Chapter 1: Kammi Sees How It's Done

Kammi finished feeding the calves early and smiled. She was getting pretty good at this farm stuff. And it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. When her parents had announced they were going off to Tajikistan for the summer, to "help the natives" and that they were shipping her off to her sister's for the summer, she'd cried and screamed and thrown a tantrum, all to no avail. She'd wanted them to hire a nanny for her, and let her stay at home, even though she was fifteen and certainly didn't need a nanny. She'd figured she would be able to dominate the nanny and do whatever she wanted.

But that hadn't happened and she'd had to go to the farm. Her sister Lonnie had married a farmer - she actually ran off with him! - and had been a farmer herself ever since. Her husband had died in an accident three years after they eloped, but she had stayed on, actually making money at it.

Every year Lonnie invited her little sister Kammi to come out to the farm for the summer. Kammi knew that part of the invitation was to get Kammi in shape, part because Lonnie needed the help, and part was just for the companionship of a sister. What Kammi didn't know was there was another reason Lonnie kept inviting her there. That was because Lonnie hoped Kammi would decide to come live and work on the farm like she did.

And every year Kammi got better and better at farm work. She matured physically, gaining strength and knowledge about farm operations.

When she'd showed up this year Lonnie had realized just how much Kammi had matured. Suddenly she was a young woman, with thrusting breasts, nice rounded hips, a plump but hard bottom, and what looked like two feet of soft brown hair hanging down past her shoulders.

She'd sent Bob, the foreman to go pick Kammi up from the bus station. When he got back he came in and rolled his eyes.

"You'd better lock her up, Boss" he whispered. "Every hand we got is going to be trying to get a piece of her."

Lonnie wasn't shocked to hear that kind of language from her head man. That very head man had plowed her own furrow more than once when she needed some prick. She hadn't wanted to get into the 'dating scene' after her husband had died. For one thing she didn't have time. For another, all the good men were working their own spreads. She was picky about the men she hired, and one thing she looked at in a hand was whether she'd be willing to sleep with him. She didn't sleep with them all, of course, but she had to be willing to before she'd hire him.

That meant she hired every man on a probationary basis for six months. If, after that time he was happy, and she was still willing to sleep with him, he was offered a permanent place.

She didn't have a lot of turnover. She paid well and treated her men well. They worked hard for her. Once in a while they worked hard on her ... or it might be more proper to say in her.

"She grew up last year, huh?" said Lonnie.

Bob whistled and then grinned.

"Man, Lonnie, all I thought about all the way home was whether she was wearing panties or not."

Lonnie smiled. Lonnie never wore them, and Bob knew that.

"Okay, you ride herd on the boys for me, okay, Bob? I sure don't need to send her home with some cow poke's kid growing in her belly."

Lonnie had seen immediately what Bob was talking about when she saw her sister. Kammi just screamed adolescent fertility and virginal innocence. Lonnie sighed. She remembered being that age. There were ten years between them, Kammi having been an accident due to some sort of failed birth control. Lonnie determined to keep an eye on her for a few days. Most of the men already knew her from previous years, and would leave her alone out of respect for the boss lady. There were a couple of new hands, though and she'd have to have a quick word with them explaining that Kammi was off limits.

Then she'd taken Kammi to her room, dumped her luggage and put her to work feeding the calves. That job lasted an hour and a half, after which Kammi took it upon herself to clean out the stalls and do some light grooming. Before she knew it, it was suppertime.

At supper, all hands came to the house. There was a bunkhouse, and it had a kitchen, but Lonnie believed that she and her crew were family, so supper was eaten together. Everyone made an effort to be there too. There were jobs on the ranch that kept some men away, but not often. This night there were seven out of ten hands there for supper. They ranged in age from 18 to 45. Three of them had Masters Degrees of one kind or another. Two had GEDs. They all had different backgrounds and hobbies.

Every one of them was polite to Kammi, calling her "ma'am" until she demanded that they use her real name. Every one of them gazed on her with the same thought in mind. That thought was of Kammi, flat on her back, legs spread, breasts straining to be stroked and sucked, while their cocks dumped gallons and gallons of cum in her sweet teen pussy.

You could almost smell the testosterone around the table. Conversation was strained and Lonnie knew she was in trouble. They were like dogs around a female in heat.

She thought seriously for a few minutes about packing Kammi up and sending her home the next day. But she put those thoughts away. This was a problem, but that was all it was. She could figure something out. Give the boys a few days and they'd get over it.

When Lonnie went into the kitchen to get the pie for dessert, Bob went with her. She was facing the counter, about to pick up a pie when his hands slid beneath her armpits and he cupped her breasts. "I don't suppose I could pay you a visit later tonight?" he said, squeezing her melons.

"You're a lecherous old bastard" she snorted.

"I promise I won't think of her while we do it," he said solemnly.

She turned around and kissed her foreman and sometimes lover. "Liar" she said, but she smiled.

Four of the men wanted to go to town that night. That was strange, it being a Tuesday night. Most of the boys wanted sleep more than anything else unless they had a day off. Two more of the men volunteered to ride fence, looking for a 'possible break'. Both of those men knew girls from adjoining ranches and the line cabins were sometimes used by more than one family.

Lonnie marveled how little Kammi could upset the lives of so many big tough men. The amazing part of it was that the teen didn't even seem to notice she was doing it. She chatted and laughed during supper, talking to everybody at the table, telling stories about her High School friends and how silly they were, or about how hard it was to find a good pair of jeans at the Mall.

All the men hung on her every word, and she never tumbled to the fact that she was talking adolescent drivel, and hard-bitten cowboys were slack-jawed and spilling food on their shirts.

Most of the men just sat for a while after pie, which was also strange, since they didn't get up and get coffee. Lonnie finally realized they had tents in their pants and didn't want everybody else to see it. She laughed and felt a little thrill in her pussy. Bob would be a good lover tonight, that was for sure.

Everything would have turned out okay if the heating system in the old house had been designed differently. The ducts that led to Lonnie's room went on and ended at Kammi's bedroom. As such, noises in one bedroom were pretty easy to hear in the other as they traveled down the ducts.

That night, as Kammi lay almost asleep in her cute teddy nightgown, she heard voices. They sounded far away, but she recognized her sister's voice. She couldn't understand what the voices were saying. Curious, she got up and, following the noises, realized the voices were coming from a small rectangular hole in the floor. She knew that was where heat and air conditioning came into the room, but she hadn't expected to hear voices from there. She put her ear down to the opening and heard her sister talking to a man.

"My my my, she's really got you going" said her sister.

"I can't help it" said the low male voice. "She's just such a fox. She takes after you for sure Lonnie. Look, isn't this what you usually do to me?"

"Gee, Mr. big strong Cowboy" said her sister in a little girl voice. "Doesn't that hurt? All swollen up like that and everything? Gee Mr., I wish there was something I could do to help you, but I'm just a poor teenage virgin visiting my sister's farm. I wouldn't know what to do to help you."

Kammi frowned. Obviously her sister was referring to her. But what was the rest of it?

"Well, little girl, let me just show you a thing or two."

There was silence and then ... moaning, like they did on TV when there was supposed to be a ghost or something. Her sister's voice came again "Ohhhh Bob, you bastard ... why do you do this to me?" Then she moaned again and she said "Fuck! I'm on fire."

Kammi's interest peaked. She was getting conflicting signals. She knew now that the man was Bob, the foreman. but why was her sister calling him a Bastard? And what was all that about something being swollen up and hurting? Kammi wanted to know.

She decided to snoop.

As quietly as she could she left her room and went down the hall toward her sister's room. The door was closed and she was afraid to open it for fear of being caught. She kneeled down and peered into the old fashioned keyhole. She could see somebody ... their skin anyway ... maybe a shoulder?, and part of the bed. She heard her sister's voice through the door. "Ohhhhh shit Bob, you're killing me." But her sister didn't sound like she was afraid or unhappy.

Then Kammi remembered the closet.

It was a big closet that was sort of shared between the spare room and her sister's bedroom. It had a door going into each room and, if it wasn't full of stuff, you could actually go from one room to the other by crawling through it. But right now it was full of clothing, including some of hers.

She scampered back to her room and opened the closet door slowly. She had to dig her way through the packed clothing that was hanging from a rod, and then another one that was closer to her sister's room. Finally she got to the door that went to Lonnie's bedroom. It was closed, but the latch didn't work right and there was a crack of light all down the edge.

Kammi put her face to that crack.

At first she couldn't figure out what she was seeing. She was on the opposite side of the room from the keyhole she'd been peeking through before. She saw the other side of the bed, and she saw her sister lying back in the middle of the bed, but not long ways ... she was lying crossways, and her feet had to be off the bed and on the floor.

It was a strange way to lie in a bed, but that wasn't what got Kammi's interest. What got Kammi's interest was that her sister was naked!

And with Bob in the room?

Where was Bob?

Lonnie had her hands on her naked breasts, and from her vantage point all Kammi could see was the top of Lonnie's head and her hands, rubbing her breasts, and just a little bit of her brown pubic hair where her hips were on the edge of the bed.

Lonnie pinched both her nipples and pulled them up and away from her chest. Kammi winced, thinking that must hurt.

Then, to Kammi's amazement, what she had thought was Lonnie's pubic hair moved! The brown hair got bigger!

Kammi gasped as she realized it wasn't her sister's pussy hair at all! It was the top of somebody's head!

That head raised and she recognized Bob. Like a clap of thunder Kammi realized that Bob's face had been between her sister's legs, and that he was performing oral sex on her!

Kammi felt a rush of wet in her own pussy. This was very interesting.

She heard her sister say "Don't make me wait any more you big horny bastard" and she saw Lonnie's hands leave her breasts and grab onto his hair, pulling. As he stood up he had hold of her legs, and he lifted as she helped, until she was lying long ways in the bed. She pulled her knees up and let them flop outward. Kammi knew Bob could see every nook and cranny of her sister's pussy.

Then Kammi saw what was hanging between the foreman's legs.

It was long and dark and straight as an arrow. The tip was pinker than the rest, somehow. She saw his hand grab it and he pulled, like he was trying to stuff it back up inside his body. But what happened was that the pink tip got larger. There was skin covering it, and as he pulled, that skin went backwards, exposing the pink knob underneath it.

He started to climb on the bed between Lonnie's spread thighs. Kammi gasped again. She was going to get to see people actually fucking! She'd heard about it, read about it, dreamed about it, but never seen it. The flimsy panties of her baby doll nightgown turned dark as her pussy spritzed and got wet.

She pushed the door open a little more.

She held her breath as Bob brought that big thick thing closer to Lonnie's pussy. Kammi wished she could see better. She glanced down and saw a box on the floor by her feet. She put her foot on it. It had clothing inside it, packed tight. She thought it would take her weight. She tried stepping up on it a little. She darted her eyes back to the scene on the bed just in time to see Bob's penis disappear inside her sister.

Lonnie groaned, "Ohhhh fuck that feels good you horny old goat."

"Oh Yeah it does!" said the foreman. "It's been too long, sweet thing, since we did this." He pulled his cock out some and then slammed it back in.

Lonnie flopped her arms wide and said "Ohhh fuck!"

"Be patient, little girl" he said "I'm gonna."

Kammi stepped up on the box with her other foot. She was higher now, and she could see where Bob's cock disappeared into her sister's pussy. It looked sexy and Kammi slid her hand into her panties. She started rubbing her own pussy lips, like she did in the bathtub. She'd never had an orgasm yet, but she didn't know that, and she liked playing with her pussy while she dreamed about movie stars, and boys at school.

Lonnie reached up and pinched her nipples again, pulling on them hard.

"You're hard as steel tonight. That's Kammi's fault isn't it you horny old pervert?"

Kammi's breath caught at the sound of her name.

Bob sawed his penis in and out of Lonnie "Naw ... it's you boss ... I just love that tight pussy of yours."

"Liar!" panted Lonnie. "You've been stiff ever since you picked her up at the bus station, haven't you, you big ... uhhhh ... prick? You wish it was her cute little snatch your cock was buried in, don't you? You'd like to be flooding her poor unprotected pussy with baby batter right now, huh big boy? Admit it Bob!"

"Auuuggggh, " he groaned as he slammed forward into Lonnie's pussy.

"See?!" she yelled at him, lifting her heels and digging them into his buttocks as he strained forward, like he was trying to get even deeper in her than he already was. "See?!" she repeated "You're squirting already, you big liar!" Lonnie went on cooing at him "You've never cum in me that fast you big faker ... and you're squirting twice as much as you usually do. Admit it! You want to fuck poor Kammi's little pussy."

Kammi could not believe her ears. Her sister was saying crazy things. Bob was old enough to be her father. He'd never think of her that way.

"I admit it, " he groaned. I told you so this morning. I do wish it was her I was squirting in right now. Does that make you feel better, you hussy?"

His response caused several things to happen.

First, Lonnie pulled his head down for a long wet kiss as he finished filling up her pussy with his hot cream. She wasn't mad at him in the slightest. They had played this game before, but usually it was about some waitress, or maybe a cheerleader they'd seen at a High School game.

The more important result was that Kammi's pussy delivered up it's first ever orgasm.

It wasn't a big one, but it was enough to surprise Kammi. She lost her balance on the box, and, flailing wildly to grab something - anything - her body fell through the doorway and into her sister's bedroom. She landed on her butt, rolled sideways and ended up sitting with her legs spread and her arms back to keep her from falling back.

Both adults looked over to see a very scantily clad teen sitting on the floor, facing them. Her baby dolls did nothing to hide her naked body, having been designed, after all, to showcase her young titties and pussy. Bob groaned and shot another dollop of his man milk into Lonnie, who figured out in a heartbeat what her little sister had been doing behind that door.

Kammi was mortified at having been caught peeking.

"I'm sorry" she wailed. "I heard something and I wanted to see if you were okay, and then I saw ... and I..." she trailed off sobbing.

Lonnie pushed her panting lover off of her and bounced out of bed to get down and cradle her sister.

"Hey, it's okay, I know you were just curious."

"I thought he was killing you or something!" sobbed Kammi.

Lonnie knew better than to laugh. "Hey, it's just a game he and I play. You know, to have fun."

"B-b-b-but he said he wished it was me..." stuttered Kammi, looking over at Bob, who was now sitting on the side of the bed, his cock no longer stiff, but hanging down between his legs. It was still pretty big as far as Kammi was concerned. She looked down at her sister's crotch.

"Look!" she squealed.

Lonnie looked down. She was squatting to hold her sister and Bob's thick creamy stuff was dripping out of her in long strings. There was a small puddle of his cum on the floor.

"He wanted to squirt that in me!" Kammi squealed again.

Chapter 2: Kammi Studies How

Lonnie knew that things could go either way if she didn't handle this correctly. She didn't want Kammi getting scared of sex, or being afraid of the men on the ranch ... or screaming to mommy and daddy for that matter.

"Look, sweetie, just settle down and I think I can explain it to you. Okay? Nobody's going to hurt you, or make you do anything you don't want to do or anything like that, okay?" she hugged her sister. Kammi nodded and sniffled.

Lonnie stood up with Kammi and took her to an easy chair that was situated beside the bed. She sat Kammi in the chair and then she went to sit by Bob. She took a deep breath.

"First off, Bob and I like each other and we never, ever do anything that the other doesn't agree to. We like sex together. We also like to play little games with each other. When I call him an old fart or something like that while we're making love, I'm kidding. I know he likes me to do that."

"Why?" asked Kammi, looking at Bob. He looked at Lonnie and she nodded.

"Well, you see when she says I'm old, and I'm ... well I'm acting like a young man, it makes me actually feel younger."

"Oh!" said Kammi. That made sense.

Her sister went on.

"And sometimes, one of the games we play is to pretend that we are somebody else. Like we went to the State Championship football game, to watch some of the boys from around here play. And while we were at the game there was this one cheerleader who flirted with Bob and some of the other guys. Now they'd never think of trying to force themselves on that girl, but they had fantasies of what it might be like to ... to make love to her. Do you understand what I'm talking about so far?"

Again, Kammi nodded and her sister went on.

"So, after the game, a couple of the boys were so worked up about it that I played like I was that cheerleader."

Kammi's eyes got wide. "You let two of them do ... that?" she pointed at Bob's penis.

Lonnie blushed. "Well, actually it was three. But the point is, honey, that it's harmless. The boys got to have a fun fantasy, and I got to have some great sex, which I like very much, and everybody was happy."

Kammi thought about it for a minute. She looked at Bob. "So really, you don't want to have sex with me. I mean you don't really think I'm sexy, but if my sister pretends to be me she's sexy and you like to ... you know."

Bob opened his mouth but shut it again when Lonnie elbowed him in the ribs. "What the hell?" he yelped.

"What he meant to say, honey" said Lonnie, "is that he does find you attractive, and sexy, but he can't have sex with you, so he has to pretend that I'm you."

Kammi looked at Bob and said "Is that right? Do you want to have sex with me?"

Bob was moaning in his mind that he'd never understand women. He looked at the young girl, almost naked, looking delicious and fuckable. He looked at her sister, who he'd just filled with his cream.

Lonnie shrugged and said "May as well tell her the truth."

He sighed "Kammi, I've watched you grow from a leggy colt into a full blood mare. You're a beautiful sexy looking girl as far as I'm concerned. Me and any other man on this ranch would love to have sex with you. If we could," he added a little belatedly.

Kammi cocked an eyebrow and looked at her sister. "Why is it he can't have sex with me?"

"Well sweetie, you're a little young yet." said her sister.

"I'm almost as old as you were when you ran off with Roger." said Kammi, her chin beginning to jut out.

Lonnie recognized that she was in an argument she might not be able to win.

"Yes, dear, but Roger and I dated for a long time before we had sex. Are you telling me you want to have sex with Bob?"

Kammi opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She got red in the face and crossed her arms under her breasts. She didn't want to say "Yes" because he might just throw her down and jam that scary looking penis in her right then and there. She didn't want to say "No" because he was the first man to admit to her, like she was an adult, that she was sexy and desirable. She would love this man forever for that alone.

"I ... I ... I don't know!" she yelled and burst into tears again.

Lonnie got up and pulled Kammi out of the chair. She put her arms around her and comforted her. Eventually Kammi calmed down a little and Lonnie asked her "What did you feel like when you watched us?

Kammi could answer this question. "I felt all excited and jumpy and itchy."

"Did you think it looked ... disgusting?"

"Oh no!" sighed Kammi. It looked ... I don't' know ... exciting."

"How much did you see?" asked her sister.

"I saw him ... kissing you ... down there." Kammi blushed. "And then he got on top of you and he put it in and it made my ... my ... it made me all itchy between my legs."

"Did it make you feel like you wanted to try some of those things?" said the woman, holding her sister close an safe in an embrace.

"Yes!" said a startled Kammi. "But it's scary too. Does that make sense?"

"I know exactly how you feel" said Lonnie. "I felt that way the first time Roger touched me and a whole bunch of times since then. It's hard to make up your mind, isn't it honey?"

Kammi sniffed. "Yes. But you like it don't you? You said you did."

Lonnie sighed. "I love it Kammi, but I'm used to it and I know Bob respects me. The other men do too or I wouldn't let them touch me. I know they wouldn't do anything to hurt me and that they'd even stop if I told them to. That makes it less scary, honey."

Kammi turned to Bob. she darted one quick look at his oily looking penis. "You wouldn't hurt me either would you Bob? And wouldn't you stop if I asked you to?"

Bob was very conflicted. He hadn't been lying when he said he would fuck her if he could. And with this line of questioning, it made it sound like she wanted him to do just that. His cock stirred. He knew he should try to avoid getting into a bad situation, but if he answered the question honestly he might put himself in just that place.

He tried to sidestep the situation.

"Well, Kammi, the problem is that you're a virgin, right?"

She nodded.

"And like your sister said, she's used to it and all, and it hurts the first time. Lots of girls swear they'll never do it again after their first time."

Kammi looked at him with big dark eyes and then turned them on Lonnie. "Did it hurt you the first time?"

Lonnie, who had been as hot as Texas blacktop in July when she was deflowered, remembered a stab of pain, but that was all. And by the time she got finished with her first fuck she was committed to doing that as often as she was able to. She looked at her little sister. She saw a young woman, who was as curious as she had been, who was more developed than she had been. Maybe she was ready to try some things. She was at the right age, and she was sure to experiment with sex sooner or later.

"I remember some pain" she said. "But I don't think that's what your question was really about. Kammi, honey, are you trying to tell us you'd like to try some things? Maybe find out what some of this is like? And be able to stop whenever you wanted to?"

Kammi knew it was decision time.

"I think so," she said calmly, even though her stomach was full of butterflies. "Yes. Do you think that would be okay?"

She looked at her sister first, and then back at Bob, whose penis had continued to react to the young almost naked girl in front of him. When her eyes darted down to his cock this time they froze.

"Oh! Look!" she said.

Lonnie looked where Kammi was staring and almost laughed. Her eyes came up to his face. He looked guilty, probably because his cock was more than half hard, trying its best to stand up strong and tall again.

Kammi stood there trembling. She didn't know what to do now. Bob held out his hand.

"Come here, little darlin'" he said softly. "I'll help you learn how to feel good."

She stared at his penis as she took a step. It was almost hard now, and was sticking out from his body at a drunken angle.

Kammi took a hesitant step toward him, and then another. Despite his characterization of her as a 'full blood mare' she was like a young colt, curious about a cowboy, and wanting to sniff him, but poised for flight too.

The first thing Bob did was just hug her. Then he told her she was special, and that he had watched her grow up and become a beautiful young woman. He said he felt lucky to have been able to watch that. He slid his big rough hands all over her back and then cupped her butt through the flimsy panties of her nightie. He hugged her again, pulling her close to his naked body. He kissed her neck and she shivered. He kissed along her jaw until he got to the corner of her mouth and then pulled his face away from hers a little.

"I want to kiss you and touch you," he said.

"Ok" she said breathlessly.

Now his lips closed on hers. His were warm and pliant and whiskery in a way that she hadn't dreamed lips could be and it was a new and exciting thing to feel. She tried to make her own lips get soft and rubbery like his and jumped when his tongue slipped into her mouth. At the same time he slipped his hands inside her panties and cupped her soft jiggly teen butt. She felt a rush of heat and wet in her pussy and moaned.

Lonnie sat and watched as her little sister got introduced to... man ... maleness ... a potential sexual partner! That was the only way she could think of it. She didn't know if she liked this idea or not, but she did know that watching her lover fondle another woman was hard to watch.

She got an idea.

"Kammi, honey?" she said.

Kammi broke the kiss she was in and languidly turned her head toward her sister as Bob slipped his lips down to her throat and began nuzzling her there. Kammi's eyes were half closed and her mouth was slack as she looked at Lonnie.

Lonnie leaned closer, trying to get Kammi's attention. "Honey, can I ... play with Bob, while you do this?"

Kammi's response was a soft "Uh Huh."

Lonnie snaked her hand between them. Bob was still sitting on the bed and Kammi was standing between his legs. Lonnie grasped his erection, now complete, and began jacking it slowly.

Bob groaned and said "Yeah, baby, that feels nice."

He slid his hands up Kammi's back and around to the sides of her breasts. Sweeping her little baby doll bra aside like it was nothing, he let his thumbs slide up the bottom of her breasts and across both nipples.

Kammi jumped and said "Ohhh" as she felt a man's hands on her breasts for the first time. On their way back down, his wrists rotated and his whole hand slid over her breasts and she sighed again. All this time he was kissing her, licking her lips, sucking her lower lip and whispering to her that she was hot, and that she made him hot.

He said "Look at your sister's hand ... see what you did to me? ... you're making me so turned on baby."

Kammi stared at the prick her sister's hand was sliding up and down. Now that she could see it up close she could see that it wasn't smooth at all. It had all kinds of bumps and veins on it. It wasn't completely straight either. It had a bend in it. She thought about how he had pushed that big stiff thing in his sister and shivered.