Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume One

"Okay, boys, that should do it," Chris laughed.

"Man, that was like a freight train going into a tunnel."

They all burst into laughter over the comparison.

Johnny entered the corral and led the cow out and over to the waiting truck.

Inside the barn on her pile of hay, Cynthia lay back tense and trembling. Her mouth was dry and the hay scratched her arms and legs more intensely now. She was too surprised and shocked at what she had seen to be able to move. She had never in all her young life imagined that such a thing was possible. Her stomach churned slightly and she felt strangely dizzy. Did humans do this too? Was this the reason for the same, but softer and more secret sounds she had often heard coming from her parents' bedroom late at night when they had thought she was asleep? It must have been, they were so much the same. Her whole body began to quiver uncontrollably at the lewd and obscene thought of her mother and father coupled together as the animals she had just seen through the secret crack of the barn.

Then, she was suddenly jerked back to reality as she heard Chris ask one of the men to go into the barn and bring back a halter for the bull. In desperation she crawled back over the hay and jumping to her feet, ran out the rear door. She silently scuttled through the fence and fell on the ground behind a bush and lay there for some time, panting and gasping, too afraid to move. Later, she made her way back to the farm just as her father and brother were returning to the house after unloading the cow in the corral. She could not look either of them in the face and silently began to help her mother prepare the evening meal. Her thoughts were strangely muddled and disturbing to her young and innocent mind.

A few days later Cynthia went on one of her beloved rambles over the countryside. She never grew tired of these explorations, searching through the woods for tiny, wild flowers, running and skipping over the lush, dark-green meadows, with Pal barking madly at her side, or weaving her way through the rustling lanes of corn. Her favorite spot was a small glen in a wood on the other side of the wheat field. Here she used to go to drowse away an afternoon or to construct a small lean-to of branches and "playhouse", or to sit quietly and hope a rabbit or squirrel would approach. Pal would sniff around the surrounding woods, barking loudly in surprise and excitement when he would startle a wild bird. Usually, however, he would lie on the soft gently waving grass, panting in the heat. It was an Indian summer day, almost as hot as it had been in July.

"Come on, Pal, let's go to the woods," Cynthia said playfully, as she slammed the screen door and Pal jumped up from the porch. "But no roaming today. It's too hot. We have to walk slowly like Grandma and Grandpa Holiday."

They followed a winding path around the barns and set off across a meadow, Cynthia's yellow braids swinging from side to side as she looked for hidden field mice in the grass, or knelt to pick up am autumn flower. The intense sun pressed sullen on her head. The sky was a vacant, wide tent of pale blue. The air was filled with the sweet, fecund smell of meadow grass and the small white and yellow flowers which dotted the field.

When they reached the glen, Cynthia plopped on the ground and wiped the perspiration from her forehead with the hem of her skirt. Pal lay on the grass beside her panting heavily.

"Poor old Pal's so hot in his winter overcoat," she said soothingly, as she petted him. "It's just too hot today for clothes."

Cynthia pulled up her short skirt over the whiteness of her already developing thighs and sighing as the cool breeze washed over the flimsy silk of her brief panties, lay back on the cool grass and stroked his thick fur. She opened her legs wide to let the air cool between her perspiring thighs and looked contentedly up at the drifting puffs of summer clouds that moved lazily overhead. Pal rolled on his side next to her and turning her head at the feel of his movement against her hand she noticed that his penis was protruding slightly from its fur covered sheath. She remembered the black bull from the other day and tentatively touched its pink, moist end. As she curiously fingered it, the small glistening penis slowly emerged into the air until it was fully in sight. Pal growled deep in his throat and then jumped up, quivering. Feeling uncertain and a little afraid, she squirmed slightly away on her back and looked wide-eyed up at him not knowing what to do. It was a strange feeling, one that she had never known before with Pal. He had always leaped at her first command but now she was not so certain he would react the way he always had done before. There was an animalistic gleam in his eye that both frightened and confused her. It was as though she had lost complete control over him and would never regain it again. He suddenly had command of her and her childish mind froze, unable to move as he hovered over her spread-eagle form panting and jerking like the lust-enraged bull she had seen such a short time ago just before it attacked Jersey in Chris' corral.

He had moved between her wide spread legs and was standing with tongue hanging out just above her.

She dared not move in her sudden fear.

His head dropped and she clenched her eyes tightly shut as she felt the coldness of his nose brush experimentally against the warm inside of her thighs. She could feel the heat of his breath as he panted like the bull and the sudden wetness of his tongue as it snaked out of his mouth and began softly licking at the exposed flesh of her inner legs. She started to push him away, but the cool damp tongue suddenly felt fresh and alive on her hot skin. Instead, she lay back and let her arms fan loosely out on the grass as his tongue continued its strange and probing search up toward the whiteness of her panties. She tried to move again but was met by a whining growl that stilled her completely. There was nothing she could do now and felt her body begin a slow uncontrollable writhing against the grass beneath her as suddenly his long searching tongue reacted the top of her thighs and began a gently almost tender licking against the silk band of her panties that covered the warm, sweating slit of her young, untouched vagina. A slight groan escaped from her mouth which was dry now from the strange and unknown sensations flickering through her young and inexperienced body. Her tongue ran in small desperate and uncontrolled circles around the edges of her lips, the salty taste of the tiny drops of sweat forming there increasing the urgency of the feelings suddenly circling around deep inside her white, virginal belly. The sun burned white into the skin of her face and exposed legs and she could feel the roughness his tongue probing gently against the thin, protective veneer of her panties, pushing it wetly into the now open and palpitating lips of her small and untouched cunt. She giggled slightly and it tickled her but soon she felt a curious sensation flowing up into her loins and stomach, a feeling that was unfamiliar but strangely pleasurable and had its strength deep inside her belly. At first it frightened her, but then she gave herself slowly and uncertainly to its new and delicious delight and felt a sudden ravenous curiosity as to where it would lead and what it was all about.

Her hands moved without thought down over the beginning blooms of her tiny but sensitive breasts and making a wide, open-palmed sweep down over the whiteness of her nylon clad belly began a soft circular stroking around the insides of her thighs as the hot, licking tongue of the dog continued its desperate probing of the nylon band still covering the tiny, hair lined slit of her vagina. Her body began a slow wiggling and squirming down into the cool mat of grass beneath her and she slowly raised her knees until they were pointing directly up at the fleecy cloud floating lazily above, and then with the first moan of passion uttered in her young life, they limply fell outwards, exposing the whole of her nylon covered loins to the now more desperate flicking tongue of the dog. Her buttocks and pelvis began a slow, yet hard rotation up at the teasing wet nose of the animal haunching down between her wide-spread legs and she could feel the long, moist, snake-like tongue trying without success to curl beneath the tight elastic legband of her flimsy panties and make contact with the soft smooth flesh beneath. Her fingers automatically moved inward and with the forefinger of her right hand she deftly and quickly pulled the soft nylon crotch band aside and groaned with a feeling she had never in her life thought possible as she felt the great wet mass of Pal's flicking tongue sink hungrily between the wet and throbbing lips of her young and now unprotected cunt. A low animal moan escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth and she grasped his furry ear with her other hand and pulled his nose tighter between her legs, grunting and twisting beneath him on the grass as though she had suddenly lost her mind. At the same time, mewling whines of unsatiated hunger rolled from the panting mouth of the wildly licking dog and he thrust the tip of his tongue deep between her wide-spread legs until the thin ring of her youthful virginity would allow it to sink no deeper inside her. Saliva drooled from his mouth in wild sucking torrents, wetting the whole of her madly rotating pelvis and loins as she wiggled and squirmed in wild and uncontrolled abandon beneath the lapping dog. Feeling the hot delight rising like fire in the depths of her quivering belly, she ground her crotch desperately around and around, savoring with untamed delight the newfound sensations rippling in never ending waves through her young, virginal body.