Karen Cook - Teacher 1903
Copyright© 2025 by Techman1952
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - This is the story of a teacher, why she became one, and how life interfered with her plan to be one. Overcoming an attack by a bear, meeting a girl that would become her daughter and the second man she fell in love with, the girl’s father, Joe. They have a life full of adventures and sex, but you will have to read the story to know about all of that!
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Incest Mother Brother Sister Father Daughter Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting
They left Longview the next day, since he had promised everyone they would be going to Paris, they had to go to the northwest from Longview. When Joe asked for directions he was told it was about one hundred miles if he was a bird, but by road it was around one hundred and fifty miles. If road conditions were perfect their Model A would make almost twenty eight miles an hour. But, not knowing the conditions and being difficult to stop, a more sane speed was half that. They weren’t in a hurry and they were looking for a place to live, preferably away from black bears.
No one in the family had ever asked Karen about the scars on her face. But she knew they had to be curious, she hadn’t even told Joe! So she decided to tell them the story, every detail! She thought she could tell them without dissolving in tears. She had to speak loudly to be heard over the exhaust noise and the noise from the transmission, noise from the tires. She finally gave up and told them she would tell them later!
Two hours later they were passing through the small town of Gilmer, the town was surrounded by farms growing sweet potatoes that they called “yams”. They traveled past the Upshur County Courthouse and stopped for some five gallon tins of gasoline at the General Store on the corner of the square. Joe used a funnel to fill the tank, then checked the engine oil level with the dipstick. It was a quart low so he added a quart from a bottle he carried in the box.
As he glanced in the tonneau (the backseat) and saw three girls sitting there. He immediately looked at Karen.
“I just couldn’t leave her in that terrible place and I wasn’t sure you would let me take her, so she’s been hiding behind our seats! I thought we would be far enough away from Longview that you wouldn’t take her back!”
Joe shook his head and looked at the girl,
“What is your name?”
“My name is Mandy, I’m fourteen years old, Daddy Joe!”
“Well Mandy I better get a kiss from you to seal the deal!”
A flash of calico and the girl was in his arms almost collapsing him to the ground. She gave him a very undaughterly kiss on his mouth complete with tongue. In catching her his hand found her bare bottom and his fingers landed in a very wet pussy. Joe carried her to the back door and set her down inside before licking and sucking her juices from each finger. His favorite flavor!
“I look forward to having more of that tonight, Mandy!”
“I look forward to you getting more, Daddy!”
Joe left town heading almost due north toward the town of Pittsburgh, twenty miles away. They would be there just in time for lunch.
He parked in the back of the diner in Pittsburgh, another County seat. He had avoided spooking the horses tied to the hitching rail in the front. They walked around to the front entrance and sat at an empty table.
As they sat waiting for the food they had ordered, Joe overheard two farmers talking about a problem one of them had. A huge pine tree had died, they suspected that pine bark beetles had killed it. But the problem was the tree’s location, it was between two barns. The barns were fifteen feet apart and the tree was centered in the space. The tree was four feet in diameter and was eighty feet tall and there was only one direction that the tree could be felled, the other way was the man’s house sixty feet away!
The end result of the farmer’s conversation was that the farmer was screwed. There was no way anybody could cut down that tree without destroying one of the buildings!
Joe stood up and walked to their table,
“Excuse me! I’m sorry but I’ve overheard what y’all were talking about! I can drop that tree without it touching any of the buildings!”
“There ain’t no fucking way anyone could do that much less a dapper rich dude driving one of those newfangled God Damned Automobiles!” The friend of the farmer with the tree problem declared.
“I’ll just bet you that I can!”
“What would you bet? I don’t have much money but I’ll bet you one night with my oldest daughter that you can’t drop that tree without hitting a building!”
That’s a pretty steep penalty to place on a daughter, mister!”
“No it’s not, cause I know you won’t take it!”
“But I will take that bet, and I’ll put up all three of my daughters for three nights, and if I damage a building I’ll have it fixed or replaced!”
“You have yourself a bet mister!”
“Now wait just a minute! That’s my property y’all are betting on! What if I don’t want to take a chance of having my buildings destroyed?
Joe called the man over and whispered in his ear,
“Sir, before I struck it rich, I was a lumberjack and three time winner of the Big Thicket Lumberjack Jamboree contest for accuracy in felling a tree! But shake your head and say something negative about what I may have told you!”
“Mister, I don’t give a damn that you cut down a sapling in your yard ten years ago! I make my livelihood with what’s in those barns!”
“Jessie, he said he would have the damages fixed or he would replace the building! Come on now let him cut down the tree!”
“Now Orville, you need to think about this, what is your wife gonna say if you win the bet and come home with three beautiful girls to spend three days with you?”
“Hell Jessie, do you think I’m stupid enough to take them home! Or tell her?”
“That’s my sister you’re talking about!”
“Come on Jessie, look at those girls! Don’t tell me you would enjoy three nights with them!”
“All right! You win! He can cut down the tree!”
The two men shook on the bet in front of several witnesses. In Texas, that is a legally binding contract!
“I’ll need a double bit axe with a hickory handle, some gloves, a twelve inch mill bastard file with a handle and a fine Arkansas wet stone.”
“The General Store should have all that!”
Sure enough, the store had everything, as well as some plaid shirts and some bib overalls that fit him. They even had a two man saw! But the bet didn’t include a helper.
Almost twenty dollars later he had what he needed to cut down the tree. They were going to do it the following morning at ten o’clock, weather permitting. If the wind was blowing faster than fifteen miles per hour they would delay until it dropped down.
The news spread about the bet and the stakes! People from all over the County began arriving thirty minutes after dawn. By the time Joe and the family left for the man’s farm the roads were clogged with spectators and they had a hard time getting to the farm. They arrived ten minutes late, just beating the fifteen minute forfeiture limit.
Joe had put his own edge in the Swedish steel axe. He brought all of the sharpening tools with him. His shirt was short sleeved and showed the still firm muscles in his arms. He strode to the tree, inspecting its limbs and judging its lean. He took measured steps out to eighty feet, he drove a stake into the ground and tied a yellow cloth on it. Then he paced twenty feet more. “This tree is one hundred and six feet tall!” He proclaimed. Since he was standing with his back to a wood fence, he asked for help in disassembling it. It was quickly taken down and the posts were taken out of the ground. Everything was stacked and ready to be rebuilt.
He addressed the tree, double checking all of his calculations. Then he made some cursory cuts to mark where he would make his cuts. That done, he backed the crowd out of the area around the tree. Axe heads have been known to fly off the end of axe handles.
Spectators with a good view of the action would say later that the man had attacked the tree with his axe! But they didn’t know or understand the art of cutting a large tree down. Every stroke of Joe’s axe hit exactly where he wanted it to hit and took off a measure of wood almost exactly the same size each time. The only times he stopped were to sharpen the axe. He would do that every thirty five strokes on both edges.
First he would take two swallows of water. Then he would use the file to regain the angle he wanted of twenty five degrees. Then he used the whetstone to get rid of the file marks and put a very sharp, smooth edge on them. After two more swallows of water he went back at it.
Two hours later he had chopped the bird’s mouth out past the midway point or center of the tree. Six inches past the pith. Once again he looked the tree over and made some adjustments. Then he started cutting the other side, keeping the same stroke cadence as when he started, the same number on each side of the axe and then sharpening them. He did break for a light fifteen minute lunch.
The County Sheriff arrived and asked Joe if he could do anything. He asked him to clear some of the people away from certain areas, just in case he hits a rotten area in the tree or it had been stressed by a heavy wind years ago and caused a split inside the tree. He didn’t want to go to jail for manslaughter because an unseen and unknown something inside the tree caused it to fall prematurely and kill somebody.
The Sheriff Andy Coe did as Joe had asked and had gotten people off the barn roofs. When the Sheriff nodded, Joe went back to chopping. Now stopping to make sure his cut line into the tree was staying parallel to the edge in the back of the bird’s mouth. As he drew close to the desired width of the hinge, he stopped more often making adjustments as needed. He was just about there, he could hear the wood fibers breaking, just a little bit more. Three strokes later the sounds were coming closer together and the tree was leaning ever so slightly towards the direction he wanted it to go.
One more swing of his axe and he yelled “TIMBER!!!”
The crowd watched in awe as the huge tree slowly at first began to lean more and more! Then once the center of gravity tipped past the trees continued ability to hold the tree upright any more it gained speed and hit the ground in a loud “THUUMP” directly on the stake with a yellow cloth on it. It shook the ground when it hit!
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