Chapter 1

4AM, and I crept over to the James farm. The dog barked a couple of times, then came over and gave me a happy snuffle as I quietly released the horse paddock gate.

9AM, and I gave Amy a call.

“That horse of yours got loose again, she’s in my oat field!” I admonished her.

“Again? She’s like Houdini! I’m real sorry Eddie. I have to get to school, can you look after her until this evening? I’ll make it up to you. You know?”

The last sentence made my heart rate increase, the extra going straight to my old pecker.

“Yeah, ok Amy.” I agreed cautiously. “I’ll expect you around four.”

She came walking up the drive that afternoon, not looking sorry at all.

“Say there, Amy; you’re looking nice today.” I said, trying to keep my eyeballs in place.

“Thanks, Eddie. Say, is that a new shirt? You didn’t get dressed up all on my account did you?”

She smiled at me with her big eyes and wide mouth, pushing past me into my house.

“I see you cleaned up the place.” She said, “I hope my critter didn’t eat too much of your oats.” She said as I stood close.

“Don’t worry about it.” I grunted as my eyes feasted on her wonderful young beauty.

She opened my belt and reached in for my 62 year old pecker.

She was a strong girl; healthy and bursting with all that young girl stuff, her short blond hair gleaming and her smile ripping me to pieces.

She sank to her knees to get to it, but I pushed her away.

“Not like that.” I told her, “This time I want more.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, looking up at me with my nasty throbbing cock in her nice hands.

“I want a little kissing and fondling first.” I told her.

She looked surprised; “Huh.” She remarked, and stood up again.

Her head was so cute and small in my hands, so pretty and young. She didn’t wear makeup, and didn’t need to.

I pulled her closer, real slow. She just stared at me with wide eyes, afraid of the kiss even though her hand was gripping my cock tightly.

She kept her mouth closed as our lips met. I let my hands run down her body, to her waistband, and I pulled up her tee shirt. She let me strip it, and I threw it to the side.

Her big breasts stood between us in a sensible bra. I reached behind to open it.

“Let’s have a look at what you got going here.” I said softly.

“I’m not sure about this Eddie.” She complained, still holding my cock.

“Holey shit!” I exclaimed when the bra came off.

“What?” she asked worriedly.

“I’ve seen some breasts, Amy; but you have the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?” she asked shyly, which was pretty funny because she still had her fingers strapped around my rock hard pecker.

“I swear, it’s true.” I said and set my hands on them for the first time.

She inhaled sharply, her eyes widening a little more and her grip tightening for a second as my rough hands held her smooth young mounds.

“Do you like that?” I asked her, “My hands on your tits?”

“It’s really weird.” She whispered, clearly excited. “I’m like, tingling all over from that.”

“Your nipples are all stiff.” I noted, pinching them a little.

I wanted to kiss her, hold her, slide my old body against her. Alright, I’ll just say it; I wanted to “make love”.

She just wanted to suck my dick.

She sank to her knees and set my erection between her perfect firm tits, grinning up at me.

“Don’t I get some more kissing first?” I asked.

“No!” she laughed, squeezing my rod between her breasts and lifting them up and down a little. “I only kiss my boyfriend.”

It was my turn to be surprised.

“I didn’t know you got a boyfriend.” I said, “Do you ... never mind.”

“No, I don’t.” She answered, looking up at me while rubbing my Johnson over her firm young bosom, “We did some kissing, that’s all.”

Amy was different. I suppose I should tell you how it started.

It was around a month earlier. The first time that damn horse got loose, it wasn’t intentional and I was really mad.

“I’m real sorry Eddie.” Amy said, “Don’t tell my dad, ok?”

Now that Amy, she was a pretty girl; she was used to getting whatever she wanted by hammering those big blue eyes at whoever was in her way.

But me, I’m a cantankerous old son of a bitch and not that easy.

“Well that old nag of yours ate and trampled $200 worth of oats!” I said.

Her eyes swiveled to the nag, then over towards me again. She looked nervous.

“I could make it up to you.” She said, sounding nervous too.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

She waved her hands around and shrugged. “You know.” She said.

“No, I don’t know. What do you mean?” I asked again, just as I figured out what she meant.

I wasn’t close with her family; we knew each other though. I’d seen her eyes on me when I stripped off my shirt, working over at the church. And I’d looked back at her too, just for a laugh, because she was just a 15 year old kid then. After that she always flirted with me when we saw each other, just teasing like teenage girls do with old guys who they know to be safe.

“I could like, um, service ... no, I mean, um...”

She pointed at my belt.

“Ok, ok, I get your drift.” I said, “Your dad would murder me.”

“I won’t tell!” she insisted.

I looked at her and she looked back.

“Shit, you really mean it.” I said.

“It’s like, well everyone does it, you know?” she mumbled, “I just want to try it.”

“Shit Amy! You mean to tell me you never did it before?”

“Not yet, but I want to.” She insisted. “And I don’t want anyone to tell about it after, so that means no boys my age.”

I know I should have just sent her home, and if I was a decent man I would have.

“Alright.” I said instead, “Let’s go in the house.”

I went in, through to the bedroom and stripped off my shirt. I waited for a minute, then I heard the screen door slap shut and I knew she’d come inside too.

She came to the bedroom door real slow; big eyes looking at my naked torso.

My face is creased and old, my hair thin and grey, but my body is what they call ‘ripped’ these days.

I just stood there, my cock swelling in my jeans just from the tension of the situation. I was half hoping she’d run away, and the other half hoping she’d really go through with it.

She crept forward with tiny half steps, until she was within arm’s reach. My hands wanted to grab the girl, throw her on my bed, rip her clothes off ... but I just stood there, because she was too young, and the neighbor girl too.

She stood still, clearly in two minds; then she took a step back.

“No, sorry Eddie; I can’t do this.” She turned and went out towards the front door.

“That’s ok, Amy.” I said, “I’ll just send Rick a note about the damage.”

She froze, one hand on my screen door. Then she turned around and pointed her blue eyes at me, and it might have worked too, but with the light behind her I couldn’t see them.

“No!” she insisted. “My dad said if there’s any more trouble with Ginger, he’d put her down!”

“Really? Why?”

“Ginger is really old, and last time she was sick the vet bill was $500.” Amy said.

“I tell you what;” I proposed, putting my hands behind my back, “I’m going to hold my hands together like this, see? And then I’m going to tell you exactly what to do. And if you satisfy me, and you know what I’m talking about; then I won’t say a word about any of what went on here today, in the house or in the oat field. And anytime you want to change your mind, you know where the door is.”

The girl’s big tits were heaving up and down, she was all afraid and so sweet. I was afraid too, this was bad even by my standards.

“Close the door and come on inside.” I said soft, like you do with spooked fillies.

The front door clicked shut.

“Come on now, get over here and put your hands on my chest. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Shit.” She said quietly. “Yeah, ok.”

Her hands came up and landed on my chest. We both stood still, she was looking up at me all wide eyed as her hands moved around a little, up on my shoulders and then to my biceps.

“Damn, you’re so strong!” she whispered.

“Damn, you’re so pretty.” I countered, as she dropped her hands to my belt.

“Hang on, take my boots off first.” I said, keeping my hands behind my back.

She got down on her knees and unlaced them then I stood on one leg while she took each boot off. Still on her knees, she opened my belt and my jeans, and pulled them down. My cock hung in front of her face, half hard as I stepped out of the last of my clothes. I was stark naked now, while Amy hadn’t removed a thing from herself.

She just looked at it for a little while, wide eyed.

“You’ve seen them before, though?” I asked.

“Only in videos.” She said; “I thought it would be bigger.”

“It’ll get a little bigger, but not like those video guys.” I told her as she opened her mouth and leaned forward.

“Go on.” I said.

I’m an army reserve captain; I practice telling young people what to do on weekends, so I was surprised that I sounded nervous.

“Put your hand on my penis.” I told her.

I looked into her eyes as her cool hand wrapped around my rod, and I was stiff as a gun barrel.

“It’s hot!” she laughed.

“You’re hot too.” I said, “Now kiss it.”

She looked at it and lifted her eyebrows in a silent question. I nodded the silent answer.

My old rod was throbbing in her young hand as she looked at it with a mixture of horror and curiosity.

“Are you afraid?” I asked softly.

“Yeah.” She admitted, “I don’t know why, I just am.”

“That’s alright, it’s normal to be afraid your first time. It’s primal; you saw the movies, you heard the talk, but this is for real. Try just brushing it against your cheek. That’s good, now against your lips. Just slid the tip around; good, real good Amy. Ok, now if you can, just bring your mouth over the end, like a kiss. Don’t close your eyes! You look at me while you do it. Yeah baby, that’s it, good. Now just a little more. You’re doing it now, my cock is in your mouth and it feels real good to me. Now I want you to suck it a little. Oh yeah, that’s great. Now slide your lips over the head and shaft. There you go, you’re really good. Ok, take a break. How did that feel? Do you like it?”

“Whoo!” the girl gasped, shaking her head as if her conflicting emotions would get thrown clear that way. “That’s crazy! Not what I expected at all!”

“How so?”

“I don’t know! It’s like it presses some button I never knew was there, it’s not like anything I ever felt before!”

“So you like it.” I concluded.

“I’m not sure yet.” She said, still on her knees with my hard cock in her hand. She went back to it, moving in and out this time, pushing it to the back of her throat for a moment.

The sensation on my cock was tremendous; her young face looking up at me as she sucked my old cock with fervor, and then pulling her face away with a gasp.