Jason Cannon: The farmer_s daughter

"I don't believe you," she said.

"It's true, I swear."

Suddenly Alma Mae did believe him and it made her mad. She knew she could do anything Sue Ann could do and probably do it a lot better. Ever since she had spent a whole night with Sue Ann and the girl had bragged about how big her tits had gotten and how wonderful it was to at last become a woman, Alma Mae had wanted to spite her somehow. Especially when the other girl had pranced around nude in front of her and dared her to take all of her clothes off. Alma Mae had been stung with embarrassment by her own barely developing nubs, her lack of a period, and the baldness of her tiny cunt.

"Show me some of it… what you do with her," Alma Mae said, a tone of determination coming into her voice.

He slipped his hand higher between the softness of her young thighs until he could cup her asscheeks through the thin panties. This time she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. She couldn't place exactly when his other hand had started fondling her tits but she did know that she felt soothed by what he was doing. She liked the warmth of his body against her.

Gradually, between kisses she became aware of his hard cock pressing on her hip. The size of it, even under the clothing, shocked her. Again she became frightened. She tried shifting her position but he wouldn't let her move.

Then she was electrified. He had wormed his hand underneath her panties from the rear, and now he was steadily drawing them down her legs. She remembered the lack of hair on her cunt. Her neck burned red afraid that he would look at her cunt and compare its nakedness to Sue Ann's lush wealth of fur. She looked down. Her cunt was clearly visible where her skirt had hiked clear up to her waist. She quickly folded both her hands over the mound.

"What are you gonna do, Rafer Clooney?"

"Just take these off so's I can touch you easier. It'll make you feel good, Alma Mae."

It must have been an imp in her brain that made her say what she next said. "If you're gonna look at me like that an' get to touch me, I wanna see you too…"

Her eyes widened as he moved her around him to lie on the car seat and he jumped up in front of her. In no time he had loosened his belt and stepped out of his pants and shorts.

She saw his long cock raving, already hard, between his legs. It was much, much bigger than her brother Able's, thicker and longer. And the sac beneath it that held his balls looked like it might burst with their swollen holdings.

"Now you see it, Alma Mae."

"You like it, Alma Mae?"

"It's big, Rafer, real big."

"That's good when it's big, Alma Mae. You'll see. Touch it! That's it, curl your hand around it just like that. Now jack it!"

"Huh?"

"Move your hand up and down on it. Like this."

He placed his hand over hers on his cock and moved it back and forth. "Oh shit, Alma Mae. Shit, shit, shit, you don't know how good that feels!"

His cock pulsed and throbbed in her hand. His hips moved it back and forth making the bulbous head disappear and then reappear, its glans rippling as she squeezed the shaft harder and harder with teach stroke.

He winced as he felt the pressure of her fist around his cock. She was a little skinny, he thought, but he sensed in her, the rampant, all-consuming desire for sex. She would be a good piece, he told himself, and she would get better.

She had become so absorbed in the manipulation of his cock that she had completely forgotten to cover her cunt. Its mound under her flat belly pooched white, its lips pinkly inviting beneath the hair that curled toward the crack. He looked from her cunt's puckered, tight opening to the blood-gorged head of his cock and wondered absently if he could get it inside her.

He fell forward, pinning her to the car seat with his weight. With one hip he prodded a leg aside. With an arm under the knee of her other leg he eased his body completely between her thighs until the head of his cock was touching, nestling the exposed outer lips of her pink cunt.

She felt the pressure of his cockhead against her cuntlips and stiffened. Instinctively she contracted her ass and cuntal muscles. He ran the head of his cock up and down her delicious slit. It was sopping with the juices of her cunt. He was sure she was good and ready for his cock.

He moved downward until he was sure his cock was resting at the perfect place for entrance. He moved his hands around her until he could cup her fleshy asscheeks and lift her ass and cunt toward his cock.

He could feel his cockhead pushing against her tiny hole, seeking entrance. He moved his hands lower on her ass. She shivered involuntarily as his fingers tightened, two of them delicately tickling her spread asshole. The moisture between her glued cuntlips had built to a lake of cuntal juices. Her whole being wanted his cock but her body remained stiff and tense. The soft lips of her cunt refused to open.

He lunged, pulling at her ass in the same motion, but her body wouldn't respond. Again and again he drove his cock forward, bunching his asscheeks and digging his toes into the dirt floor for added leverage.

But nothing did any good. No matter how hard his cock, or how much pressure he could produce for it, her sweet cunt refused him entrance.

She could feel the sticky juices trickling from the lips of her cunt and running down into the crack of her ass. Her mind screamed at her pussy to open and take his cock, but it elicited no response.

He paused, panting, and sagged to his knees between her legs. Just below him he could see the delicious mound of her cunt, its juices glistening from the light of dusk coming through the door.

He raised the thin blouse until the light danced tantalizingly over her small, rose-tipped tits. Again Alma Mae was embarrassed. Her tits weren't half the size of Sue Ann's. On top of that she hadn't been able to satisfy Rafer by taking his prick into her cunt. She pulled her blouse down just as he was about to dip his mouth to her nipples.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothin'," she said, and wriggled her body to a standing position.

"Hey," Rafer said, standing beside her and slowly pumping his hard cock, "you're not mad are you?"

"No," she said, pulling her panties back on. "I ain't mad. I'm…" She fell suddenly silent and looked directly into his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Shit," he said, a winning smile creasing his handsome face. "It's all right. Here… watch!"

She watched and became fascinated as his hand began pumping and punishing his cock. The huge red head was like a phantom that was there and then gone again, inside his fist.

And then he came, in great globular streams that shot in tempo with his hand from his pulsing cockhead. Again and again his cock jerked spasmodically, sending yet another spurt of white, milky cum onto the ground beneath him.

Then his breathing lightened and his smile returned as he squeezed the last remnants of cum from his prick.

"Damn," Alma Mae said, fascinated by the exhibition.

He squeezed the last few drops of jism into his palm and held it toward her. "Taste it!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"'Cause."

He dipped the tip of his tongue into his palm and brought it back into his mouth. "Won't hurt ya."

They didn't do anything after that, together, for almost two weeks, even though Rafer still came over regularly to play ball with Able. Then her parents had to attend a farm bureau meeting in to one afternoon and the car broke down on the way back. They called and Able went in on his bicycle to help. Soon after that they called again, saying that it would be late before the car could be fixed so they decided that they would stay in town and go to a movie.

Alma's older sister, Rosebud, was away for the whole summer in Memphis with their Aunt Gussie, so Alma suddenly found herself, for the first time in weeks, all alone in the big old house. The first thing to hit her mind was, "call Rafer." Just about the time she picked up the telephone she heard the throaty roar of his motorcycle in front of the house.