My daughter, Carly, loves horses and she talked us into letting her join 4H. The club had barn space during the county fair to show their horses. This entailed a lot of work by the kids and the parents. My ex-wife Helen and I found out just how much work the first year our daughter attended. Helen and I have been divorced for several years, but still remain amicable and when it comes to doing things like 4-H for our daughter, neither one of us mind at all.

During the four days of the fair, the kids were required to be on-site all the time. Each parent with a kid in the club would bring a trailer or camper or a tent to live in for the four nights they were there. Also each parent was assigned by the club leader to a supervisory duty. Unfortunately being voluntary, there were only the three leaders, Helen and I who showed up at the barns to work. That first year Helen and I got to be the daytime barn cleaning supervisors. We soon found out it wasn’t going to be an easy job. There’s nothing more frustrating than trying to get a group of teen girls to do chores.

After that first year I refused to do it a second time. My resolve lasted until my daughter gave me the old tearful ‘Daddy I love. Please can we?’ treatment. I love her and I’m a pushover for her tears and begging. Also as frustrating as the fair was there were compensations. Several of the girls and three of the mothers, Carol, Flora and Lydia, were extremely attractive.

Carol was the group leader. She was short, no more than 5’ tall and couldn’t have weighed more than 95 lbs. She wasn’t thin, just small in stature. She had a nice hourglass shape with a rather small waist, dark blonde hair, a really nice round ass and a pair of very nice ‘B’ cup tits. She had a habit of wearing loose shirts with no bra. If I happened to be in the right place at the right time as she worked in the barn I’d get a great view of those tits as she bent over.

Flora was a tall flaming redhead with wide hips and very large tits. They had to be ‘D’ cup and probably were double D’s. Of the three she was the outgoing one, the one who would push up against me every time she got a chance. The first year of the fair I had those huge tits of hers pushed into my back, my chest, my side and my arm more times than I could count. I loved every moment of it.

Lydia had black hair, a perfectly proportioned figure with ‘C’ cup tits and was the quiet shy one. I talked to her a few times the first year, but she didn’t say much. She always wore conservative clothes, which never gave me a chance to see any of her, or got close enough to make bodily contact like Flora.

As I said several of the girls were very attractive, but two were stunning. Emily, Carol’s daughter was a younger copy of her mother, but even smaller. At 16 she was no more than 4’ 6” tall, but like her mother well proportioned, round in the right places with a pair of small “B” cup breasts that looked huge on her diminutive frame. The other knockout was Lydia’s daughter, Sara. She had raven black hair, brown eyes, a sweet smile and at 16 the same perfectly proportioned figure as her mom.

All three of the women were very close friends and seemed to hang out together. And when we had some slow times at 4-H functions I noticed they would all three be talking to me. I didn’t think much of it, I just knew I got some glimpses of Carol’s tits and got Flora’s huge melons pushed against me during those times. I didn’t ever figure I’d be getting more than that.

The second year Helen informed me I would have to do the fair by myself because her mother was ill and she had to go take care of her. When I showed up for the planning meeting I wasn’t in a very good mood. Being group leader Carol must have realized I was close to quitting because she offered me the job of night barn watchman.

The night watchman’s job was the plum of the jobs in the club. After the fair closed at 10:00 PM, everyone would retire to their trailers for the night. All the night watchman had to do was sleep in the barn with the horses in case something came up. That meant privacy for the entire night.

I was very happy to have the job but being the pick of jobs, I wondered why it was being given to me. When I asked Carol, all she did was grin and tell me that I was too valuable to loose. I was also nervous with my daughter sleeping alone and made a comment to Carol about it. Carol said Carly could sleep in their trailer with her daughter Emily. With that issue resolved I gladly accepted the assignment.

I was looking forward to sleeping in the barn alone. I figured it would give me a place and time to relieve the pressure in my balls I knew I was going to have from watching the moms and girls during the day. The first year I ended up with a raging hard on most every day, with no way to relieve the pressure. Sleeping in a small trailer with my daughter a few feet away, I could never jack off for fear she might hear. The showers were communal so I could never do it there and I could never find a place and time to do it during the day, so I ended up with blue balls for three days.

Part of the night watchman’s job was to keep the work schedule up to date and if they felt like it, help out during the day. On the first day I checked the schedule, then began to help where I could. During the day I noticed that I was getting a lot more opportunities to see Carols tits then I did the year before. Also Flora must have hugged me and pressed those huge tits against me half a dozen times that day.

While I was enjoying the views of Carols tits and the massages from Flora’s I also noticed that Emily was being a lot more friendly. The year before she had acted pleasant but reserved and shy. Over the intervening year she had changed. In the evening after the gates closed and the crowds were gone, the girls would do clean up around the barn. Emily would wear tight halter tops with no bra and very tight short shorts. I found myself enthralled watching her and had a hell of a time prying my eyes away from that very sexy girl.

She caught me staring at her a couple of times. I thought she would be upset but instead when she caught me, she would just smile. Once she even turned and wiggled her ass at me. I asked Carly what had gotten into Emily. My daughter told me that Emily had been going steady with the captain of the football team and that she had begun acting like a slut. Carly said that she and her friends figured that Emily was having sex with her boyfriend.

After that all I could think about was how the boy she was going with must enjoy slamming her tight young pussy. I also knew I had to be careful and not let her think I was interested in doing the same. all I needed was to have one of the leaders thinking I was trying to get one of the girls in bed and all hell would break loose. I had to be very careful around her. As sexy as she was I really didn’t want to get caught even thinking about fucking her.

The barn had a large 12’ x 12’ door and a small regular door at each end. The large doors were both locked from the inside. The small doors both had dead bolts. The leader had the key in case something happened and the barn watchman was incapacitated. By the time 10:00 PM rolled around I was ready to lock the barn door and spend some time massaging my hard cock. I showered and reported to the barn. Lydia was there making last check.

As she started to step out of the barn, she turned, smiled and said,”Sleep tight. Pleasant dreams.”

I locked the dead bolt on the door and as I walked to my bunk wondered what that was about. I didn’t wonder long. I was way to horny. I needed relief. I laid down on my bunk and pulled out my cock. I slowly began to stroke it as I formed a mental image of Carols tits.

I imaged sliding my cock into her while I sucked on those firm tits as I stroked my hard rod. After a short time I switched to thinking about Flora’s huge globes wrapped around my balls as she sucked my cock. I was getting very close to cumming when I heard a knock on the door. I groaned and kept stroking, hoping I could cum before who ever was outside grew impatient. Unfortunately they were very insistent and knocked again a few seconds later.

I groaned, tucked my cock back into my shorts, then pulled on a large sweat shirt so it would hide the lump of my hard cock before I answered the door. I unlocked the dead bolt and pulled open the door to find Flora standing outside. She was dressed in a light summer dress pulled in at the waist with a belt, which caused her ample tits to look even bigger then they were. I could see those huge mounds wobble under the thin fabric of her dress as she moved. She didn’t have on a bra!

“You weren’t asleep were you?” she asked.

“No, no I was just laying in my bunk thinking,” I replied.

“Good. Can I come in? I need to talk to you about tomorrow’s schedule,” She said.

I groaned inwardly. My cock was throbbing wanting release and she wanted to talk about the schedule! Unfortunately I really couldn’t turn her down.

“Sure, come on in,” I said, thinking that looking at her dressed as she was and being so fucking close to cumming it may just make me cum in my pants. She stepped in and slid the door closed as I headed back toward my bunk. I heard a noise behind me and looked back just in time to see her lock the dead bolt.

I was a bit puzzled by her action but when she turned and saw me looking she smiled and said, “It’s fair policy to always keep the door locked during night hours.”

I nodded and a moment later she passed me, leading the way to my bunk. She sat down on the bunk and opened a notebook she carried. She had passed two chairs to get to the bunk and I wondered why she hadn’t used them. After a moment I mentally shrugged. All I wanted was to get the meeting over and have her leave so I could finish what I had started to do. I sat down next to her and we talked about the schedule for the next day. I took about ten minutes and we had it ready to post on the barn bulletin board.

As she closed her notebook she said, “You and Helen seem to have a good relationship for being divorced.”

“It’s not bad.” I replied, wondering why she had said that.

“Frank, my husband and I have been married for 18 years. Since you have such a good relationship now, did you and Helen have a good sex life when you were married?”

I was shocked at the direct way she asked the question. For a moment I considered not answering, then a mental image of all the times she had rubbed her tits against me filled my head and I wondered if she was trying to get me to make a move. I decided to play along and see what happened

“Actually, yes we did.” I said, then added,” And we still do but not as much as I’d like.”

I waited, wondering how she would react to my statement.

She turned with a smile on her lips, her eyes wide as they met mine,”You and Helen still have sex? Even after you got divorced? Really?”

I grinned and replied, “It’s not that we weren’t compatible in bed. The sex between us was always fantastic. We just couldn’t seem to live under the same roof. We both agreed we wouldn’t give up the sex unless one or the other of us finds another mate.”

“Really?” Flora replied, “That’s really unusual. Most divorced people hate each other. Frank and I have quite a bit of sex too. But like you, not as much as I’d like.”

I felt my cock jump as she spoke. I was certain she was giving me an opening.

I looked into her eyes, reached over and laid my hand on her thigh and said, “Well, perhaps we can help each other out?”

For a moment she didn’t react, then she looked down at my hand laying on her thigh.

She stared at it for a long moment, then looked back up, her eyes widened with a look of shock as she said,”You think ... You want me too ... have sex with you???”

For a moment I was confused. I was sure after all the times she had pushed against me, after her leading questions about sex, that she was trying to get me to make a move.

When I finally realized I had screwed up, I jerked my hand back and started to stammer, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I thought that you were ... well ... that you were wanting me to ... you know.”

Flora stood up and backed away a few steps saying,”Really? You thought I’d fuck you? I’m married for Christ sake! I’d never cheat on Frank!”

“I’m sorry!” I said as thoughts of what was going to happen when she told her husband filled my head, “I never would have done that except for all the signals you gave were telling me that you wanted me too!”

Flora stopped and looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, “Frank tells me that I do that. That I shouldn’t be so touchy, so straight forward. I thought he was full of crap. Did you really think I wanted you to proposition me?”

I realized I had a chance to talk my way out of the fire, so I said, “Yes. Stop and think, how many times have you pushed your breasts against me over the last two years? And what kind of effect do you think that has on a man? On me? Add that to the question about me and Helen having sex and your statement about not having as much sex as you want, what would you think if you were in my shoes? Have I ever been crude with you or any of the women or the girls? Have I ever given you an indication I was just waiting to get you alone so I could grope you? I don’t think I have. So why do you think I did it this time if I didn’t think I was invited to?”

Flora stood silent for several minutes, then said in a quiet voice, “Frank told me I was going to get myself in trouble one of these days doing that. He’s yelled at me more then once for being touchy with guys. And you’re right about the questions. Sometimes I’m clueless. Frank has yelled at me for being blind to that too.”

I could feel the panic start to recede as I realized she understood.

“So can we keep this between us?” I asked hopefully, “I promise I’ll never ever do that again. But I also need you to promise not to be rubbing against me.”

Flora smiled, then replied, “Ok. I promise. I’m sorry you misunderstood.”

With that she stepped out the door and was gone. I heard the door lock as I walked back to my bunk. I lay awake for several hours, wondering what tomorrow was going to be like. Even if she didn’t tell anyone, the relationship between her and I was going to be strained.

The next day I discovered just how good an actress Flora was. She got me alone first thing that morning and told me that we couldn’t let on that anything was different, other then she wasn’t going to be rubbing on me any more. True to her word, she didn’t let the tension between us show.

As the day progressed I relaxed realizing things were going to be ok. The one thing I did notice was I caught Lydia staring at me several times. When I caught her doing it, she would quickly turn away and pretend to be doing chores. I wondered if she had sensed the change or if Flora had let slip what had happened.

That evening I took a shower and flopped onto my bunk, exhausted from the tension of the day. Just as I was drifting off the sleep I heard a knock on the door. I got up and when I opened it found Lydia.

“Hi.” She said glancing around, “Carol wanted me to go over the tomorrow’s roster with you.”

I thought it odd since Carol and I had gone over it a few hours earlier.

As I opened the door to let her in I said, “Carol and I looked it over this afternoon.”

Lydia glanced around nervously then quickly stepped in the door as she replied,”There was ... some changes.”

Again I thought that odd, but figured it must have been something that came up at the last minute. I locked the door and turned to find Lydia looking at me, nervously licking her lips.

“You Ok?” I asked.

“Aw ... yeah ... I’m ... aw ... fine,” She said.

“Let’s find a seat so we can talk,” I said.

Just like Flora did the evening before she walked passed the chairs and a couple of hay bales (which were there as seats) and sat down on my bunk. Because of the happenings of the night before I was feeling cautious. I sat down on the bunk leaving as much space between us as I could.

The one thing I couldn’t do was take my eyes off her. Lydia always dressed in jeans, a large shirt and boots. This time she was dressed in a short sleeve, knee length, floral print summer dress, that accented her figure, and a pair of sandals. The dress had a row of seven large buttons down the front. It was v-necked, so the top button lay right between her breasts. And to top it off I could see the outline of her nipples pushing through the thin cotton material of her dress. She didn’t have on a bra!

I finally peeled my eyes from her chest and asked, “So what’s the changes?”.

“Aw ... well ... aw ... we wanted to take these two senior girls off the midday shift and put them on in the evening. They both know how to talk to people where the younger ones don’t.”

“Ok. I agree. Anything else?” I asked wondering why she had needed my approval for that.

“Well ... aw ... can I ... ask you something? Something personal?” She stammered.

It hit me then that Flora must have told her about the events of the evening before.

I got a bit pissed thinking that Flora had broken her promise and I sounded like it when I said, “Sure why not!”

“Well, if you don’t want me to I won’t,” She replied.

“That’s ok,” I answered, still pissed, and getting more so as I talked,”You want to know if it’s true, right? If I propositioned Flora? If I asked her to fuck? The answer is yes, I did! She rubbed those big old titties against me for two years! What was I suppose to think? I am really pissed she told someone about it though. She promised it would stay between her and I.”

There was several seconds of silence, then Lydia whispered, “She told me because she was having second thoughts.”

It took a moment before what Lydia had said sunk in, then I asked, “What do you mean, second thoughts?”

Again there was silence, then Lydia replied in her quiet whisper, “She said she needed to talk to someone about it. After she had time to think about what you said to her she realized she had been coming on to you. She was thinking about coming back over here and you know, doing it with you. She needed someone to talk her out of it. She really doesn’t want to cheat on Frank.”

I was stunned. I hadn’t been wrong! She had been teasing me all along!

“I appreciate you telling me that. I thought I was going crazy for a bit there,” I told her, then still being a little angry I added, “So she tells you about what happened and you decide to come over here dressed like that and get in on the tease?”

“Well ... no ... that’s ... that’s not why I came here,” She said, her whispered voice growing fainter.

“So why then?” I asked, puzzled but still angry.

“Charlie and I have been married 22 years,” She said a far way look in her eyes.

I had met Charlie once or twice. He was a short, fat, humorless little guy. I didn’t like him much nor could I understand why Lydia married him.

“I was a virgin when we got married,” She whispered, “I’ve never been with anyone but Charlie. I’ve always wondered what it’s like with another man.”

Alarm bells started going off in my head. Here I was in the same position I had been the night before. Was she giving me an opening, or was she just talking? I thought about it for a few moments, then decided the best course, the safest course of action was to clarify things, just come out and ask.

“Hang on,” I said holding my hand up to stop her, “I got myself in trouble last night because I mis-interpreted what was said. I don’t really want to be there again. I also don’t want to insult you, but I need to know, what’s going on here?”

Lydia sat still for a long time, then looked up and for the first time that evening locked eyes with me as she said,”I want ... I want you to make love to me.”

I was stunned. Of the three women I would have never guested that Lydia would be the one to ask for such a thing. But as it sunk in I could feel my cock begin to get hard at the thought of fucking this dark haired beauty.

I stared at her for a long time, then asked, “You’re sure? You’re very sure you want to do this? For my part I’d love to have a chance to fuck you.”

As I said “fuck” I could see her cheeks turn pink and her lips open slightly in surprise.

“Once we do this, there’s no going back. It can’t be undone. You know that right?”

Lydia nodded, her eyes still fastened to mine.

I slid over and put my finger under her chin, tilting her head up so my mouth could find her’s. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her’s. She sat stiff and non-responsive for a moment, then I felt her move toward me as she began to kiss me back.

I let my hand slide down to her breast and cupped it through the dress. I could feel her nipple against my palm. I used my thumb and fore finger to gently roll and squeeze it which brought a startled gasp from her, muffled by my mouth still crushed to her’s.

I pulled back and let my hand slide to the first button of her dress. I slowly began to unbutton it, one button at a time. Her eyes were fastened on my hand, watching as I slowly unbuttoned each button. As the last one came free I slowly pulled her dress open to reveal her bare breasts. They sagged just a slight bit and her nipples were erect and stood at least 3/8 of an inch tall.

I pulled her dress off her shoulders until it fell down her arms. She pulled her hand from the sleeves, leaving her in only her panties and sandals. I gently pushed her back onto the bed, slipped my fingers under the band of her panties and began to work them down off her hips. She raised her ass to make it easier and within a minute I dropped her panties to the floor. I quickly unbuckled her sandals and dropped them to the floor also. She now lay before me, totally naked. I trailed my hand from her ankle up the inside of her leg, letting my fingertips side over the black tangle of her bush.

I let my hand rest on her mound as I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. As I did a low moan escaped her. As I sucked her nipple I worked my finger into her bush until I felt the warm wetness of her slit. A moment later as my finger touched her clit she groaned and I felt her hips rise, her legs spread, an unmistakable invitation.

I moved my mouth to hers as I continued to rub her clit. As my lips touched hers I felt hers open. I slid my tongue into her mouth as my finger slid deeper into her slit. I kissed and fingered her for quite some time. As I did I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, until my fingers were coated with her juices.

I figured it was time to taste her, see how she responded to my tongue sliding up and down her slit, in and out of her hole, rubbing over her clit. I stood and with a few quick movements pulled off my clothes. When I was naked I climbed onto the bed between her spread legs.

“Are you going to ... get inside me now?” She asked, almost panting.

“Not yet,” I replied with a grin, “I’m not passing up the chance to eat your pussy.”

“You’re ... going to ... do what?” She asked a tone of shock in her voice.

“I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy and lick you,”I relied.

“I’ve never ... Charlie hasn’t ever...” She stammered.

I grinned as I realized she had never had a tongue in her pussy.

“Relax. You’ll love it,”I replied.

I leaned down as I spread her lips with my thumbs and slipped my tongue into her glistening slit. I licked upward until I found her clit, then gently sucked it into my mouth.

“Wha ... Oh ... oh ... oh ... m ... m ... my!” She groaned as I sucked her hard little nub.

I licked and fingered her pussy for the next 10 minutes. As I did her moans got louder and she pushed her hips up toward my mouth. I had two fingers buried to the knuckle inside her and was licking her clit when she let out a long high pitched squeal, then I felt her pussy pulsing accompanied by a warm wet feeling as her juices trickled down my hand.

That’s what I had waited for. Quickly I moved up, put my cock head against her slippery hole and shoved it to the root inside her warm pussy. I crushed my mouth to hers as I began to hammer my cock into her. She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck, her legs around my hips and kissing me hard. It didn’t take me long, several minutes and I was on the verge of cumming.

I pulled my mouth off hers and grunted,”I’m ... gunna cum ... you ... you ... want me to pull out?”

“NO!” She almost screamed,”NO PLEASE NO!”

I was so close then that I couldn’t have pulled out if I wanted to. A moment later my cock throbbed, blasting rope after rope of cum deep into Lydia’s warm pussy. When I was done I lay still, my cock buried inside her, enjoying the feel of her body.

After a few moments I felt her stir under me then she whispered, “It’s never been like that.”

“Like what?”

“So ... good!” She replied, pulling me down so my chest rested against her firm tits.

My cock was still hard, so after a few more minutes I began slowly sliding out, then back into her.

“You ... you want to do it again?” She asked in a startled whisper.

“My dear Lydia, I’ll do it any time, any where as many times as I can with you. I’ve got you in my bed. I’m not letting you out until I’m sated.”

“Oh God,” She groaned as I felt her hips rise to meet my strokes,”It ... it feels so good!”

An hour and a half later, after one more climax on my part and two on Lydia’s, she stood at the door ready to leave.

“I don’t know if we can or should ever do this again,” She said.

I pulled her to me, kissed her hard on the mouth, then said in a whisper, “I understand, but if you change your mind any time you want it, I’m ready and willing.”

A moment later she stepped out the door and walked away as if in a trance.

The next morning when I saw her in the barn she gave me a huge smile. We didn’t say anything to each other; we tried to interact like we always had done. I could tell that both Carol and Flora knew something was different with Lydia. But it appeared they didn’t know what it was either. Later that day I got Lydia alone in the tack room and pressed one of the spare barn door keys into her hand.

“In case you want to stop by tonight.” I told her.

To my delight she stared at the key for a short time, then slowly closed her hand over it and shoved it into her pocket. Just before closing time Lydia walked by me as I sat on a hay bale watching the girls work.

She stopped and said in a low voice, “Midnight. Sara will be asleep by then.”

I grinned and nodded as she walked on. That night after everyone had gone to their trailers, I sat on my bunk watching the clock, willing it to move faster. At 11:30 I heard a noise that sounded like a sob. I listened and heard it again. I walked slowly down the center isle, listening for the sound. As I got closer to Emily’s horse Alex’s stall the sound got louder. When I peeked into his stall I saw Emily sitting on the floor, her back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees, her body shivering each time she let out a sob.

“Emily?” I called gently as I entered the stall,”Are you OK?”

She didn’t answer so I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. She leaned against me and I could feel her body quivering as she sobbed.

After a short time she said between sobs,”He ... he ... told me I wasn’t any ... good. Tha ... that I was the worst ... fu ... fuck he’d ever had!”

“Who? Why? What happened?” I asked, confused by her statement.

“C ... Carl ... my ... my ... boy ... boyfriend!”She sobbed.

“Slow down, you lost me.” I said.

Over the next few minutes I got the story out of her in fits and starts. Carl, her jock boyfriend, had used her for sex, then dumped her telling her she was the worst fuck he had ever had. I let my eyes slide down over her petite body and I could see why he would want to fuck her. But I couldn’t understand why he had broken up with her like he did. He had been as cruel and nasty as he could when he dumped her.

“Here now,” I said holding her tight to me, “I’m sure you’re going to find someone else.”

“But ... but not if I am the worst fuck ever!” She howled.

“I wouldn’t believe that for a minute,” I replied, “Any guy would feel lucky to have sex with you. You’re one very sexy little girl.”

That seemed to calm her a bit. Her sobbing became less and I could feel her starting to relax.

“You ... you think I’m sexy?” She said, her sobs almost gone.

“Very,” I replied, then added, “But don’t you tell anyone. If your mom or one of the other leaders finds out I said that I’d be in a world of trouble.”.

“I ... won’t tell anyone. I promise,” She said.

We sat still for a moment then just as I was ready remove my arm she asked in a small voice, “You don’t think I’m the worse fuck ever?”

“I couldn’t say for sure, but I don’t believe that can be true.”

Suddenly I wondered how she had gotten into the stall.

“How did you get in here anyway?” I asked.

“I ... aw ... I hid in the stall before you locked up,” She replied.