Jason Cannon - The farmer_s daughter

They broke apart and quickly stepped across the hall into the bedroom. Again Alma Mae was torn between the screaming of her mind and the desire in her heated body.

Gussie locked the door behind them. The robe dropped from her shoulders and she crossed to Alma. They were both stark naked now as Gussie urged the younger girl's body back onto the bed.

"Pa will hear us," Alma protested weakly.

"So what," Gussie said, the words almost spitting from her mouth. She reached for Alma hungrily and stroked her tenderly, touching now a nipple, then the flat stomach of her thighs. At the same time she ran her tongue lovingly over Alma's face and ears.

Gradually her hands began to work at those places on Alma's body that would send her into throes of passion. Her fingers worked around the girl's clit, up and down the wet sides of the slit, teasing and caressing, but only suggesting a touch of the clitoris itself. Her tongue jammed itself into Alma's mouth, hard and hot like a cock.

Eagerly Alma responded, opening her mouth and legs to her aunt's body. Every touch now caused her passion to mount higher and higher, making her forget everything.

Then Alma's body came even more alive as she felt Gussie's trained tongue start to trace a path down her throat and between the fleshy globes of her tits. Around and around her nipple the fiery tongue circled until, finally, the tongue's tip hit and the lips closed over the pulsing tit tip.

At the same time, Gussie's hands continued to caress and massage her cunt. Alma's body was on fire. With all the strength in her hips she sent her cunt up and over Gussie's hand. Knowing the girl was ready, Gussie started her tongue downward, leaving a trail of wetness across Alma's jiggling body. When her aunt's tongue hit her cunt fur, Alma's legs splayed wide, spreading the lips of her cunt for the tongue's insertion.

"Yes, yes," Gussie growled, "give me that beautiful pussy."

She thrust her tongue between the lips of Alma's cunt and began to suck at the wildly pulsing clitoris.

Instantly Alma was reduced to a quivering, passionate mass of flesh as the tongue seemed to explore all parts of her cunt at the same time. Gussie's mouth was so strong that her sucking was inflicting pain. Alma felt that her whole body was being sucked out of her cunt.

It seemed to take forever but it was only seconds before Alma's body was exploding in a frenzy of sexual delight. Her cunt throbbed and throbbed through vast waves of pleasure as she used her legs to drive Gussie's tongue further and further up her clasping snatch.

As she felt her body subsiding from the crest of the orgasm, she felt Gussie slip from the bed. "You'll be going to Memphis with us after the picnic tomorrow… won't you?"

Alma thought of the sex with Able, with Rosebud, and, most of all just now, with Gussie. Then she thought of what she had almost done with her father. She looked up at Gussie and nodded.

"I thought you would," Gussie said, and moved to the door.

"But on my terms," Alma Mae said.

"Sure," Gussie replied, "sure. And your terms are right there between your thighs. After I teach you what men really want, how they are, you'll be begging to do for me what I just did for you." Then she was gone and Alma could hear her cruel, sardonic laugh echoing down the hall.

Alma Mae lay in the puddles of their sweat, her mind seething but her body tired to the point of collapse. She drifted off to sleep only to be awakened again by her dreams.

It was late, with the moon high in the sky when Rosebud entered the room. The moonlight gleamed on the sweaty sheen of her body. It outlined the droplets of cuntal moisture and male cum on the tips of her pubic hairs.

"Oh," said Rosebud, "I thought I heard someone in here."

"You did," Alma replied. "Me."

"I mean I thought I heard Able."

She was looking for Able, Alma thought. Then the cum dripping from her cunt onto her thighs wasn't his. "Gussie and I just fucked," Alma said, suddenly wanting to shock Rosebud, but knowing, deep in her heart, that it was impossible.

"Good… she's a wild lover isn't she?" Rosebud said. "If you've already had her I don't suppose you would…"

"No, I wouldn't," Alma Mae said tonelessly. "I think I'd rather have a good cock."

"Okay, touchy. Sorry I asked. But that'll change then you get to Memphis." Rosebud let a tiny all-knowing smile curl the corners of her mouth as she stepped from the room and closed the door behind her.

The following morning Alma looked in on her father. She wanted to talk to him and tell him that she was leaving with Gussie that afternoon.

He was already gone and the room was a shambles. She went on downstairs to find Able, Gussie and Rosebud ready to go. They were packing the car.

"C'mon, lovey," Gussie said, "let's go. It's getting late."

In the back seat of the car, on the way to the picnic grounds, Alma remained silent. She stared out the window at the vast, wasted fields that hadn't given birth to a crop for such a long time. She compared the fields to her own body, wondering if she would ever bear a crop, wondering if Rafer would really marry her if she let him know that she was willing.

"What you thinkin' about?" Rosebud said from the seat beside her.

"Rafer," she replied.

"Forget about him," Rosebud said. "He's like all of 'em, an' probably not as good as most."

"Yes he is," Alma retorted quickly, but bit her lip the minute the words were out of her mouth, wishing she hadn't let herself be baited so easily.

"Oh? Well, we'll see," Rosebud said.

Alma Mae returned to her own thoughts for the remainder of the ride and hoped her father would show up at the picnic grounds.

Old friends and some relatives greeted them on their arrival and everyone seemed to split off in different directions. Gussie went to the tables and started spreading the food while she gossiped with the other women. Able made a bee-line to the playground to see how much his female cousins had grown since the previous year, and how many of them he could get to go off into the bushes with him. Rosebud just disappeared as if the whole thing had been a bore from the beginning.

Alma Mae set off to find Rafer. Suddenly it was very important to find and talk to him and perhaps, if they could get away, fuck him. Maybe, she thought, Rafer could erase the memory of ecstatic passion her body still felt from the loving it had gotten the previous night from her aunt.

She searched for over an hour before she remembered that they had talked about sneaking off together and fucking in the old cabin above the park.

Alma ran down to the river, found the path that led to the old bridge and followed it until she emerged from the trees into a clearing. Across the bridge she could see the winding path that led to the top of the hill and the cabin.

She giggled to herself when, in the middle of the bridge, she looked back and down the riverbank and saw Sue Ann Halle's older brother, Gordon. He was fishing from the far bank of the river and he hadn't bothered to remove his clerical collar. What a difference there was, thought Alma, between Sue Ann and her minister brother. He waved when he saw her, and she waved back, wondering if he would be so friendly if he knew she was on her way to fuck Rafer Clooney's brains out.

Alma Mae felt very lightheaded as she wound her way up the path and came out of the trees into the overgrown, debris-strewn yard of the old, unused cabin. She crossed the yard and was about to bound up to the porch steps and call to Rafer when, from inside the house, she heard voices.

She froze in her tracks, recognizing them immediately as Rosebud and Rafer's. Silently she moved around the porch and stood on an old crate that rested beneath the window. Slowly she raised her head and peered through the dusty glass.