Delivering Newspapers 1

Delivering Newspapers 1

The best job I ever had was as a newspaper delivery boy. I had lived on a dairy farm in the county since I was 4. The farm was 7 miles from the closest town.

I had numerous jobs as a kid from a poor family. I was dependable, hard, sinewy, lean, and handsome in an immature way; intelligent, eager for a buck, and naive about women. I knew about sex through exposure to farm animal behaviors, 4H, and FFA classes.

I had thin, light blond hair, cut in a Palmade flat-top. At 18 years old, I had delivered newspapers for three years, always working diligently to win the monthly prize for the 'Paperboy Of The Month.' 

When I earned my thirteenth trophy in a row, I received a notice stating I would receive the $25.00 prize money every month but would be ineligible for a trophy or recognition as the monthly winner. They created a new plaque for the office wall of the Linotype machine operators. It was the 'Carrier Of The Year,' with my name as the first winner.  

I then competed with the motor routes, including the newspaper drops at grocery stores, newsstands, and rural routes in three counties. The monthly prize for motor routes was $100.00. I won the first three months until the motor carriers understood $100.00 was paid every month. The advantage I had was twofold. I knew all of my customers' first and last names, and their dates of birth. My Aunt convinced me to include a birthday card with the paper I threw the day before their birthdays, and then to attempt to hand-deliver the paper on their birthday. The reception I received after a birthday card delivery was completely unpredictable. And wild, like in 'Literotica' wild.

I seldom had delivery complaints when something went awry. I gave all my customers my home phone number and asked them to call me, not the newspaper, if there was a problem. I often would receive a note from them the next day in their paper box. I collected in person each month with reasonable tips for the efforts I made for my customers.  

I had begun the paper routes with a route of one hundred papers in the poorer part of town, and quickly, my dependability was recognized by the circulation manager. My route increased a little at a time until I was throwing three hundred to three hundred twenty-five papers every weekday evening.

I had an old rebuilt Columbia bike, a one-speed with a Bendix reverse pedal brake. I could carry the total route on the bike, but steering was very difficult when I did, so I separated the route into two sections. I could do the route delivery in an hour and a half, and it took me an hour to roll and pack the carrier bags.  

The motor routes were given the first papers off the press, and I was next. After me, the other carriers were given theirs. I would be all rolled and packed as the last of the carriers were receiving their papers, which meant they were just standing around waiting and goofing off with each other. Many days, they would help me roll and pack, and I could be out to deliver in as few as 15 minutes.  

A girl paperboy, Willadean, threw one route in an upper-class neighborhood. She would be known as a papergirl today, I am sure. Trust me, she was a girl. A cute girl. A fellow tennis player, with whom I was relatively equal skilled. We practiced and became friends.  

Another girl, Elaine, also a friend of Willadean wanted to go to college, so one day after playing tennis, she asked if I could help her get a route to make some money for her college fund. I was able to get her a route.  

Elaine, a non-dating girl, was given a cushy route where the tips were big and the widows' row was built during World War 1. She didn't hang out with the other paperboys, as we were mostly from the poorer families, and not the upper crust of the little town.

Since I had been throwing papers the longest, I was the thrower everyone wanted to substitute for them and throw their route when they had something else to keep them from throwing for a day or more. I worked cheaply enough, charging them a day's profit from their route, which was about a dollar and fifteen cents. When I threw Elaine's route, I generally did it and forgot to collect because I wanted her to add it as extra for her college fund.  

'The Journal,' as it was known, was only printed during the week, so I didn't have to throw on Saturday or Sunday. I usually milked the cows early on Saturday, set up the feedlot for the evening, had the milk coolers ready, the barn cleaned, and the machines assembled. This took about 45 minutes of the evening chores. After I finished in the barn at 10 o'clock on Saturday morning, I could either come back at 2:30, milk the string, clean up, and be out of the barn by 4 pm. Or, I could wait and milk late around 7 pm and have a long day to do what I wanted.  

In the winter, I usually milked late. I would hunt migrating geese, and ducks. I usually milked early in the summer. I would go to the drive-in movies.  

Then at eighteen, we moved into town, which saved me the round-trip seven-mile ride home daily.

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This is where the adult story begins, and my 18-year-old first-time experience occurred.  

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It was winter, and I was out in a rice field sluicing ducks when I was chased by two game wardens for hunting after dark. If I hunted after dark, I could kill more ducks quicker than picking them off in flight. So, I watched where they were feeding at sundown during the week, and on the weekend, I would go sluicing. I would kill 20 to 50 ducks sluicing, and then work late into the night, cleaning them to put in the freezer.  

As I was picking up the ducks I had sluiced, I saw a flashlight flicker at the edge of the next field over from where I was. I dropped the burlap bag full of ducks and crouched low, snuck away from the light coming out into the field where I had sluiced the flock. Then I saw another flashlight in my escape route, so I veered again, which took me into a cottonwood grove overgrown with bunch grass, tulles, and water grass. I found a break in the edge, stomped heavily back into the grove, and then slunk carefully out. I snuck back out into the field and lay down with the rice stubble covering me.  

I was stone still and silent as I could hear the wardens talking and see an occasional beam of a flashlight rake the field where I was lying beside a check bank for more camouflage. As time crept along, I realized they were heading back to their vehicle and going to be just on the other side of the check bank from me, but it was too late to move. I hid my face and was as still as I could be. I was cold, sweaty, and wet from crawling in the mud and water, shivering in the rain, and in the cold temperature.  

Fortunately, they didn't see me and they forgot the bag of ducks. The two walked by me without seeing me. It seemed impossible for them not to see me. However, after all these 65+ years later, I realize they had already decided I had gotten away, so they were more visiting than looking for me. As soon as they were in the next field and headed back to their vehicles, I got up, located the bag of ducks, and headed toward home.

As I walked up the lane behind the barn, I noticed the yard lights, the driveway lights, the barn lights, and the shop lights were all turned on. The doors to all of the buildings were open. I became wary, as we seldom, if ever, had turned all of the lights on quite so completely. I dropped the bag of ducks beside the manure spreader and stowed my gun under a stack of feed potatoes, and shucked off my muddy clothes. I put on a pair of my old, dirty milking coveralls.  

As I entered the light, my Mom said, "Dale, I turned on all of the lights so you could see to fix the fence and see to get home. You were down there so long, I had begun to worry. Do you remember Mr. Meek? He was just going through the buildings looking for you because he thinks you were the one sluicing ducks out there in Banemati's rice field. They found some shells they think you used out there, and want to see your shotgun shells."

"Okay, Mom," I replied.

"Can you bring them out here for him to see, please?"

I stepped inside, grabbed a box of shells, and handed them to the game warden, Mr Meeks.

He asked, "Which fence were you fixing?"

I replied, "It was the electric single wire one. It divides the separate grazing areas of the pasture. The cows had raced through it after a fox entered the field earlier in the evening. Do you want to see the fox? I hit it at about 100 yards and killed it with one shot, tried to take out its eye, but I shook just a little, and I took off its nose instead."

The warden did want to see it, so I showed him one hanging on the outside back wall of the shop. While he was looking it over, he was standing about four feet from my bag of ducks.

I actually had an erection. It was so exciting to fool him and do it so easily.  

He said he thought it should be rabies tested, and he would like the skull. I put the whole thing in a burlap bag identical to the one the ducks were in, and he threw it in the back of his pickup.

Mr. Meeks apologized to my Mom, but not me. He left my Mom and me standing in the floodlit yard.  

My Mom said, "Damn you, Dale. You scared the bejesus out of me. He knows it was you, as you are the only one around here who reloads with those low-brass-base shell casings. How did you know he wouldn't see through your partial box of shells bluff?"

"I am not the only one who shoots my reloads, Mom; there are a few others also sluicing ducks with them. They work so much better than factory loads. I load for short-range, and with the reduction in powder, I can load more shot, which is what kills the ducks. He may think he knows, but he still cannot prove it was me."

"I will talk to Willadean, his daughter, tomorrow and see what he said about this accusation tonight. I may need to cool the sluicing for a while."

"I am going to go clean and wrap the birds. I will be in after I have them all processed and in the freezer."

The next day, Willadean poured my coffee at the 'Town Café'. She said. "Boy, is my dad after you! He said you didn't lie, but he knew you were sluicing last night, and laughed at how quickly you took the story to him. You were fixing a fence. He does expect you to do it again tonight to prove how good you are at it. He wants to see your face in jail. He has a special sweep ordered for this weekend." 

"There will be assistance from the Fish and Game, Highway Patrol, City Police, and the Marshall's officers. He plans to do drop-offs, which reduces the evidence of them hiding among the fields. They will go in fewer cars and drop officers at strategic spots and then light up the fields with spotlights, flashlights, and parachute flares. He hopes to arrange for some hounds to work with the scent from your clothes and your shells."

I told both Don and Leroy what I had learned, so we all decided to confuse the night by doing nighttime fieldwork for the weekend. We got the manure spreader hooked up at my house, a sickle bar set up on Don's tractor, and a feed trailer of hay attached to Leroy's tractor.

No one spread manure in the winter, or at night, there was no hay tall enough to mow, but the feed trailer was the real deal, and we eventually did feed Leroy's stock. As the evening turned to night, we all had our tractors in position and waited for their arrival.  

Not to disappoint, at one hour before sunset, here came the ducks returning to the rice fields, and setting up for the night's feeding. Next came the geese landing behind them, and of course, the wardens, as well as the three of us, who were already in position.  

When it was fully dark, we could hear shooting a couple of miles away. We had asked some classmates to raise a stir at one of the gravel pits an hour and a half after dark. It was strategically located alongside the road into town, so the wardens' cadre would have to drive past it on the way back to town.  

As soon as they lit off their diversion, we, all three, started our tractors and proceeded to spread manure, mow fields, and feed stock, all of which required a large light bar of the times (1958) across the front and rear of the tractors. We looked like three separate carnivals moving about among the dark fields.

We planned to run a half-hour, but all of us noticed the wardens' flashlights come on and all head toward a road near where they were waiting for the sluicing to start, so that their cars could pick them up. Interestingly, a game warden was waiting at all three of our houses when the diversion started.

We all three shut down and gathered back to Don's house. We celebrated with a wild duck over a local rice supper, which Don's mother, Babe, had ready.  

It was at school the next week that the coaching staff had a 'meeting' for the athletes. Don and I were in the meeting, Leroy didn't have time for sports, he had a new red Pontiac Chieftain to pay for. The coaches were very adamant, any of the sports players at the school would be suspended if they were charged with a nighttime hunting violation. If caught and convicted, we would lose our eligibility for all sports. The players all knew the story, and after the meeting, Don and I were questioned for about an hour by the coaches. Many of the players waited outside the gym until the coaches let us loose. We were 'Hurrahed' for the scene we had caused.  

As the day ended at school, the rumors were wild. From a story we had killed 200 ducks and 100 geese, to a story of how we had dug pits in the field to hide in. None of the stories even came close.  

Willadean came by my locker at the last bell and asked for a ride home to retrieve her bike for her route. She had missed the bus and would have to walk if she couldn't bum a ride, as her Mom and dad both worked through the evening.  

I, of course, said, "Yes."

You need to know about Willadean. She was as blond as I was, very thin, and yet voluptuous and soft-looking. She had clear skin, a shade of tan colored skin pigment, so she glowed almost brightly in the sunlight. Her breasts were not her most noticeable feature. Her birthday was three days before mine. Our families had combined the parties on more than one birthday.

Willadean's ass was very firm, shapely, and lean. She had the legs of a dancer and the smile of an angel. Her eyes were pale and a striking blue. Her gaze could be intense or as soft as cream.  

Her demeanor was shy and reserved, but not a pushover for someone to abuse in any way. She was poor but knew how to protect herself.  

Elaine was almost her twin. Her hair was brunette with pale red flashes and cut like Willadean's; it was just off her shoulders. Her figure was the same, and she was the same height. I often teased them about at least one shared parent. Elaine and Willadean had the same class schedule and lived on the same bus route. Frequently, they stopped at each other's houses after school, before throwing their routes.  

They both intended to attend Chico State in the fall; however, there were money issues for both. Willadean would undoubtedly have financial help from her Mom and Dad, while Elaine could not count on help.  

Willadean had become a close friend when their home had flooded, and my family made room for them to live with us for a few weeks while their home was fixed. We were in our senior year then. We both learned human anatomy during the stay, but nothing sexual happened. The shower was overworked, and often we would see each other in our underwear or, less, 'accidentally.' 

I had become friends with Mr. Meek during those few weeks, and we learned to like each other. He would help me find work when I had some extra time. He had not wanted to catch me sluicing then, as he did not yet know I was one of those nighttime hunters.

Willadean climbed into the passenger seat of my 1941 Buick Sedan. We'd started home when she said, "Dale, have you ever fucked anyone?"

I nearly hit a mailbox alongside the road as I stared at her. I stopped the car just before it struck the barbed wire fence set back from the road about twelve feet. We were jostled around as the car bumped over the shoulder and through the low drainage alongside the road. I managed to stop the car, jumped out, and ran around to the passenger's door. I opened it to find Willadean piled up on the floorboard in front of the passenger's seat. She was headfirst on the floor. Her butt was pointed toward the door.  

When I opened the door, I saw the empty seat, a pale blond-haired pussy, and a pink puckered ass hole surrounded by a red skirt and firm ass cheeks, the most beautiful shade of coffee with cream.

I stared. Then my cock throbbed and my mouth salivated. I caught my hand and stopped it before it touched her.  

I asked, "Are you okay?"

She replied, "I think so. Help me out of here. Grab my hand."

As she reached behind her, I reached too far forward and missed her hand because I wasn't watching it. I was staring at her pussy squeezed between her thighs. I touched her hip, flinched, and grabbed her hand.  

She pulled, I pulled, and she came back up onto the seat. She looked at me, and I realized she didn't know the view I had gotten when I opened the door. I wasn't going to tell her. She looked a sight. Hair all atwitter, shirt twisted around, papers from her lap scattered all over.  

I helped her stand, and we stepped back a little, holding onto each other to look the car over while I figured out what to do next. The car seemed to be set up for an easy return to the road, so I got in and rejoined the gravel road. As I was ready to go, she again climbed in the passenger door, and this time she slid over against me and clutched my right arm.

She said, "I want to be held. Can we sit here for a minute?"

I set the brake, pushed the kill switch to off, and turned toward her. She leaned forward. I slipped my arm around her waist and held her firmly against me. She lay her head on my shoulder and sighed deeply. She relaxed until I suspected she was asleep.  

I sat as long as I could, and then when I moved, she woke, turned, and kissed me on the lips. I was surprised and was slow to return the kiss.  

We connected our lips so my tongue was sliding into her mouth almost before our lips touched. She moaned softly and came back to my lips, full on kissing, kissing, and kissing.  

She was on fire. I was beginning to feel my own heat as my cock unfurled the ruffle around the crown and involuntarily flexed. I had to stop, as we were on a roadway near town. It was a pot-holed, washboard gravel road.  

I pried her loose and managed to get her to look at me. I whispered, "Please, let's get off the road first."

She stared at me and slowly nodded agreement. I turned the car into the next chance to get off the road at an open gate into an area of stacked hay bales. I pulled around behind the bales.

I almost crashed into the warden's pickup's front bumper.  

I looked through the pickup windshield and back glass and saw the warden standing facing the back of his truck, and I also saw a woman facing him, sitting on the tailgate. When I looked closer, she didn't have a shirt, blouse, or anything covering her.  

I sat and stared. He stood and stared.  

Willadean scooted out the passenger window and looked around the cabs of my car and his pickup to see her father naked to his ass and facing this woman who was naked too. It was as though they had been fucking when we arrived. They quickly recovered their shock and confusion, but not before Willadean and I had the images burned into our memories.

I decided to back up and drive away.  

Willadean screamed at me to stop. I stopped as a gut reaction to her scream. She jumped out the window and ran towards her father. When she rounded the back of the pickup, he was just getting his pants up to his knees. She saw the condom lying on the gravel, she saw the woman's panties around his neck, bright red for the record, and she saw the woman's nipples pointing straight ahead. She noticed her father's cock was still hard, long and thin with a round head.

Willadean was soaking wet and about to have an orgasm from what just happened. She was stunned, hung her head, and slowly walked back to my car and got in, and said, "I am sorry I screamed at you. I will never do it again."

After our ardor cooled, we headed for her house. She said, "Dale, I don't want to be here when he comes home."

She asked, "Can I wait at your house?" 

I said, "I am sure it would be fine for a while." We went to her house, she wrote a note, and grabbed a few things. We then drove to my house, with her bike in the back seat.

We took our bikes to the newspaper office, and although late, we agreed to return and drive to my house after the routes were done. There was no sign of my Mom and Dad, nor the contract farmer.

The house was quiet; there was no one home. My father had a day job as a farm equipment mechanic. My mother was the Western Union Operator for the area, and I did as much day work as I could find, and had the paper route. We all had our farm jobs to do to help keep the bills paid. We monitored that the livestock were fed and cared for. So, the three of us knew how to work long and hard.  

Their schedules were irregular and uncertain, so being home alone was not unheard of, but improbable. I relished being alone right then.

We went into my bedroom and turned on the record player, and listened to the Kingston Trio on 33⅓ rpm records.

We lay on my bed, and at first, I froze. Well, all of me except my cock froze.  

I had a full hard-on, and it showed while lying beside her. It was growing, and I was stricken. She reached over and held it. I instinctively pushed against her hand, seeming to ask for more. She reacted by grabbing my pants at the waist and removing them, exposing my cock,. That only started my cock flagging and waving in front of her. She smiled, pulled her top off, and then her bra. She moved to rub her firm young tits against my cock, repeating the movements and sliding down with her mouth, swallowing the head, pulling back, and then again adding 2 inches into her mouth, and then, with a lurch, she was nose down in my pubic hair.  

By now, I was stone hard, slippery, and slimy. My cock was oozing precome, throbbing, and waving a string of her saliva and precome slime. Willadean slipped her legs over me and, with her hand, guided my cock into her cunt, sitting down steadily until I was 'All In.' 

She squirmed around and around, scratching the walls of her cunt all the way around. My cock could feel her cunt's wall encircling it as it slipped and rolled around inside her. We watched the skin constantly reshaping to seal our loving for each other as her cunt's mouth stretched outward when I withdrew each stroke. We watched how my testicles banged her repeatedly. The sounds of our slipperiness, of our skin slapping, and of our words of passion led to the sound I loved. It was a carnal, visceral, vulgar, kind of primal moan of relief and joy that she cried, as she came.  

The explosion of emotion from Willadean tripped my circuits, and I fired a full load into her firebox-hot cunt. We continued to move against each other, and when the action revived the blood flow in my cock, we fucked softly and tenderly, during which Willadean was sobbing in relief.  

She asked, "Dale, will you fuck me from the back?" 

I first licked her ooze from her cunt, soaking wet pubic hair, and labia, and licked her crease from bottom to top. When I touched her clitoris with my tongue, Willadean shivered and again began to moan in a rolling cycle of loud to quiet. I was holding her hips tightly against my cock, and then she became more active.  

I began to fondle her breasts and drag her chest downward as I pushed her hips down, positioning her asshole for my rimming. I began to wrap a wet circle and then a swipe at her clitoris again.

"Dale, for Christ's sake, fuck me. Now!" Willadean cried, almost sobbing.

My cock was as hard as ever, and it was flowing with my ooze and throbbing with my accelerated heartbeats. 'Boom! Throb upward.' 'Boom! Throb upward.' 'Boom! Throb upward.'

I drove my cock to the hilt, crashing through her pubic hair, labia, and slamming into the previous load of come still trapped in her tight cunt. The sensation, along with being much deeper in her cunt, was the freedom to move as I wanted against Willadean's wet, firm ass cheeks.  

Willadean said, "Stop, Dale, Stop. I have to pee."

She clambered out of bed and opened the hall door, and crossed into the bathroom across the hall. When she returned, she said, "I think there is someone downstairs. I heard the sound of a can being popped open. I was as quiet as I could be, but had already flushed the toilet when I came out into the hallway and heard the sound."

I said, "Lock the door, and come back to bed." Waving my long, hard cock at her, I  said, "We aren't done here."

Willadean entered the bed mouth first, sucking me to the back of her throat. I picked her up and placed her on the bed on her knees, climbed up behind her and slipped my cock into the hair in her crotch. The sex from the rear allowed me to go deep, and once again I came in her cunt.  

I slid out of her, and filled my fingers with my come and cunt ooze, and with her watching, I sucked it into my mouth and said, "Kiss me now, and I will know it is more than just sex you want; you want to be a slut for me. Right?"

"Yes, am I doing a good job? You are still hard, and there is a second load of sperm you left in my cunt. I want one more load, and I want it all over my face and panties. Oh, right, I left my panties in my locker at school."

Willadean grabbed my ass cheeks and started scrubbing her hands on them. She leaned forward and licked my balls, and then took my cock in her mouth as far as she could.  

She fingered her clit faster and faster, and eventually had to concentrate on her fingers and forgot about my cock and balls. She had another orgasm, and without any hesitation, she sucked my cock all the way in and out faster and faster, seemingly without breathing.

I couldn't prevent my coming, but I definitely controlled where I put my come. Her eyes were blocked, her nose was blocked, and her hair was soaked and matted. I reached down and swiped my hand upward on the bottom of my cock and licked my fingers clean.

Willadean then excused herself, went to the bathroom, and took a shower.  

I nodded off. She dressed in the rolled-up clothes she brought with her, went out to my car, got her overnight bag, and moved into the bathroom. When she was comfortably spread out on the counter, she sprayed Arden perfume on her nipples, labia, and her ass. She put bright red lipstick on, then returned to the bedroom.

She stood over me on the blankets as I slept on my back. Lowering herself, she placed her mouth on mine and formed a tight seal, and kissed me awake.  

Willadean said, "I have to go home. I said in the note I would be home before eleven, and it is a quarter to midnight. But first, Dale, you have a mess to clean up."

She pushed her cunt over my mouth and began to swing forward and back. I licked her, hoping to get the rest of what had collected in her cunt while fucking. She stopped abruptly and said, "Dale, thank you for being a nice guy. Please don't ever change."

Willadean had shown she was more than a friend, or at least she wanted to be more than a friend. I got up, hugged her, kissed her goodbye, and said, "Willadean, I think I love you, too. I know my true love will share if you will."

A long silence, "She is welcome, Dale."

I said, "Willadean, please meet Willa." 

I took Willadean's hand and placed it on top of her cunt. She laughed, we hugged again, she gathered her clothes, and offered a blow job, which I accepted.  

She left her lipstick smeared all over my cock, ass, and balls. She complimented me, "The perfume you have is my favorite. I have a sex with benefits woman who wears only one scent."

Dale knew who she was talking about, but said nothing. She was talking about his Mom. He used his Mom's perfume because he couldn't afford cologne.

Willadean told Elaine of her first cock. When, to avoid her father, she spent the night at Elaine's house.  

The following afternoon, Elaine was sitting on the Buick running board. Elaine, also eighteen, and as described, a hot piece. No one in our group of friends had ever even suggested they'd fondled her, because there were no rumors of having even dated her.

I obliged her, and off we went to take her home. As we pulled up her driveway, a string of cattle trucks was leaving full of what looked to be mature beef cattle. She said her dad had sold them in the field to a new meat processor for a premium price. Then she said her Mom and Dad would be gone by now, as they were flying to Hawaii for a two-week-long vacation.

I parked my Buick in the tractor shed. We went into the barn to see who was around, but found no one. We went to the ranch house and also found no one home. There was a note on the kitchen counter, and an envelope with cash beside the note.

Elaine sat on a stool and counted the money first. The total was two hundred in small bills, with a slip of paper she read and folded into her pocket without a word.

She turned on her stool and asked, "When will you need to be home?" as she knew I had a string to milk every weekend day.  

"About five-fifteen is as late as I should start milking those four hundred tits, tomorrow morning. But I need to throw the route today before six."

"Can you have a serious discussion with me, Dale? The conversation will be between you and me, and no one else? I have known you for sixteen years, Dale. I have never heard you gossip, so I am entrusting you with this secret. But, it needs to remain a private sharing."

I replied, "Tell me, and I will tell you if I can keep it a secret." I laughed a little and then said seriously, "Elaine, I couldn't hurt you after all these years of being friends. I will keep my mouth zipped."

"Oh. Good." Elaine said. Then she continued.

"I have never seen a penis, Dale. Can I see yours?"

"Yes. Where is this going, Elaine?"

"Well, Dale," She was hesitant to continue, "I was talking to Willadean last night when she stayed over, and she showed me her cunt and the love bites on her thighs. I want you to fuck my cherry, Dale." 

"Willadean told me, 'Dale is tender, caring, and not in a hurry'. I knew, when she discovered you were very good at what she called eating her out, I wanted you to be my first."

"She told you?"

"Then she said she had sucked your cock until she had it all in her mouth and nearly down her throat. Willadean told me she was in love with your cock, but it would be okay with her if I allowed you to fuck me today. She is aware I waited for you, hoping you would fuck me now."

"Willadean also wanted me to tell you to give me lessons on eating her out because you were better at it than I am. Don't you love her clitoris? The way it tries to hide up in her folds of pussy is so different than me."

"Different? How?"

"First, you have to promise not to laugh when I show you. I am so ugly down there, that I won't date. Willadean calls me mature and beautifully filled out. I call it deformed. I have been watching the cunts at the gym, and no one has one like mine. I did see my mother's cunt, she shaves all her hair off, by the way, and it is like mine, only larger. Come with me."

Elaine slid off the bed. We went down the hall to a closed bedroom door. She opened it and walked into the bedroom where her folks slept. There were eye bolts and a mirror over the bed. Around the room, there were more eye bolts on the walls and the ceiling. The wall on one side of the bed was floor-to-ceiling mirrored sliding closet doors. The other side of the bed had floor-to-ceiling windows. There were strange kinds and shapes of furniture, and a cedar chest footlocker at the foot of the bed.  

As she lifted the lid on the box, she said, "These are the things my Mom has for use with my father. I like to go out to the shed over there and watch them with my telescope, while I masturbate. They have sex every night, after going to bed at eight o'clock exactly. Their lights are on until well past midnight most nights, and often into the early morning."

I reminded her, "I still need to throw my route today. Can I come back afterward?"

She said, "Okay, but in a minute."

"My father had to be hospitalized for two weeks after a tractor accident, and my mom had my 'Cousin Bob' come over. She took him into the bedroom, closed the door at about three in the afternoon, and he came out around seven-thirty looking like he could barely stay awake from what he called ironic fatigue. I looked in the pre-med texts at the town library. It means broken cock basically. I suspect my Mom had her way with him for those four hours. She came out of the bedroom about seven-forty wearing a housecoat she usually wears after her shower. But she had not showered, and smelled like her cunt when I smell her panties."

"Now, go throw your route, but come spend the night with me. We will have the house to ourselves."

"Okay, Elaine, I'll be back as soon as I can."

When he returned about two and a half hours later, Elaine took him into her bedroom, closed and locked the door. She opened the curtains and roller shades, and then said, "Please undress me, Dale. I want you to kiss and lick the skin you uncover as you go. I want to be hotter than I became when for the first time Willadean and I got drunk and French kissed and ate each other, right here in this bed."

Dale took her shirt off, and licked her fingers, palms, wrists, arms and elbows, leaving hickey marks in her armpits, enjoying the feel of her days-old stubble. He pulled off her socks and kissed her toes, licked between them and the bottom of each foot. He nibbled at her heels and ankles. He dragged one sock through her labia, and sucked her wetness away.

Elaine felt like she was floating on a cloud, and was living some of the dreams of a prince and a knight rescuing her from the evil-intending peasants. Her heart had picked up speed. Her adrenaline was elevated and beginning to cause her to sweat and moan. Her delight in the attention to the slightest of pleasures was met, or immediately followed her thought. It was for her, as though Dale was reading her mind, and fulfilling her thoughts with action as she became aware of an idea.

She had no idea of what was or should be next, but she hoped it would be lovely, pleasant, and that she would feel something she'd only had dreams and private wishes to have happen.

As he removed her Levi's, she leaped ahead and anticipated the pleasure he would give her, since this was the area that Willadean covered when she would eat Elaine's pussy.  

Willadean would lick Elaine's thighs up to her panties, and then push the panties to the side and slip her tongue between her puffy labia and then suckle on her darker colored, ruffly inner lips that protrude about two inches outside her pussy. Elaine liked to stroke her inner labia as she went to sleep, because she could lick her fingers, and think that her Mom was built the same way. She wondered as she went to sleep many nights if her Mom would like to see that they were alike. From sucking her Mom's dirty panties, she knew they tasted different.

Dale, when he'd kissed and left love bites behind both knees, pushed Elaine's legs apart in a wide V, pointing her feet to the ceiling.  

That was when he first noticed precome oozing from his cock.

She held her legs apart while he licked, left love bites, and dragged his fingers and mouth up the insides of her thighs. He rubbed the outsides of her thighs with his hands until she was covered with the raised bumps he called goose bumps.

When he'd licked her inner thighs as far as her panties, he stopped and stood in front of her.

He removed his socks and pants. Then he unbuttoned her three snap bra, lifted it over her shoulders, and twisted her nipples into little, but long, brown raisins as he massaged the globes of her breasts. There were tan lines that left a lot of white skin showing, so he left her with love bites at the edge of the tanned skin outside the white creamy skin on her magnificent breasts.  

He knew those marks would show to anyone who saw her for a few days. He was imagining what the girls in gym class would see and think. He also nursed her nipples until they looked bruised from love bites. He deliberately bit each breast hard enough to leave teeth marks across her areola and her nipples.

She moaned and writhed around, dropping her hands inside the top of her panties, and pushing them both onto her vagina.  

Then, kissing and licking the concave of her belly and leaving a trail of love bites and teeth marks down over her belly button and into her pubic hair, he pushed his mouth under her panties' waistband, between her wrists. He then rolled her over and pressed his now hard and wet cock against her ass crack, and slimed it up her spine to her neck He once again left love bites, kisses and his hot breath behind her ears as he licked in and behind both of them.

Elaine's face was turned to one side, and he leaned down and whispered, "Are you having fun?" Then he kissed the side of her mouth and withdrew. He lowered his jockeys and placed the wet spot on them in her mouth, and returned to her pubic hair, leaving dark, heavy love bites from the top of her pubic hair to the top of her vaginal crease.

Not touching her clitoris, which he could feel through the hot skin of her hood over its base, he dragged his tongue and love bites to the crease of her thigh and mons, where he left tiny dark love bites on the tight skin.   He had completely skirted her panties, and now he hooked his fingers in the waistband of them and began to pull them off her hips.  

As her pubic hair and hips were exposed, he flitted back and forth, leaving more large and small love bites. He licked her exposed lower torso and upper thighs, trailing his kisses, tongue, and love bites on the outsides of one of her thighs, and then pulling the panties over her feet, he draped her panties over his head and around his neck. He returned the trail of kisses and love bites as he licked up the other thigh's outside skin.   Finally, only her ass and vagina had not been touched by his tongue with kisses and licks.

Both of them were panting and sweating profusely; they shared their desire as though it was going to be a one-time thing, while both hoped that it would never end.  

He again leaned back and rolled her onto her back as he sucked the crotch of the necklace of nectar-soaked panties, noisily sucking in her nectar. Then he leaned over her vagina, licking and love biting his way down the other inner thigh's crease to her torso.

He did that until Elaine let her hands pull her panties off his head, and sucked on the crotch of her panties. She regained her lust, almost panting in her arousal. She told him that she wanted to feel his beard against her outer labia because she was sure it would cause her to come. He scraped her as she asked.  

The next time he licked upward on a labia, she flooded him with a short bladder release. His cheeks and chest, and the bedding, were soaked. He continued down the other labia as though nothing had happened. He moved closer to her, and then stuck his nose firmly against her asshole. He rimmed her asshole, and swept his tongue as deep into the canyon she'd freed while lying on her back with her feet above both their heads, pointed again to the ceiling.

He was oozing his precome for nearly the entire time now, and he felt like that was Mother Nature's way of releasing her pain of deflowering by providing a natural lube and pain reliever. He moved forward and slid his cock through the connection of her outer labia, then dragged his balls firmly over her clitoris.  

His cock then slid between her breasts. He pushed both against himself and stroked as if he was fucking her. His balls slapped against her breastbone.

He said to Elaine, "Grab my balls and squeeze them between your breasts, Elaine. You will need to squeeze them hard, or I will come and we will be all done. If you squeeze them hard enough, I will love the pain, which will keep me from coming. Squeeze them hard. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I am not done licking all of you yet, so don't let me come now."

"Oh, Dale, this is so fun and wonderful. I don't want to stop squeezing you. Can I continue?"

"Yes. You better, I am so close to coming. Don't let up. Squeeze as hard as you can."

"But, Dale, I want to suck your cock. When can I?"

"After I turn around so I can lick your pussy and clitoris." 

He was able to turn to a 69 position. He dropped his torso, so his cock was reachable for Elaine to suck. She didn't waste a second, and when repositioning, she was able to get a tighter grip on his balls, causing greater pleasure with the tighter squeezing.

He licked her deep, and along her entire vagina on her inner and outer labia, leaving love bites on the inside of her vagina, and all around the tops of her thighs and beside her mons.

When he'd covered her with licks, kisses, and love bites, he said, "I am going to push my cock in you slowly, Elaine. If I go too fast, I will come. But if I go slowly, when I break your cherry, it shouldn't cause you any real pain. Let go of my cock and suck my balls for a few licks, and then I will get us in position to make love like you want us to."

Elaine was so excited, aroused, wet, and ready that she had trouble remembering what he'd said. But when he started moving, it was like Mother Nature took over, and she did it all perfectly.  

She felt no pain, but felt full in ways she hadn't expected. It seemed like his cock was going to come out of her throat; she was salivating heavily, and her vagina was soaking her and Dale. Her nipples were painfully knotted on the ends of her breasts, and her toes were knotted beyond cramping.

"Oh, Dale, oh Dale, oh, Dale," she repeated until she lost her voice to moans and groans.

Dale was about to come, so he pulled out and said, "Can I come in your mouth, Elaine?"

"No!" she screamed. "Come in me. In my love pocket. In my pussy, Dale. I want the complete loving and fucking."

Dale was beyond any delay and pushed himself as far and tightly into her as he could get as he released his wigglers into her birth canal. He knew it was full of risk, but he also knew it was too late to change it.

He was still hard, and withdrew when he was able, and said, "I am going to come again, where do you want it this time?"

"This time, I want it all over my face and tits. Cover me like a blanket, smear  me with come, Dale."

Her way of expressing that caused him to come quickly, so he inserted his cock in her mouth and filled her with the come he had left.

Elaine wanted to suck his cock, so he said, 'Let's 69, Elaine. You get on top and clean my cock with your mouth, and I'll get to suck you dry."

They spent a few minutes that way, and then he turned to spoon her from behind, and they slept for a few minutes. There was a noise from someplace in the house, so they woke to find Willadean outside the bedroom door waiting for them. They all hugged, Dale and Elaine peed, and they all went back to bed, after he called his substitute milker to jerk the string for him in the morning.

He expected to have a threesome. After Willadean had an orgasm thinking about sharing Dale, they all cuddled until they were asleep.