Chapter 4

By the next morning, I was beginning to halfway believe it had all been a dream. Little tomboy Jill, who I'd watched grow up, and whose nubile teenage woman body I had violated, hadn't actually had an orgasm around my tongue, or milked my balls empty.

Yet, even after I'd brushed my teeth and used mouthwash, my mouth still seemed to have the lingering taste of young pussy in it. Even the next day my nostrils flared every once in a while, thinking they smelled that lovely fresh scent.

Standing in the wide doorway of my barn, I noticed a speeding dirt bike racing across the fields. The rider was the tomboy girl I'd been thinking about since yesterday. She saw me and sped straight towards where I was. I then remembered this was Saturday morning and there was no school today. I shook my head and again silently told myself, "Calm down, you can handle this!"

Skidding to stop just inches from me, the girl killed the noisy engine, giggled merrily, and said, "Hi, Bob. Can I talk to you for a few minutes? It's important."

In the next few seconds my subconscious mind made a visual inspection of the young bike-riding tomboy girl. She was wearing a denim colored shirt with the tails tied together under her breasts, which pushed the fabric out proudly. When had her breasts gotten so big? Gym shorts and tennis shoes without socks were her only other covering, except for the faded John Deere cap on her head. Her pony tail was captured by the adjusting band of the cap.

I began asking myself how come I hadn't noticed how much she'd grown up before now. I saw this fully clothed young woman, but my eyes were remembering the mostly naked teenager's body from yesterday! Without my permission, my cock sprang to attention inside my jeans.

"Okay," I said carefully. "Go ahead and talk, but please make it quick and then go on home. It's not that I don't like you. I do. But you're very tempting and I don't want to be tempted."

Jill's head lowered a bit. Now that she was here, she seemed hesitant to talk. "Bob," she whispered. "There's something I'm feeling 'guilty' about. I worried about it all night. I want to do the right thing."

Oh boy. Remorse had set in. She was sorry for what we'd done and she was probably going to tell her mother. Lynne would see to it that my daughter-molesting ass was sent straight to the county lockup.

"It's about yesterday," Jill explained.

"I know I shouldn't have done that," I moaned, interrupting her. "I lost control and I'm sorry and I promise it won't happen again."

"That's what I'm talking about," she said patiently. "I teased you, and that wasn't fair. Mom said that men don't have as much control as women do, and that a woman shouldn't usually tease a man."

"You told your mother?" My voice was weak and I felt like I needed to sit down.

"No." She peered at me closely. "She just told me that one time. I got curious about it and decided to tease you and see what it would feel like ... what would happen. The point is that I'm the one who should be saying I'm sorry, not you. I teased you and I'm sorry I made you lose control."

"Oh," I croaked. She wasn't going to tell after all.

"Yup," she said. "I thought about it all night. I'm definitely going to have to get me a boyfriend."

"You are?"

"Well sure," she said. "You said you won't do it again, and after feeling that I just HAVE to do it again. Knowing the way boys are I'm sure lots of them would like to suck my pussy like you did."

I had visions of some pimply faced youth crawling between her legs and it just about killed me. She deserved better than that.

"You could just go without," I suggested. "You know ... wait until you get to college and get some education under your belt and get a little more experience with men."

She shook her head. "Nope. I don't think so. I think sex must be like crack cocaine. It's instantly addictive. I had no idea how good I could feel. If I'd have known I'd have been having sex for years."

"But you can't let some boy paw you," I moaned.

"Why not? It's so much fun!" she beamed.

"Boys don't know shit about making a woman feel good," I said.

"Well, I suppose you're right," she said. She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess if they do it enough, though, they'll get better. Maybe I should get a different boy to suck my pussy every day, until I find one who's good at it, like you."

I cringed. I knew that any boy who got his mouth on her clitty would be trying to get his dick in her pussy too, and that sooner or later one of them would succeed. I couldn't stand the thought of that.

"That's a bad idea," I said. "All those guys will try to have sex with you."

"I know," she said, shrugging her shoulders again.

"You mean you're going to let them?" I croaked.

"Maybe," she said. "I don't know yet. But probably. All the girls I know let boys fuck them. I didn't understand it until yesterday, but thanks to your wonderful teaching I get it now." She grinned. "I mean I purely loved your tongue in my pussy, and they say that fucking feels even better."

Now she was making ME responsible for turning her into a slut. "You can't do this, Jill," I moaned.

"Bob, I can't just stop," she said patiently. "If felt too good. Anyway, I just wanted to apologize to you, and tell you I'm not mad. I learned a lot. You kind of changed my whole life I think. I have so much to look forward to." She flashed me a grin and turned away. She started for the bike and something in me snapped.

"Wait!" I said.

She turned and came back toward me. Her face was the perfect image of a young woman pausing for me to tell her why I wanted her to wait. Only later would I really understand she was just acting. She was a very good actress.

"Come here," I said. My mind was whirling. I'm not sure I was actually thinking things through. She came to stand right in front of me, those yellow-flecked brown eyes staring at me from under the bill of that faded hat.

Abruptly, my hand reached out and pulled the girl's upper body against my chest. Her arms encircled me. I cradled her in my muscular arms. She raised her face upwards, looked me in the eyes and the next thing I knew we were kissing.

Kiss her, I did. She kissed me, too. Warm, wet lips collided in a spark of forbidden passion. Teasing, tickling tongues dueled and played merry mouth-fucking games.

When we broke her impish eyes looked into mine. "You gonna make me feel good again so I don't have to go find some boy to do it?"

I was lost, and I knew it. But her voice gave her away, finally.

"You're teasing me again," I muttered.

"I know," she sighed, grinding the front of her shorts against the lump in my pants.

I led Jill into the barn. Just inside the doorway where there was muted light, there was a four-foot long bench which was about eighteen inches wide and about two feet tall. It was for people to sit on to put their boots on when they came out to ride their horses. I sat the girl down and told to sit with her legs astride it. I sat down astraddle behind her.

Jill made no objections as I untied and unbuttoned her blue shirt. She was braless under it and her chest arched as my hands covered her breasts and squeezed her soft titties. I desperately wanted my skin against hers and I abandoned her soft orbs long enough to get my own shirt off. She got rid of hers too. Then, with my naked chest pressed tightly against the smoothness of her back, I reached around to fondle her breasts and squeeze her nipples gently.