Saturday morning began with a full country breakfast. Scrambled eggs with bacon, link sausages, hash browns, pancakes with fresh country butter and syrup, and thick slices of cantaloupe. After the dishes had been cleared and Papa Howard had puffed his pipe in his homemade wooden rocking chair on the front porch for a few minutes, we all went to our assigned chores. Papa and Jimmie were going down to the field to check the fences and mow the hay. They packed lunches and a jug of cool water to last until evening. Carl went to his work at the hardware store. Lena was helping Mama in the kitchen. My duty was to rake up the hay in the barn and distribute it to the stalls for the horses and cows.
The weather was cool and pleasant. I opened the twin barn doors to let in light and air, picked up the rake, and set to work. Hay was strewn across half the barn floor, and I began to pile it up against the back wall. I piled the hay up about knee deep and sat down on a box to rest for a minute or two. I heard the barn door being pulled to behind me and felt two soft hands on my shoulders from behind.
"Hi, Jack. Worked up a sweat yet?" It was Karen.
"Not much of one yet," I answered. "What's going on?"
"Oh, I just wanted to come up and see you." Her tone was elaborately casual.
She came around to stand in front of me. She wore a loose-fitting white cotton blouse. Her bright colored calico skirt came down below her knees. Today the bows that held her golden blonde braids were large and bright yellow. She was lovely to look at, but I was irritated. I hadn't got over the way she had handled me last Sunday, and I hadn't seen her all week.
I opened my mouth to complain about her rubbing me up and walking away, but different words came out, "You're so pretty." I hadn't meant to say that. I'd meant to say, "You were mean to me again."
She took my face between her hands and kissed me on the mouth. "You're sweet," she said.
I was in a trance. I managed to stammer, "I...I...I'm...."
"Shhhh," she whispered. She pulled me toward her and buried my face between her breasts. Her skin smelled like flowers.
"Karen, I...."
"Shhhh."
"But last Sunday...."
"I wanted to keep your interest up. And I did, didn't I?"
"But I...."
"Hush," she said. "My pussy is hungry. Come over here." She walked to the foot of the ladder that led up to the loft. Her skirt swirled as she turned to look back at me over her shoulder. Her blue eyes smoldered. "You hold the ladder for me."
Her ass cheeks flexed as she climbed, moving each leg slowly. She didn't look down, but she knew I was watching up her skirt. She bent her knees and stuck her butt out to billow her skirt and give me a clearer view. The golden hair that covered her pussy twinkled at me as she climbed.
The floor of the loft was also covered with loose hay piled up against the back wall. Karen bunched her skirt up around her waist and sat with her bare bottom on the hay and her legs splayed out in a V. I was almost sure then that she never wore any underwear. But at the same time I wondered if she had been wearing underwear in church last Sunday. I wondered fleetingly if any of the girls in this town ever wore underwear.
Karen stroked the ruff of golden hair on her pubic mound, drew in her heels, and cocked her legs up. "You didn't work up a sweat yet. Come here; I'll make you sweat."
She hunched her butt forward and reached down to stroke her ass cheeks. She made a slow production of it, drawing her fingers up and over the slit of her pussy. She moved her hand down and did it again. And again. I was speechless. I just knelt and watched her. She extended one finger to stroke her butt crack and her pussy lips, even more slowly this time. She dipped her finger into her pussy and worked it around. She licked her finger and stroked it into her pussy, rubbing the head of her clit.
I was fairly drooling.
"John . . . Jack," she said gently, "Wouldn't you like a little pussy while you're on your break? Just a tiny, little bitty piece of pussy? Don't just sit there. Taste my pussy. Get me wet and juicy."
I spread myself at full length, belly down on the loft floor, and buried my face between her soft, welcoming thighs. I licked her slit, opened her with the fingers of both hands, and thrust my tongue inside her as deep as it would go. Her pussy juice tasted the way orange blossoms smell. I drooled and slobbered as I thrummed my tongue against her hardening clit. Her juices began to flow.
"Oh. Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhhh. I'm ready, Jack. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." She was crooning.
I couldn't get my jeans off fast enough. My prick was ready. It bounced up, hard and pulsing, as soon as my jeans went down. I tossed my jeans and undershorts aside and got down on my knees. Holding the stiff shaft, I eased the head between the wet lips of her pussy and moved it in a slow circle.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured.
Only the head of my pecker was in her, but I could feel her warm juice. I reversed the direction of my rotation and pushed an inch deeper into her. That brought forth a new gush of pussy juice.. I slid my dick into her in a long, slow push.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured again. Oh, Jack. Ohhhh, Jack."
I set up a slow rocking motion, sliding all the way deep inside her. I kept on pumping my pecker into her in a slow, steady rhythm. She was crooning, "ooohhing" and "aaaahhing," enjoying being fucked slow and easy.
"Hey!" She said suddenly. "Hold it, John. I heard something." I paused in mid stroke, halfway in her cunt. There was the sound of the barn door opening down below us. Then footsteps. I slid my prick fully into Karen's pussy and held it there. We both strained our ears to catch whispering voices at the door. Two voices. Then the sound of the door closing and the latch pushed into place. A girl and a boy were in the barn with us. Karen pulled my head down and hissed into my ear, "Don't move, Jack. Don't move at all. What're we gonna do? I can't get caught fucking."
God, how I wanted to go on fucking that lush, ripe cunt. But I was terrified. I was frozen into immobility, with my dick marinating in Karen's cunt. We didn't dare move a hair.
