Wilma Freidman - Sorority Affair

Penny shut her eyes, mentally visualizing the big, sun-bronzed, muscular figure of Woody, the man who had been working the farm for a week now. Just the thought of him caused a tautening of her pointed breasts that were round and firm, upthrusting without benefit of a bra. A delicious tingling swept over her as she felt the erect nipples push and brush at the cheap cotton fabric of her dress.

She no longer remembered any of the conversations they had had… but she had felt his eyes run over her body every time she was in sight of him like caressing hands. She remembered how strange her own voice had sounded to her as she whispered to him: "In our barn this afternoon… Momma is going to town."

Woody had merely nodded, then gone back to repairing the fence.

Penny had taken him a lunch, and after her whispered words, she had hurried jack to the old house, fear and excitement tingling in her blood. During the next hour, her body retained that peculiar warmth-that tingling sensation of the unknown, never diminishing. The hour went slowly… pure agony for her young body. She was burning with desire, anticipating his arrival. Her loins constantly quivered with the intenseness of this new sensation. She watched the rattling old car move down the dusty lane to the road, seeing her mother leave. She had no fear of her younger sisters they would stay inside the house. "Not long," she whispered to herself. "Not long now."

She heard him before she saw him-the quick, firm footsteps outside the barn. Frantic with anticipation, she tugged at her dress and smoothed her red hair with trembling fingers.

The door at the end of the barn creaked open; she saw the wide-shouldered form, outlined for a moment in the sunlight… and then the door closed.

"Penny?" his voice came to her in the dusky shadows. "Penny?"

Slowly, she stepped out from behind the stacked bales of hay. In her uncertainty, she was not sure whether she would be able to speak.

"I… I'm over… here," she breathed hesitantly.

It was very dark in the barn, yet she was aware of him as he approached-as if his very presence gave off some sort of electrical static to which her body was responsive. Then he stopped. After the bright sunlight, he could not see her in the shadows. His tone was impatient and somewhat harsh. "Damn it, kid… where the hell are you?"

"H-here, Woody… here," It was a groan of eagerness. She ran toward him, throwing her pulsating body against his muscular one. She heard his breath suck in quickly… then his arms were around her. She pressed her face against the broad chest, saying, "Oh God, you did come… didn't you?" It was an out rush of relief.

Woody chuckled slightly. "Yeah… you bet your sweet little ass! You think I'd pass up a chance at something as juicy as you?" His arms pulled her tightly against his rough-textured shirt. She trembled as one big, hard hand moved down her back… then over the round swelling of her firm bottom.

Instinctively, she flattened her breasts against him, automatically grinding her pelvis to his. Penny had see the farm animals in copulation; she knew the hardness she felt on her quivering stomach was his answer to her hot, throbbing vagina. She shoved hard against his bulging organ, raising her full lips to his hungry mouth.

In her innocence, Penny did not even know how to kiss, and her lips remained closed. She was startled when she felt his tongue prying them open, and his oral appendage began to penetrate her teeth. Then, with a blazing mind, she accepted his tongue, her own responding greedily. By the time she had finally started sucking at his lips and tongue with pleasure, he pulled his mouth away, and she felt all rubbery

and absolutely helpless. She was lost in the insane world of intense passion.

Woody, too, was gasping as loudly as she when he finally lifted his face from hers. His voice was a bit shaky, hoarse with his growing lust. "Goddamn… where can we… is there any place…"

"The loft. Up in the loft…"

Penny began climbing the wooden ladder, Woody directly behind her, pushing her with bold, hard hands that cupped and squeezed each cheek of her delicious little buttocks. The loft was a bit lighter, sunlight goldenly streaked through the cracks in the walls, gilding the loose, soft hay. And in the light she saw his face, white and set with firm muscles, his eyes glowing with his inner fire.

Woody placed his wide hands on her quaking shoulders, gently pushing her down into the yielding hay. "Take off your dress, baby!" he said sternly.

"D-do I… have to? I… don't have anything… under it."

"Hurry up, Penny," Woody said. "It's better that way."

Hesitantly, but eager, Penny obeyed him. The fabric made a soft whisper as she slipped the dress over her head. As she exposed her body, she felt the rippling waves sweep throughout her inner being as the harsh intake of his breath came to her.

"Oh, Christ," he breathed. "Christ! What a pair of titties! What a lovely, sweet body!"

His passionate admiration produced a strange reaction in Penny. All at once she was no longer afraid, no longer felt dominated by him. Wantonly, she ran her hands up over her flaring hips and cupped each of her breasts, forcing them to stand out even more, offering the succulent ripe tips to him. She felt competent now, complete master of this strange situation. With lewd deliberate movements, she lay back on the hay, spreading her slender, golden thighs wide. Woody gazed down at the curling red pubic hair, saw the glistening moisture of her pink viginal lips that peered delightfully from the triangle with open invitation.

"Do you like me?" she asked, her voice no longer quaking. A hoarse sound came from deep within him, and Woody suddenly lunged for her. She rolled away, giggling. "You too," she giggled in childish laughter. "You've got to take your clothes off too!"

Without hesitation, Woody's fingers worked swiftly at the buttons and zipper of his clothing, and in seconds was stripped. Penny stared in awe at his nakedness-his swollen penis rigid, standing upright and cleaving the air with throbbing, powerful need. The head was purplish, moistened at the tiny slit with a bead of clear fluid. Her huge eyes moved the length of this monstrous organ, down to his swinging, heavy hair-covered testicles, almost hidden in the thick thatch. As she stared, seeing a male organ for the first time in her young life, her yearning grew stronger-so strong, she could feel the palpitations ripple through her. "Come here," she whispered huskily.

Woody dropped into the hay beside her, his hands going out greedily to seize her swelling breasts. She welcomed the harsh rasp of his hands as they brushed across the turgid, red nipples. With inflamed urgency, her own hands sought out his cudgel, caressing the throbbing erection down its full length to cup his huge testicles exploringly. He was the first man she had ever known-had ever touched and seen in this manner and she wanted to know every inch, every pore, of this bludgeon.

"So big," she said softly, awed by the tremendous strength she knew this throbbing, hot organ must hold. "So very, very big!"

Woody remained silent, knowing a girl-especially one as young as this-wanted to examine and fondle for the first time. He dipped his head as his lips quickly began tasting her virginal breasts. Penny felt him tugging at her swollen nipples, his tongue fluttering gently but urgently, and unconsciously her hips began to rotate gently as the pleasure built higher inside her stomach. Her lust grew and boiled until she thought she would burst… erupt into thousands of pieces of flesh and bone and blood.

Wrapping her fingers about his hardened penis, she began to instinctively work her fist up and down, stretching his skin tighter, masturbating him slowly as she thrilled to the sensations of caressing a man this way. Her other hand fondled and rolled his swollen testicles. Moving her palm over the blood-engorged head of his phallus, she felt the warm liquid of his dripping seminal juices. Involuntarily, Penny moaned, "Please… God, let me see it!"