Nick Eastwood - Widow on the make

Dotty Kramer couldn't keep her eyes off the handsome hired man. The pretty blonde teenager kept peering at him out the window as he worked shirtless in the hot August sun. What a hunk, she thought, what a gorgeous man.

"Dotty," her mother laughed, "forget it. He's too old for you. Why, he must be almost thirty."

Dotty blushed hard. She'd been so intent on watching Hank Evans, she hadn't realized that she was being watched, too. But her mother didn't look angry, only amused.

"You finish your chores yet, honey?" Mrs. Kramer asked.

"No, Mom," Dotty sighed. "I'll get right to it."

She had plenty of chores to do on their small family farm. Now she thought of a task that would take her outside – and right by the handsome hired man. Maybe he was too old for her, but she just had to get a closer look at him.

She grabbed her egg basket and started for the chicken house. She was about to pass within ten feet of Hank Evans, and she ogled his sweat gleaming muscles and hard fine body. God, he was gorgeous! She wished she had the nerve to talk to him.

Then Dotty tripped on a rock and fell flat on her face.

Hank dropped his ax and came rushing to her rescue. "Hey, sugar, are you bun?" he drawled.

Dotty looked up at him, her face scarlet with embarrassment. Up close, he was even handsomer than she'd realized. He had dark hair and electric blue eyes and the most devastating grin. Too bad she'd just made a fool of herself.

"I'm all right," she stammered.

"You better let me help you up," he said. She shivered with excitement as the powerfully-built man lifted her gently to her feet. Dotty was a tall girl, and she already had a woman's body, curvy and ripe and big-titted, but Hank lifted her like she was a doll.

They stood there looking at each other, and Dotty felt a hot current of attraction passing between them. Hank's eyes roamed hungrily up and down her body. She suddenly got a strange hot sensation between her thighs.

"I'd like to know you better," he said. "Do you think you could get away and meet me this evening?"

Dotty knew her parents wouldn't approve of that. She also knew that she had to see Hank again. No boy her own age had ever turned her on like this man did. She just couldn't resist him.

"Yes," she whispered, "I'll meet you in the barn about eight."

Then she grabbed her egg basket and hurried away. The hours dragged after that. As usual, her father sent her to bed at eight o'clock, because they all got up at dawn. Only tonight Dotty slipped out her bedroom window and sneaked down to the barn.

Hank was waiting for her. "You're late," he grinned.

"Just a couple of minutes," Dotty said. "I had to sneak out. My folks wouldn't want me doing this. Mom says you're way too old for me."

"I think you should be the judge of that," Hank said.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Dotty gave a muffled gasp. She hadn't expected him to move so fast. Also, this was her very first kiss. She'd never allowed a guy to go this far with her before.

It didn't take her long to decide that she liked it. She liked to feel Hank's hard male body pressing against her, and she liked it even more when he slipped his tongue into her mouth and teased her with it. Again she got that weird hot sensation in her pussy.

She'd never had that sensation before. Her virgin cunt slit began to swell and moisten, and she felt really excited. She didn't want the kiss to end. She melted against Hank, and her nipples went stiff, poking against his chest. He drew back and looked at her with lust-heated eyes.

"You haven't done much kissing, have you, honey?" he smiled.

"That was the first time," Dotty confessed. "Really?" he exclaimed. "Don't your folks let you date?"

"Oh, yeah, but I haven't met a guy I really like," Dotty said. Not till now, she added silently.

"Then I'm flattered that you let me kiss you," Hank said. "Let's do it some more."

Dotty nodded eagerly, and he led her to a more private part of the barn. They settled into a hay-filled stall, and Hank pulled her to him again and gave her a series of long, steamy tongue-kisses that made her cream right through her panties.

Dotty was squirming and moaning in his arms, not really understanding what was happening. She hadn't heard the word "horny", and she'd never been hotly aroused before. She just knew that Hank was driving her crazy with his kisses.

"I-I think I'm getting too excited, Hank," she panted.

He chuckled and drew back, just letting her rest in his arms. Dotty was glad of the chance to catch her breath. Then she happened to glance down at Hank's fly, and she saw an enormous bulge that hadn't been there a few moments ago.

"Oh, my gosh," she exclaimed, "what's that?"

Hank saw where she was looking, and he roared with laughter. "You're not kidding me?" he grinned. "You don't know what that is?"

Dotty shook her head. "It's growing," she observed.

"It's growing for you, sugar," he leered. "It's a present for you. Why don't you take it out and look at it?"

Dotty had a feeling she shouldn't, yet she burned with curiosity. She just had to know what that big lump was. She unzipped his jeans and opened them. He wasn't wearing shorts. His stiff cock snapped free, and she gawked at it.

"Oh, wow," she breathed.

"You're a farm girl," Hank laughed. "You must know what that thing's for."

Suddenly Dotty understood. Why hadn't she made the connection before? She'd watched animals fucking, all kinds of animals, since she was a baby. She should have figured that human beings do it, too, in just the same way.

"Now I get it," she said. "What's it called?"

"It's my cock," Hank said. "And now that you're finished staring at it, how about playing with it?"

He took her hand and showed her what to do. He wanted her to curl her fingers round that big slab of meat and pump it. Dotty found it fun. She also felt a weird excitement as his prick throbbed against her fingers. It looked so huge. How could it possibly fit into a woman's body to make a baby?

Hank sure liked what she was doing. He leaned back in the hay and breathed hard, his handsome face flushed with lust. Thick globs of cream started oozing from the cleft of his cock, and Dotty rubbed the stuff up and down his cockshaft.

"Now I'm the one who's getting too excited," Hank said hoarsely.

"Oh, don't make me stop," Dotty said. "This is fun."

"Honey," he rasped, "you don't know what this can lead to. I shouldn't have asked you out here tonight. I want you too bad."

"I want you, too, Hank," Dotty said innocently. "Please, let's have some more fun."

Hank made a lusty growling noise in his throat, as if his self-control had just snapped. He pushed Dotty's t-shirt up and unhooked her bra. His big callused hands closed over her large thrusting tits, expertly molding and stimulating the tender tit melons.

"Ohhhhhh, gosh, that feels nice," Dotty gasped.

Hank just made more growling noises as he explored her luscious big teenaged tits. Dotty went on pumping his cock. It bucked and throbbed and juiced in her fist, like it had a life of its own. Her tits swelled and tingled, and she felt more molten juice seeping from her virgin cunt.

She knew her parents would be furious if they caught her doing this, but why? It was so much fun, and it felt so nice. She and Hank were just making each other feel good, and what was wrong with that? Dotty didn't feel a bit guilty or ashamed.

Everything seemed right with Hank, even when he unzipped her jeans and pulled them off. She let him take off her panties, too. He gently petted her pretty golden cunt bush, then slid his hand between her legs and touched the moist hot flesh of her pussy.