Chapter 2

We had a few more encounters, pretty much the same but for the talking. Amy confided in me, and I liked that as much as the sex. Then it seemed to end.

Amy hadn’t come to my house again for a while; I was looking for the nag in my field twice a day until it was time to harvest.

I took Ruth from the post office out to dinner, and at the restaurant I saw Amy with the Jones boy.

Ruth told me she’d seen Amy around town with a few young fellas. We went back to her place and I spent the night. Ruth was good fun.

I kept thinking of Amy; even sleeping with Ruth didn’t get her out of my head. I followed the girl around sometimes, creeping around in the trees while she was sitting in the churchyard with her friends. Just to hear her laugh.

I saw her kissing the Greeves boy in the dark behind the general store. He had his hands where they shouldn’t have been, and she pushed him off after a while and told him he could ask her out, only he had to ask her dad for permission first.

I followed her at a distance as she walked home in the dark, light rain falling on us. She got to my drive and stopped there for a minute, looking at my dark house.

“Hey Amy.” I said as I approached. “Want to come in for a coffee or something?”

She was silent for a moment.

“Yeah, ok.” She agreed. She didn’t say anything about asking her dad first.

We went into the house and I turned the light on.

“You’re all wet.” I told her, “You ought to take those clothes off.”

“Said the spider to the fly!” she laughed.

“That closet there is full of my wife’s things.” I said, “Have a look.”

I changed my shirt too, and made coffee as the rain outside picked up.

“There’s some nice things here.” Amy called out from the bedroom.

“It’s all from way back.” I called back, “Some of that stuff is from before we even met.”

Amy came out in a transparent baby blue negligee that took the breath out of me as sure as a kick in the gut.

“What do you think?” she teased, before laughing and ducking back into my bedroom. My cock pulled me in after her, but she was squeezing her big breasts into an old sequined dress.

“Can I have this?” she asked excitedly.

“You can have all of it.” I told her.

“The shoes fit!” Amy exclaimed, slipping her feet into a pair of high heeled pumps.

“Shit Amy;” I said, “You look like one of those fancy city girls now.”

The dress was slightly small for her, barely covering her ass and her big breasts pushed up. It had open shoulders.

I brought the coffee into the bedroom and I stretched out on the bed and watched the schoolgirl sit at the makeup table and try cosmetics on her face, which didn’t go so well, and try on different clothes, which was a damn fine show.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Suspender belt.” I said, “You strap it around your hips and the little straps hold the stocking tops up. It goes with the patterned half bra and net stockings.”

“Like a prostitute!” Amy said excitedly.

I was about to tell her none of the prostitutes I knew ever wore that sort of thing but I kept quiet. After all, I could only afford cheap hookers, so what did I know?

The hot teenager strutted up and down in the high heels and fancy underwear, grinning at herself in the mirror.

“Those panties you’re wearing just don’t go with the rest of it.” I suggested.

“You’re right.” Amy said, and brazenly took them off. She faced me with her fine blond muff exposed, her face a mixture of surrender, defiance, and arousal.

I swung my feet to the floor and stood up. In the heels she was my height so we were eye to eye as I moved close. Slow, so as not to spook her.

I pulled my shirt off and got closer, until her nipples hit me in the chest. We just stared at each other like that, mouths an inch apart, her big tits the only point of contact.

She moved slightly, side to side, so her nipples scraped against me.

“Want a blowjob?” she asked breathlessly.

“No.” I told her, and leaned forward slightly so our lips almost touched.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Sex.” I told her, which was a lie.

I wanted more than that, I wanted all of her. I wanted to love her, own her, marry her, make babies with her. I knew I couldn’t have any of that, but sex seemed likely.

“What do you want?” I asked her.

Her clear young blue eyes were devouring me.

“I have a boyfriend now.” She informed me, while her breasts continued to tease mine.

“Then what do you want from me?” I pressed.

“I want your wife’s old clothes and makeup.” She said, which was also a lie.

She wanted more than that; she wanted sex.

She was used to me by then, she wasn’t afraid anymore.

I bent down and threaded my arms between her knees; I bent my elbows to place my hands on her muscular round ass. Then I stood, opening my chest, lifting the girl off the floor as her thighs swung onto my shoulders.

She laughed, her fingers in my grey hair and her muff in my face.

Amy was a solid girl. Tall and fit, a country girl. Only a strong man could do this.

I set her up onto the bureau, and with her knees hooked over my elbows, her pink vagina was wide open and easily accessible for my mouth.

I glanced up at her face. Excited, afraid, and accepting. Her hands slid around my head and face as I planted my lips on her tender young organ.

I’m a licker.

Once I get my face in there, I’ll just go to it, because I love it. The taste, the sensation, the moans.

Amy had sucked me off four times by then, but we’d barely kissed. I didn’t use my fingers at all, she came as I pounded her clit with my tongue.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, “Oh my God Eddie!”

Her long legs were flexing and waving around, her hands squeezing my head, her excited face crushing my mind as she had her orgasm.

I’m no superman in bed. My pecker is average at best and I don’t have a pretty face.

I’m strong though, so I lifted her again, one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, and stepped to the bed to set her down on it.

Shit; a big titted blond haired blue eyed teenager in fancy underwear was laying on my bed with her muscular legs spread wide.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my trousers. I was hard of course, and she smiled when she looked at it.

I got in bed and loomed above her. She took my pecker in her hand and stroked it as I kissed her, and for the first time she accepted the kiss. Her other hand stroked my face and we shared tongue too.

I wondered how far she’d gone with her alleged boyfriend? She seemed familiar with it all, but Amy was a strange girl, or she wouldn’t be in my bed at all.

My cock bounced between her thighs.

“I don’t know about that, Eddie.” She said, sliding to the side and closing her knees.

“Well now Amy;” I said carefully, sitting back on my heels and trying to remember what I’d intended to say when this moment came, “You told me you want to find yourself a fella to get yourself out of here, right?”

“Sure, but it aint gonna be you!” she laughed, which was good, because she was still lying on my bed naked.

“‘Course not, I’m a broke old farmer, but you can’t just run off with a man before you even know whether you like it or not, now can you? You got to know what it is you’re getting yourself into first.”

“Oh yeah, sure.” She said, “And that means you getting into me, right?”

“Right.” I said hopefully.

“Ok, but you’re gonna need a rubber on that if you want to go in there.” She told me.

I knew she was right about that, it’s the way these days. I had one handy, just in case.

“Better now?” I asked her.

“That’s just fine, Eddie.” She agreed, so I set my hard old implement against her fresh young pitch, and gave her a push. I slipped in there, and she looked a bit worried but not too much, so I put it in some more.

Damn, Rick and Helen’s little girl had a snatch like a bear trap. She seemed ok, my old cock inside her hard as a railroad spike, so I worked it in deeper, until my grey old pubic hair met her young yellow carpet.

She let out a little whoop, and put her hands on my biceps as I heaved in and out, slow at first.

“How does that feel, Amy?” I asked.

“It’s alright, Eddie.” She huffed, looking at my face. “I wish you weren’t so butt ugly!”

I had to stop while we both laughed, because she was right.

My old body heaved up and down between her smooth young legs, her tight wet cunt holding my hard cock as if it was perfectly right for an old man to fuck his teenage neighbor.

She moaned and ran her fingers over my shoulder blades, and I went a little harder.

She moaned a little louder, and I gave her all I could without popping my cork.

Tight ass, narrow waist, long legs, big tits, perfect skin. All that was good, but her smile was better. I went at her hard, until she turned a bit pink and gave out a nice little scream of orgasm.

She rolled us over and sat on top, moving her hips forward and back with those great udders of hers wobbling in my face.

I was set to lose my seed from that, I wanted to stop her but she was turning pink and starting to make them funny noises again what some girls make when they’re happy. So I let her carry on a little longer, until she was quiet. Then I pushed her onto her back again and took the rubber off, and put it in her mouth so she could harvest me, so to speak.

I held her pretty face in my hands and let rip, pumping my seed dawn her throat while she looked up at me unflinchingly with her big blue eyes.

“Mmmm, Mmmm!” she hummed as she swallowed and sucked in that way she had, as if she really liked doing it.

“Did you like that, Amy?” I asked her as we lay side by side afterwards.

“That was alright Eddie.” She said as she got out of bed. She took off the fancy underwear and slept in my bed naked.