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CHAPTER 12: THE FARM FAMILY

“You apparently were not aware that the bridge at Rocky Creek was washed out?” I was sitting in Albert’s old pickup at the barricades blocking the little bridge that had a visible tilt to the west side.

Albert and I had agreed that trips to experiences in the rural areas would be better in the old pickup for first-impression consideration. Arriving in my shiny SUV or his new, king-cab pickup might put off some people, given the purpose of my visiting. But, the old truck did not have and never did have, air-conditioning beyond the opening of windows in the cab. No air-conditioning in the hot and dry rural lands of Arizona is a challenge and experience in itself, and being stopped on the road under the high sun made the experience that much more trying. I wanted to be out of the heat absorbing metal of the truck or moving at a speed providing at least sufficient air flow to give the illusion of some comfort. That air flow, though, would only provide some comfort to my front, knowing very well that the back of my conservative dress would be plastered to my otherwise naked back when I exited the vehicle. I had come to accept, however, that all moisture evaporated very quickly in this environment, including sweat-soaked garments.

The voice responding back to me was the woman I was trying to meet in another equally remote part of the eastern part of the state. “Oh, dear, I’m sorry. No, we rarely go to the north. The closest town is to the south. I’m going to have to ask the boys what the best route is likely to be.” There was a pause as I heard her asking the question and several other voices giving countering advice. “I’m going to work this out with the boys and call you back, okay? But, you will have to go back to 191, I’m sorry.”

County 191 was 8 miles to the north, the road I had just traveled. This remote land is wonderful for being essentially lost to the world and having all the privacy or isolation a person might desire, as in Albert’s original case. Or, it is just cheap and plentiful land that a hard-working family might find independence and survival from. For this family, I had the feeling it was both isolation and survival.

Albert had approached me with another ‘opportunity’ and this time added the word, strange. His pursuit of experiences for me had become much more deliberate and focused. After the suburban couple and their dog, then the new a****l experience with the donkey, he was looking for something with the potential of more a****ls or more humans. What he found was this family, again, on the same bestial website. His searches on the sharing, swinger, and gangbang websites gave him some pause in his effort to properly vet the people and situations replying. I appreciated that care and attention while coming to the conclusion that Albert would find situations beyond what Nick would have been comfortable with given the different relationship Albert and I shared.

It took me a couple hours to detour around the bad section. The recent storms that provided refreshing moisture to our part of the region had apparently dumped on this region and massive amounts of sudden rainfall produced flooding and torrents of water down what otherwise seemed like dried out ravines. That bridge wasn’t the only damage, as I was also routed around a section of washed out dirt road where water from the neighboring hills had created a new wash through the terrain.

This place was more remote than the donkey place and looked quite similar as I approached it on the double rut path from the dirt, unmaintained road to the yard in front of the house. The house, though, was 2 story, an old style four-square I was more familiar seeing in the plains states. As I approached the house, I noted a smallish barn to the left and a larger building alongside it, guessing that the barn was for larger a****ls but they had more machinery than Albert did. To the right was a slew of smaller sheds, coops, and structures, many with fenced in pens in front, on the side or in the back. They appeared to have a lot of small a****ls. Or, at least, they did. Several of the pens seemed vacant.

I had planned to arrive mid to late afternoon, but it was now after dinner time. I grabbed my case from the floor of the passenger’s side and slid it across the bench seat and out of the cab as I closed and locked the door. Holding the case, I turned to the house but was diverted by the sounds of a dog from the area around the barn. The dog came running, a mutt that I could not identify a particular dominant breed. There was mild barking, but it was more of a greeting than a warning.

I heard the slap of a wood screen door on wood framing and turned back to the house to find a woman and 3 young men congregating on the front porch. The porch stood 3 steps above the cracked concrete sidewalk that seemed to stop with little purpose in the hard-packed, dry ground that made up the yard and most of the area in front of the house from the barn and storage building on the left to the other sheds and fenced pens to the right. The woman motioned with her hand and the youngest looking young man bounced down the steps to intercept me and took my case.

I could recognize the men from the picture sent at Albert’s insistence. The woman’s picture had not shown her face, but her longer brown hair, and thin, tired body was evident even from under the conservation dress she wore … the same conservative style I was wearing, except I was sure she had underwear on underneath.

The woman had been the contact with Albert. Albert had responded to a posting seeking a woman experienced in sex with canines and multiple men and herself. She made it clear that they had a dog, male and intact. On the face of it, it seemed to Albert as an ideal situation for me to step to another new experience level. One of the things Albert checked almost immediately was the length of time the poster had been a member of the site or forum. This woman had been a member for 3 years and her profile listed ‘single’. Slowly, as he does with impressive skill, the details were pulled out through many messages and eventual emails. It is not until getting to the point of setting up a time and place that he uses phone or text messages using a separate phone with purchased minutes that he could easily throw away, if necessary. The multiple men were her sons. The situation seemed unusual, but I was certainly not one to offer objection or judgment about i****tual relationships, which was what this appeared to be. Whatever their relationship was sexually, it was still 3 men, a dog, and a woman.

A near breaking point became the photos Albert insisted on. She objected and refused. That was fine with us. Albert simply ignored them, didn’t respond back or attempt at convincing her. He simply moved onto the next likely opportunity he could find. Several weeks later, he received another response from her asking what was happening. He replied that nothing was happening; we had our rules and safety processing methods he would not compromise. The next day, we received the email with the 2 photos attached. He responded with the photo of me and the rest of it fell into place. It occurred to me that she might have found comfort in Albert’s careful approach, also providing her with comfort about me, as well.

The picture of the sons was taken in what appeared to be the barn with the dog. They were naked, standing shoulder to shoulder with the dog sitting in front of them. The sons looked quite awkward and nervous in the photo, which was taken by someone standing before them. My guess had been by the mother. The woman’s photo was a selfie taken in front of a mirror, carefully eliminating the head from the photo. But, I was sure this was the woman in the photo.

I followed the younger man up the steps and was led into the house. It was similar to other houses like this I had seen. An entryway with stairs curling up to the second floor. A living room/family room, then a dining room, and finally the kitchen completing the circle back to the stairs with a new set of stairs that went into a cellar, which was unusual in these parts, but would be excellent for storage of foods and canning from a garden. Upstairs would be the bedrooms and I guessed there would be 4 small bedrooms with a common bathroom at the head of the stairs and separating the bedrooms.

It was already getting dark after just a little conversation and a couple of beers. We introduced ourselves formally and I was pleased that real names and information came out. The mother was Marge, the sons were James, the oldest at 20, and John and Jason, the twins at 19. The family had been on the land for years, having the dog, goats, chickens, and cows. They grew, harvested and sold hay and wheat, which explained the large building for equipment.

It was still quite early, but I sensed that the evening was breaking up and nothing had happened or appeared to be likely. The boys were still timid and nervous, with fleeting glances to me, then their mother. It seemed conclusive, though, when Marge declared suddenly, “Boys, I think it is time. Go upstairs to your rooms and get ready.”

There was not any discussion or fighting that I might expect from young teens to be going to bed at this time, much less 19 and 20 year-olds. But, I watched as each moved from the table, kissed their mother on the cheek and took bottles and dishes to the kitchen, then filed past canlı bahis us and upstairs. I looked at Marge, ready to ask my questions about what was happening when she put up her finger. I listened with her as doors closed, sounds of boots clumping on the floor above as they undressed, then doors opening one at a time with another door opening, closing and the toilet flushing. Soon, it was quiet upstairs.

“You must be wondering what you have walked into.” I nodded vigorously. “I apologize for not being completely honest with you, but the basics of what I posted is still true, except … well, I let you believe that this would be a time of … shoot …”

I reached out and held her hand, “Marge, I think I already know. This will be their first experience with a woman, right?” She nodded, her head down. I looked at the table between us, then back up to her. I squeezed her hand to get her attention. “This was to give them some experience with a woman. What about what you said about the dog?”

She shook her head and offered up a sad smile, “Samantha, I want it all to happen, I do. I will explain anything and everything later, after … when you have … if you still will, that is.”

I smiled, “Of course! Wow, imagine having 3 virgins in one night.” I chuckled, but then got nervous and looked up at her quickly. She was smiling, too. “I would like to understand what is happening, what you want to happen, or … whatever.” I looked up at the ceiling, “Should I wake you when I am through?”

She patted my hand, “Dear, I don’t think any of them will last more than a minute once you’ve started.”

I smiled back at her as I stood up, “Yes, they will. Maybe not the first time, but that will be each of their secrets.” I patted her shoulder, “Do not worry, mom, your boys will have a very enjoyable first time.” I stopped before leaving the dining room, “Should I leave my case and clothes in your room?”

She looked up suddenly, “I didn’t even think about that. Yes, fine.”

“By the way, Marge, have you ever been with a woman?” I smiled at her and watched her face and mouth reflect her slow understanding of my question. I walked up the stairs for a most unusual experience. When I first met her, I thought of Marge as being in her late 30’s or early 40’s, but after seeing her better up close, I think she has just had a hard life. She is probably in her mid-30’s. Wait until I tell Albert about this one …

I stood at James’ door, or at least the door Marge said would be James’. I was naked now as I looked at the 3 closed bedroom doors containing the 3 virgin young men I was about to have the honor of introducing to the sexual world … and the responsibility of ensuring that their first was memorable.

I knocked on his door and opened it just enough to peek inside. It was completely dark inside except for the thin shaft of light from the hallway. “James? Is it okay for me to come in?”

“Yes.” His voice was tentative and shaky, and he was the oldest.

I opened the door further and stepped inside. “Is there a small light you can turn on?” I didn’t see him move, but a heard the ‘click’ and a light next to his bed shined. “Thank you, that is much better.” I walked to the side of the bed and stood next to him, the bedside light next to me and fully illuminating my naked body. I saw his eyes roam up and down my body, stopping at my pussy and breasts more than my face. “You know why your mom invited me here?” He nodded. “Is it okay?” He nodded. He was very nervous and I tried to imagine how a 20-year-old would be so unprepared for spending an intimate moment with a girl.

I knew very well what was going to happen, so I decided to do this the easy way. I put a knee on the side of the bed and gently pulled the covers from his body. I was surprised to find that he was wearing his underwear, but maybe I should not have been given his nervousness. I fixed his eyes on mine, moving my hands to his waist and pulled his briefs down his legs and off. I tossed them to the floor at the end of the bed. I broke my gaze from his eyes to look down his body. To no surprise, his cock was already hard and moving, the muscles flinching in anticipation of whatever might happen next. I moved my hand from his stomach, over his abdomen, and watched as his cock strained, rising in expectation of that first touch that was not his own. When I did touch it with the side of my hand, it jumped. I could not afford to tease and play with him any further for fear of losing him much too soon. I crawled onto the bed, straddling his right leg. I looked into his face, again, my head slowly descending but still holding his gaze until I turned my face down, my hand lifting his cock up to my mouth. I kissed the head, then put it between my lips, careful of how much stimulation and attention I gave him too quickly.

I sat on his leg, sliding my wet pussy over it, hoping to divert his attention from his cock to the feeling me on his leg, a feeling that had to be new to him. I sensed it was working when he pressed his leg up against me, providing something firmer for me to rub myself against. As that game was playing out, I sank my mouth further down his cock and slowly brought my mouth back to the head. With my fingers at the base of his cock, I tried to feel changes that might happen, easing my actions and speeding them up depending on what I felt. But, I knew it was going to only be moments.

I heard a cry and moan combination coming from him, his torso going rigid, and his hips rising off the bed. I clamped my mouth around his cock and sucked hard, feeling his cock pulse and throb at the base and up the length before shooting his seed into my mouth. I sucked all that he had and sucked some more, then licking the head clean. I crawled up alongside him, glancing again at the clock at the side of the bed. It had only been a matter of minutes … as his mother had expected.

As I came up alongside him, he turned to the side, his arm over his face, mumbling, unhappy mumbling coming from beneath it.

I pulled him over, requiring a bit of effort, and kissed his face, cheek, and eyes. “Shhhh … shhhhh … It is okay, James. Okay. It was good.”

“No, no, no … too fast, too soon … I ruined my first time.”

I turned his face to me and I looked deeply into his eyes. I put a finger to his lips to silence him, then I offered him a tender, caring smile. “No … nothing happened, James. Your first time will be wonderful … trust me …” He shook his head and I stopped him with a kiss on the lips. “No … hear me, James … nothing happened, that did not happen. Your first time is still to come. This will be our secret. Forget that … your first time is coming … and it will be wonderful.”

He turned his head to fully look at me and I could feel his body relax next to me. “Still to come? You mean …”

I nodded, “Yes. That was to relax you so you could focus on your first time.”

It seemed to be working, a smile started on his face, then clouded. “But … I just … how …”

I propped myself onto an elbow and looked sternly, if playfully, down at him, “You question my abilities?” He shook his head and the smile was back with more self-assurance. I kissed him, again, and more. He was unsure and clumsy, but we kissed and kissed. I gave him my tongue and after some time he returned his to me.

I raised above him, again. I smiled down at him while my hand roamed down his body. I caught his eyes and he smiled. “Even though that didn’t happen …” I winked at him, “… did it feel good?”

“Samantha! It was amazing! I only got upset, ashamed, because I thought that was my time with you tonight. I am glad it’s not.” I kissed him, again.

My hand had been playing with his limp penis, almost idly so as not to create any new tension. But, as we kissed, his limp penis began transforming into much more. I slid down his body, taking my kisses from his lips and face to his neck, shoulders, and chest. I sucked and nibbled at his nipples and he groaned. I moved off his chest, down his stomach and sank my tongue into his belly button and he squirmed under the attention. But, when my tongue trailed out of his belly button and down his abdomen, I felt him suck in breath, tense, then release a long sigh as my mouth and tongue continued down into his pubic hair where I encountered a semi-hard cock quickly working to become hard. I encouraged it, however, my mouth taking it in, sucking the head, then slipping further inside my warm and welcoming mouth.

When I raised my head next, his hard cock plopped out of my mouth and slapped against his body. I lay down on his bed next to him, opening my legs and putting my arms out to him. He scrambled to his knees, crossing my leg, and coming to rest between my legs. He looked down at my pussy, then his eyes traveled up my body to my face. I nodded to him and put my arms out to him, again. He lay his body on top of mine and we kissed. I could feel his hard cock over my pussy.

I whispered into his ear, “I want you inside me, James. I want you, now.”

He looked at me and raised his hips as I slid a hand between us, taking his cock and moving it from on top of me to between my legs, wiggling it up and down along my slit until I found my hole. His cock slipped inside as deep as the head where it stayed.

“Push, James, push it into me.” He did fiercely, driving his cock deep into me, then pulling it part way out and driving it back in. He did this several times until I put a hand on his shoulders. He looked at me and I saw the look of unbridled bahis siteleri passion suddenly being realized. “Slow down, we have time to set our pace. You are doing wonderfully.”

He did slow down, setting a comfortable and easy rhythm. I pulled him back to me for kissing. Then, as his cock continued stroking in and out, “A woman likes to be loved and feel the man trying to please her. If you kiss and suck and gently bite my nipples, it adds to my stimulation.”

He smiled, seemingly pleased that I thought he would give me more. He bent his upper body to kiss my breasts and nipples as I stroked his shoulders and arms, my legs wrapping around his waist and hips, pulling my pelvis up into him as he thrust. He lifted his mouth from my breast and I smiled, tilted my head back and moaned long.

After a time like that, I rolled us over so he was on the bottom. I kept him inside me as I repositioned my legs under me, changing our position. I lowered myself to kiss him and straightened back up, my thighs flexing to raising and lower my body over his cock. I looked down at him, “So much for you to experience, dear James. The first is called the missionary position and is very common and was probably the position your father used with your mother. This is called cowgirl; the woman is dominant and has control. Most woman who try it, feel they achieve deeper penetration.”

He watched me, my breasts bouncing, the gap showing between us as I raised, then closing as I dropped. “There are more?”

I chuckled, “Much more. As many as a man and woman are willing to be creative.”

That was the position we both climaxed in, though, me first and followed immediately by him for his second time.

After leaving John, the second twin, I went into the bathroom to clean myself somewhat. I was then standing outside Marge’s close bedroom door. I knocked and cracked the door to find it light inside from the bedside lamp. She was leaning against several pillows stacked at the headboard. She was reading a paperback, which she put down to the open page on the bedside table.

Her breasts were showing with the light cover pulled to her stomach. I was surprised to find her this way. I stepped into the room and stood at that side opposite her. “It is late, you could not sleep?”

She sighed and giggled, “Are you k**ding? These walls are not all that sound proof. It sounded like my boys had a good time.” I smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Samantha, for what you said to them. I assume the others were like John. Thank you for reassuring them and making the premature one a secret.”

“You heard?”

She nodded, “The walls …” She reached to the side I was standing alongside and pulled the cover off, an offer for me to join her. As the cover flew back, I saw she was completely naked. I smiled at her. “But, I also couldn’t sleep because of what you asked me before coming upstairs.”

I smiled at her, “Do you have an answer you want to share?”

She turned to her side and put an arm across my chest, just below my exposed breasts. She watched her own arm move onto another naked woman in her bed, a woman she had just met, and smiled shyly before looking back to my face. She nodded as our eyes met, “Yes … I mean no, but yes.” She chuckled, trying to remain quiet. “I mean, no, I have never been with a woman, but, yes, I would like to be.”

I smiled and rolled into a hug, my arm moving around her, and I kissed her lips softly. I looked into her eyes and gave her a reassuring smile. “After your boys, I would enjoy that very much. But … tell me what is happening here … the boys being so old, yet no experience of any kind, yet you are on that website.”

She rolled back onto her back. Her body moved under my arm until it was my hand on her body, not my arm. She nervously met my eyes, then looked to my hand, took it into hers and brought it up to her lips. “It’s a long story, but not that complex.” She took a deep breath as her fingers held and moved over my hand before finally pressing it between her breasts and holding it there. It was almost as if she was hoping that some of what she had to say could pass directly from her into my hand to me, saving her the effort of expressing it.

She took a deep breath, glanced at me nervously, then sighed. “My family was part of a very conservative religious group. All the families were like us and lived on farms or small ranches. Our only contact with anyone, except for buying supplies and selling our products, was with the other families of the group. Anyway …” she took another breath and sighed it out, “… I was still pretty young when my father arranged my marriage with a man, my husband, who seemed nearly as old as my father. He was, perhaps, stricter about the laws of the group than even my father. It was a very patriarchal establishment of power and control. c***dren were home schooled to avoid any teachings they might not approve of and, as I have found out since, that would have included most of what would be needed to live in the larger society. The group required conservative, modest dress, head coverings, and demure responses from the females. We were taught not to look directly at men and certainly not challenge or debate with them in any way. The religious teachings were so strict in the interpretation of the bible, it was felt that any free-thinking or expression of bodily desires or needs was sinful. It was very oppressive …” she sighed, again, “… but, it had been the only thing I knew to exist.”

She stopped. For a time, nothing more came from her and I thought she might have expressed as much as she could. I leaned in and kissed the side of her head, now feeling that any more physical contact might be invasive.

But, she was not finished quite yet, “When he died 6 years ago, I just continued on as I had, only now without a man around. The boys had to and did, grow up quickly to take over more of the farm. I watched those boys in that early time after. You know what struck me the most about those early months of the boys and me on our own?” I frowned and gently shook my head, feeling some encouragement to continue might help. “How hard they worked; how little they complained or resisted or grumbled; how caring they were toward me, jumping in to help me when their chores were done; how attentive they were on their lessons and they never questioned when the religious part became less and less; but, mostly, how they seemed to become more relaxed and at ease, laughing and joking as they worked and how they started teasing me and making me laugh.” She turned her head to me, “A few months after losing my husband, their father, and our life was better.”

She became quiet, again. I watched her, my head braced on my hand as I lay on my side. With a finger, I moved some strands of hair from the side of her face and tucked them behind her ear. I was trying not to interrupt her thoughts, but to also let her know I was still with her.

“It was a strange time for us. We continued to live as we had been, but I let us drift from the group. They, of course, became concerned about our situation. They tried setting me up with another husband, insisting that it was not right for a family to not have the direction and controlling hand of a man. I finally stopped straying away and left them completely, telling them, including my family, that if they couldn’t accept our desire to be as we were, they were not welcome. They argued … some even threatened me, but the boys were just reaching the age where they could stand up for me and the 3 of them together in front of me made me more proud of any man or men than I had ever been. I had to be careful because of the boys, though. I schooled them the best I could, but I had no illusions that I could put them into the public schools at 13 and 14 years old and have them fit in, much less keep up with school work, so I continued to school them at home as best I could. As time went, their time became more responsible for the farm and less about schooling, but that was required by our situation. Without the group, we were completely on our own with no help at cutting, baling, or harvest.”

She went quiet, again, but now she was more animated. Her fingers held my hand, examining my fingers and nails as though they were disassociated from me. There was also the smile that formed on her face as her mind continued to work on the story to be told. She giggled, “Isn’t it funny? They warned me that life was going to be hard and punishing if I turned my back. They were mostly right, too. Our life did get hard, very hard; but it didn’t get punishing.” She turned her head to me. “You’ve had hard times in your life, too. I can see it. So, you know. Life became hard for us, but the harder life got, the harder the boys worked with me … never against me, like they did with their father. The harder it got, the better and closer we got. Until …” her face beamed at me, “… until life wasn’t hard, anymore. Oh, the days are long and the work can be hard and we get very tired, but we are good … the boys and I … we’re good.”

I leaned in and kissed her cheek, no longer thinking about the element of ‘being with a woman’, but intent on her story. “You have me hooked, so I have to ask: how did you come to being on that website for a****l sex and posting for someone like me?”

She laughed louder and covered her mouth. As she and the boys grew stronger and more self-assured away from the group, they took small, incremental steps into the world bahis firmaları outside their experience. As they did this, she allowed tentative exploration of the internet with very strict guidelines and rules, rules that she found herself breaking. She found stories, book, and magazines about nearly any topic imaginable. Some she shared with the boys: farming, equipment, livestock, gardening, even sports, and movies. It was a new and amazing world opening to them, but she was wise in allowing the exploration to be slow and cautious. She came to realize how vulnerable her boys would seem, how hard it would be for them to find and experience love and acceptance in that world when their experiences were so limited. And, she realized her own limitations. The stories might have been fiction, but she found that women had lives of love, acceptance, and caring given by their men, things she had not experienced and things her boys were ill-equipped to give to a woman.

The stories and information became a new study guide to lead her boys into the idea of relationships with women, but she also came to feel her own loss of having been able to ever experience such a relationship. The feeling about the relationship and belonging inevitably led to bodily feelings and needs. She discovered porn, hiding her interest from the boys, but her desires for attention and love and pleasure were coursing through her with strong needs. She felt guilty about her interest in this new material but made it a part of discovery and possible solution. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered about it. Her mixed up mind contemplated sex with the dogs when she came across a story with it described. She had a dog and she could possibly manage it in secret from the boys. In a weak moment, that was when the posting went out. Then, she thought of her boys, 19 and 20, and the need they must also have. So, her posting was modified. She could explain to them the plan of giving them a chance to experience sex in safety, but how could she explain an interest in dogs?

She rolled to her side to look into my face and eyes. She lifted an index finger and traced my cheek to my lips and chin. She looked deeply into my eyes, “I was, however, avoiding the conflicting issues swirling in my head behind all this. Even at my age, there was a part of me that wanted to just rebel against everything I had been taught and told to do all my life. I wanted to strike a blow against what I was told, to be pure and righteous. I knew that was wrong, that it could easily take us down the wrong path. But, it was there and it was strong. I wanted to enjoy sex, Samantha. Do you know I never did? It was wrong. Sex was procreation, simply to create a new life … no more. Then, here I was discovering that sex was good and healthy and full of pleasure and love. I wanted to know that, Samantha. Is that so bad? I wanted my boys to know that. But, how … how do I do that for my boys?”

I waited. There was nothing else for me to do but to let her run her course in the way and time she needed. She was studying me, my face. Her fingers traced over my lips. I parted them slightly and she looked back to my eyes. She touched my lips, then moved the fingers to hers.

She looked into my eyes as if searching for an answer, for a direction. “You kissed me … earlier … like a man might kiss a woman.” I waited. I held her eyes with mine. “I was taught that a woman with a woman is wrong, a sin.” I waited. “I was taught that thoughts of sex and pleasure are wrong, are sins.” She searched my face, again. “You don’t believe that, do you?” I shook my head very slowly. “I had thoughts, not just thoughts but plans, of sex with dogs so I could feel what that pleasure might feel like.” She looked into my face and smiled, “I made those plans …” The words drifted off and I wondered if she was drifting away from what she wanted, or thought she wanted. So, I waited, again.

She was quiet too long for me, looking at me in a way I couldn’t read. “Marge … if this is not right … we do not have to …”

“NO!” She put a finger to my lips, her eyes focusing on my lips, lifting to my eyes, then back to my lips. She leaned forward and kiss me … on the lips. “No … no, this is what I want, but …”

I put my hand to the side of her face, “Tell me.”

“I want you to help me with more.” She laughed, “More than the dog. Yes, I do want that, but …” she looked into my eyes, a pleading, help me type of expression, “… but I want you to help with my sons.” I started to indicate what I had just done and she laughed, “Yes, you did and they will remember that first time, but I … me … I also want to share that with them.” I smiled at her. She asked seriously, “Is that to wrong?”

I surprised her by throwing myself on her, pushing her over onto her back and kissing her passionately. I pulled up, “Is that wrong? You ask a woman who has multiple partners, men, and women? A woman who mates with a****ls on a regular basis?” I looked her intently in the eyes, “You ask a woman who fell in love with the man who saved her from a miserable life and that man was my son.” Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. I nodded. “Yes, I am all those things so how am I able to say if those things are wrong for you. If it is what you want and what they want, then can any loving relationship be wrong?”

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with a passion that I wondered if she had ever before shared with someone. Then, she pulled her head away, “But will they? Will they feel the same way?”

“I know they will, trust me. I have seen it in them.” I looked to the side at the closed door. “We need to plan, strategize how we do this …”

She pulled my head back to hers. “After … now, I want you to show me what ‘being with a woman’ is like.” I smiled.

I kissed her lips, opening mine and giving her my tongue to feel. She experimented with me, tentatively opening her own lips, allowing my tongue to touch just inside, then to bring her own tongue out to contact. I retreated my tongue and she followed it into my mouth with hers, her eyes searching me for affirmation. I closed my lips over her tongue and sucked. She giggled. I pulled back and looked down at her with a smile in my eyes as well as my mouth.

“Samantha, I have so much to learn. Were the boys just as …”

I kissed her, “Yes, they were. There were just as willing to learn, too.”

“You will help me with them?”

“I will do everything I can to show you all what this can be like if you wish.”

She smiled and her face grew serious. “Can you give me an orgasm?”

“Have you never?” She shook her head, but her eyes held mine. I nodded. “I will certainly try.”

I kissed down her face to her neck and shoulders, then back up to her lips. I whispered to her how lovely she was, how strong she was for herself and her boys, and how she deserved to find love, pleasure, and happiness.

I kissed down her shoulders to her chest, covering her breasts with kisses, her nipples with my tongue and lips and small bites that brought gasps and moans from her mouth. I moved back to her mouth, whispering more of the same, calling her name softly, extolling her dedication to the boys.

I moved quickly to her breasts and nipples, moving down onto her stomach, my hands and fingers fondling, caressing, and pinching while my mouth used kisses, licking and touches to her belly and belly button, bringing new sounds of pleasure and surprise from her. I returned to her mouth and she took my head in her hands, pulling me into a fierce kiss, out tongues now attacking each other, seeking each other’s and the insides of our mouths.

My hand was on her hip, down her thigh and over into the inner thigh. Her thighs parted as I caressed and stroked up the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer to her groin. I kissed her before sliding down her body, once more, this time to her abdomen before using kisses and licking. My mouth entered her pubic hair while both of my hands stroked the insides of her thighs, coming up to her pussy as my lips found her clitoris. She cried out at the touches coming at the same time, my hands and mouth finally on her private of parts, another barrier broken from her old teachings.

I looked up at her, past her rising and falling breasts crowned with hard, erect nipples, and found her raised head looking down at me. I smiled at her as my tongue came out and dipped between her pussy lips. She gasped and I felt the bed move as her head fell back down. I pushed her legs apart, then put my hands under her knees and pushed them into the air and splayed her legs wide. She was wet with anticipation and foreplay, her pussy separated before my eyes and I smiled. This was a sexual woman; a sexual woman trapped by circumstance into a non-sexual existence until … misfortune brought opportunity and she took it.

I dipped my tongue into her, finding her hole as my fingers spread her lips apart, my thumb working her clit as my tongue explored outside and inside her pussy. I slipped a finger into her, then a second, shifting my mouth to her clit, sucking and nipping it, alternating with licking. My fingers explored, probed inside her. I search for her g-spot, curling my finger and probing upward at the front. When her thighs closed around my head and her hips rose from the bed, I knew she was feeling it. When her body tensed, her legs fell to the side, the pressing her hips into the air and she cried out loudly, I knew she had her first orgasm.

I crawled up to her and lay alongside her, holding her tightly as her breathing fought to gain control. I whispered in her ear, “Tomorrow, we begin …”

* * CHAPTER 13: THE FARM FAMILY: DISCOVERY will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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