It was great, being eighteen, especially knowing that next Thursday I'd be nineteen.
Today was Saturday, and Aunt Clara was doing her weekly shopping. Uncle Harold was talking with the other farmers in town.
School had been out two weeks, and I was visiting the relatives as my father had promised at Christmas.
In January, mother died of a heart attack. Not even she had any idea she had a bad heart. Dad took it hard and, being an only child, it really sent me spinning.
Two days after school was out, he asked if I still wanted to visit Arkansas with Uncle Harold and Aunt Clara. I had answered with hesitation because I felt that should stay and help him out with mother gone.
But I also love to go outdoors and climb around. The creeks are crystal clear and the water is cold. Out in the woods, with no one around, you can slip your clothes off and swim as naked as the day you came into the world. I love to swim nude, then lie in the sun to dry off.
So I had told Dad yes, I'd like to go if he was sure he'd be all right without me. Now I was in Arkansas and had been for three days, without a single walk or swim by myself.
"Sheila, aren't you going to town with Uncle Harold and me?"
"Aunt Clara, I'd much rather not. I'd really like to just stay here, or maybe go for a walk."
"Clara, let the child stay. Maybe she'd like to be by herself a little."
"Harold, it's not good for her to mope after her mother going like she did."
"Clara, let the girl stay. The quiet might do her some good. She is probably sick and tired of everyone making over her as the poor little girl who lost her mother."
"All right, honey! Come on, Harold. Let's get going so we'll be back before dark."
I watched as they got in the blue Chevrolet pickup and pulled down the lane to the road three quarters of a wile away. Then I ran to my room and grabbed a light quilt blanket to throw on the pound after swimming.
There was a pool a half mile back in the woods. It was thirty feet deep, but you could count every pebble on its floor. It was also surrounded by thick foliage and pine trees.
It didn't take long getting there and the hot, noon sun made it a good idea to go swimming. I spread the blanket on the tall, thick grass, making a soft place to lie and laze in the sun. Then, carefully, I slipped my clothes off and folded them so they wouldn't be a mess when I slipped back into them. Then I took my bra off and dropped it to the ground. Hooking my thumbs into the elastic of my panties, I slid the panties off. I dropped them on top of my other things. For a minute, I stood looking at my breasts. The nipples were standing out hard like little buttons. Being alone, I saw no reason not to admire my girlish attributes. I often did at home in front of a mirror when I knew I was alone.
I have perfect tits, a five foot, two inch frame, and I weigh only one hundred and five pounds. My hair is golden blonde, I have sky blue eyes, a turned up nose, full lips, and a small round chin. The rest of my body is well-shaped too; good legs, small ankles and feet, I'm not a tomboy either; I just like walking in the woods and swimming here.
I walked to the edge and drove in. The chill of the water took my breath away, then the shock was over and I thrashed about and frolicked freely. My strokes were long, and I enjoyed using all my muscles – swimming hard and fast, then rolling onto my back and stroking slow and easy while regaining my wind. When I began to tire, I swam toward my clothes and walked out when the water was shallow enough and lay down, rolling on [missing text].
I walked to the blanket to my back. Eyes closed, I enjoyed the sun's warmth on my skin. It felt so good that my nipples were getting hard again. I let my hands stray to my breasts and began playing with the hard buttons, spreading another kind of warmth through me. I'd learned when I was very young how to feel myself and cause the wildly-pleasing sensations that would race through my body until they'd explode in my pussy, nearly driving me insane. Every night I'd finger myself and have visions of being fucked like the other girls at school.
Oh, sure I know all the nasty words for sex, how could I help it with the girls at school talking about sex, and they'd got down with Hank or whoever they were going steady with? Then there was Carrie, bragging about fucking the whole A-string of the football team, Susan talking about sucking Jim's tool, then him eating her out.
I hadn't been so lucky. When I'd tell the guy to quit, or I didn't do those things, sure enough, he'd quit and take me home. The closest I came was the night Tommy came over. Mom and Dad had gone to a movie. I got off again and again, barely stifling my excitement. Tommy thought I was scared and crying, so he quit. I was ready to reach into his pants and get his cock out, I was so turned on, but my parents arrived. Tommy lit out the front door, and I headed for my room so they wouldn't see my hair and clothes in such a mess. For some reason, Tommy didn't come back any more or ask me out.
Yes, I knew how to finger myself, even if I had never been fucked.
Playing with my nipples, I began to get warm and wet between my legs. I let one hand stray down to the soft hairs around my cunt. My mind went to the night with Tommy and my fingers slid to the wet crevice as I parted my legs to accommodate my hand.
The wet, hot warmth was too much, and my clit was rock hard. My hips twitched as my finger touched it and the muscles in my thighs jerked with pleasure. Planting my feet on the ground, I arched my hips into the probing of my fingers, the velvet feel of the slick skin from my juices urging my fingers into the hot cavity of my pussy. I could only get them in so far, then an obstruction would halt the search into the core of my sex.
I loved pushing my fingers into the wet hotness and my hole could take two very easily, my forefinger and index finger. I'd saw them in and out as I'd daydream of a hard, throbbing boy's cock pistoning into me. The wild sensations of a climax would wash over me again and again, making me gasp and nearly scream out at the pleasure. It always satisfied me until the next time. Yet, I wanted to feel a boy's dick pushing into me.
My hips were gyrating to my finger's skillful manipulation of my clit and working into my wet gushy hole. I was rapidly reaching a climax, and for once, with no one around, I was riding my emotions, letting the little animal sounds of pleasure come out instead of holding them back to keep anyone from hearing them. In the freedom of being alone, I let my pent-up emotions run wild as the first showers of my climaxing washed over me. The explosions came one after the other, each a little harder than the last, then I lay still, trying to catch my breath and letting the tenseness of my muscles relax. This is when it feels good, the afterglow – that rosy feeling. I couldn't help thinking that if just my finger made me feel this way, what would it feel like to have a boy's dick in me, flooding me with his hot fluid at the same time I was coming!
The night Tommy had me so hot my panties had been glued to my bottom, I had fingered myself several times during the night, awaking from my dreams to find my fingers digging into my wetness and rubbing my rock-hard clit. Once, I woke up rubbing my pelvis into the mattress.
After lying there until I was dry, I decided to slip my clothes on and return to the house. Getting myself together didn't take long. Folding the blanket, I tucked it under my arm and headed back. When I reached Uncle Harold's and Aunt Clara's house, I went to my room and stretched out on the bed. That's when I noticed someone was baling hay over in the big field.
I decided to walk over and watch. I crossed the creek by walking a log and, as I approached the fence, three boys my age or just a little older waved at me. I waved back and leaned against the fencepost to watch.
Their shirts were off and their bodies dark tan. There were streaks running down where the sweat trickled down through the dirt. I felt myself getting wet between my legs and my nipples getting hard as I watched their muscles strain and bulge as they would toss the bales of hay on the wagon they were loading. I was rubbing my legs together and it was spreading that warm feeling through me slowly, so slowly I hadn't realized it until I was really hot.
I was gnawing at my lip and working myself into sexual agitation. I was glad they were out in the field, because I was sure one look at me would have given me away. I really was so hot I couldn't hold still, so I forced myself to stop. Even then I could feel my panties were soaked with my juices.
It was dusk and I noticed the tractor drivers were taking the last loads out of the fields. I also noticed the three boys were headed my direction and a sudden fear went through me, a premonition. I turned and began heading towards home. My aunt and uncle should be home now and it'd be safe.
Glancing back, I saw they had quickened their pace once over the fence. I began to run, feeling a panic welling up in me. They were running, too. One ran past me to the log to cut me off.
"Say, girlie. What's your rush? You been a watchin' us workin' all evening powerful strong. So why you want to ran away now for? Especially when we're a fixin' to have some fun?"
It was the older and biggest of the three doing the talking; the other two just seemed to follow him.
"I have to get home. My aunt and uncle will be wondering where I am."
"You got some right pretty tits there for a girl your size. I like good tits on a girl. Why don't you take that blouse of yourn off and give us a look at you? I seen how you was a lookin' at our muscles bulging. I'm fixin' to show you another muscle you'll like a lookin' at and a feelin'."
"Oh, please! Let me go! I won't tell and I do have to get home before they come looking for me."
"Shit! They probably don't know where you're at. Now you a goin' to take that there blouse off like I tole you, or am I goin' have to tear it off?"
"Oh, please! This is wrong and I've never done anything like it. Please, just let me go home."
"I don't think you understand at all. I'm going to teach you how and show you something good. Now get that blouse off!"
"Come on. Let's leave her alone and let her go."
"Shut the fuck up and get a hold of her!"
I started to run, but one of them grabbed me. Then the older boy stepped up and grabbed my hair, pulling back on it. With his other hand, he unbuttoned my blouse and finally tore the last two buttons off. Reaching in, he caught my bra and tore it away, exposing my breasts to his hungry eyes, the other two stood ogling my tits as I struggled with him and the one holding me. Then I broke free of the one holding my arm. I raked my nails across the big one's chest and his slap sent me reeling. He grabbed me and threw me to the ground. He pinned me, and we wrestled and thrashed about as I tried to break free from his strong, gripping hands.
I broke free momentarily and scrambled to get away. His hand caught my ankle and he hauled me back, as easy as he'd tossed the bales of hay around all day. My skirt had come up over my head as he dragged me to him. He caught my panties in his hand and tore them away.
"You motherfuckers get a hold of her legs and hold them apart or I'll tear your heads off."
I could feel him pulling his pants down as he struggled to hold both of my hands with one. The other two boys had, my legs apart and each leg felt like it was in a vise.
"Bitch. Hold still and this won't hurt. You'll even like it once my prick is buried in your hot cunt."
"Bastard!"
I spit into his face, then I felt his dick pushing against the lips of my pussy. I bit him as hard as I could on one arm.
"Damn you!"
His fist hit me on my chin and it felt like my head exploded. I wasn't out but I was still long enough for him to force the head of his dick into my opening.
Then he forced and crammed it in. I felt it reach my maidenhead. He exerted more force, then came the tearing. I screamed as loud as my lungs would let me because it felt like I was being split in two as each fraction of his cock drove, into my depths.
He lay still a moment, grunting after he got it all in me, then began to pump it in and out of me. The pain and burning in me made me grit my teeth and wish he would get it over with. Then I guess he came, as he jabbed hard into me three or four times, moaning. I felt something warm gushing into me but I was still hurting too much to care. He lay there on me for a few moments, then rolled off. It was then that I saw his big dick. It was still big as it was going soft.
The second one scrambled on top of me as the first one took his place holding my leg. I felt his hand between our bodies, trembling and fumbling with his cock into my wet, slick hole. I'd quit fighting, realizing it was useless. All I wanted was for them to get it over with and turn me loose.
I felt his dick sliding into me more easily than the first. His dick felt big in me, but not as big as the first one, and as he pumped it to me, I felt that familiar warmth spreading through me, through the pit of my stomach. But he was finished and getting off. He was a rabbit and I was glad of it because I knew my body would betray me. My nipples were hard as rocks.
It was getting dark as the third one took his pants off and crawled on top of me. His mouth found mine. I opened it, letting his tongue probe into my mouth, searching hungrily. I felt myself returning it as I forced myself to lie still. I wanted to put my arms around him, and pull him to me. His hands were feeling my nipples. I could feel his cock between my legs, throbbing and pulsing. I felt like it was burning into me and the heat of it was spreading through my body. It was harder to hold still now than it had been before with the second boy. His thigh muscles were trembling their message to me and my own were quivering with his.
I felt his hand go between our bodies down there and he took his throbbing cock and guided it to my waiting hole. I was on fire, waiting for his dick to enter and explore my depths. He raised his ass ever so slightly, just enough to center the head at my opening. I felt him ease the head in, then return his hand to my aching tit. As it slid in, I thought I'd lost my mind at how wonderful his pulsing tool felt, and a moan of pleasure burst from my lips.
"Oh, my God! Yes, yes. Fuck me!"
I was shocked to hear my own voice pleading these words. My arms were clinging to his back and round buttocks; my hips were arching into him – hunching and rotating. The other two had turned loose of my legs and I drew them up, planting my feet solidly on the ground so I could meet him stroke for stroke, I didn't even know that they had released my legs. All I could think of was impaling myself on every inch of his hard cock.
The burning heat was engulfing me as I pitched beneath him, throwing my pussy up at him with each powerful drive as he'd plunge that burning poker deep into my cunt. I was moaning and groaning in wild abandon, pleading with him to fill my pussy with his hot cum. I was like a wild animal beneath him, thrashing about, clawing his back, crying and whimpering, begging for his tool to fill me.
I felt my climax coming, and my body was no longer a thing I could control. Then it happened. I could feel his dick grow bigger and felt the first splashes of his cum spurt into me. It was like molten hot lava searing me to the center and core of my being. My mind went white hot as I felt my own unleashing at the center of my sexual core. It started inside my pussy, exploding outward as I felt my juices flowing to meet his, engulfing his hard dick. The muscles in my pussy were in spasms as they'd tighten around his staff, milking the hot liquid cum into me, every drop of it.
I climaxed again and again, each harder than the last, shaking me like a rag doll. Then I was still. I wanted more and as he got up from me, I felt the first one getting between my legs.
"You see, I told you that you'd like what we had."
"Yes. Just put it in me. I want it! I want it!"
I did and I grabbed it and guided it to my burning hole. This time it felt good, and I had a small climax as it was sinking into me. In moments, I was thrashing about and pitching to his cock as it pounded into me.
I was having a series of climaxes as his dick shot into me and I wanted him to hurry so I could fuck the other one again. Then he too was between my legs, driving his dick into me to the hilt. I loved the feel of his balls slapping against my ass each time he'd drive his rod into me, then the feel of it swelling as he came in me, making me squeal in sheer pleasure. I couldn't get enough of it, and I wanted the third guy in the worst way. It was fast and wild this time with him. I felt frenzied as I wrapped my legs around him. We came together again and again.
Then they were leaving.
"Wait, it's early yet. We have time to do it some more."
It was my voice pleading with them to fuck me again. I could hardly believe my ears.
"Naw, we got to get home and do our chores. Maybe some other time."
I felt hurt as I watched the three of them walk away, but I also knew I needed to get back to Uncle Harold's and Aunt Clara's before they got upset and thought I was lost or had run away from them.
They weren't home yet when I got there, so I ran upstairs and took a quick bath. In my room, I got some other clothes and brushed my hair. Sitting there brushing, I could still smell their sweat, and the different smell of each one of them. I could remember the sounds of each as they'd groaned in the throes of their coming. Each had his own sound.
My pussy was quite sore from the grinding workout they had given it. There was another kind of ache in my pussy between my legs, one of being empty and wanting to feel the warmth between them, something hard thrust into my sheath, filling it.
I heard the pick-up pulling in as I came back downstairs. I ran out and helped them bring the groceries in, then helped Aunt Clara get supper started.
"See, Clara. She was all right while we were gone. Matter of fact, must've done her some good. She how rosy her cheeks look. Well, I'll get the cows milked and fed and get on back because I'm mighty hungry and them vittles smell good."
After supper, I washed the dishes and put them away while Aunt Clara did some sewing and Uncle Harold read his paper. Then it was time for bed so we could get up in the morning and go to church.
I wasn't much for going because I felt like everyone in church would look at me and would know what I'd done.
I soon forgot those thoughts as I crawled between the sheets. Pulling my shorty nightgown up, I began exploring my breasts. The nipples went hard at the first touch and I caught my breath at the tingling sensation running from there to the core of my sex. I hadn't put the panties on, and now ran my fingers along my stomach muscles and traced them along the lines of my pubic hairs, then pulled and teased them lightly as the sexual warmth spread from my loins to the rest of me. Then I teased the pouting, puffy lips of my pussy. The moisture had seeped out onto the hairs along them. My fingers slid between them and the soft silky texture of my flesh sent a delicious feeling racing along my spine. Their dicks had felt the same softness as they had slid between my pussy lips and into my wetness.
I caught my breath again as I pushed my two fingers into my hole and began working them in and out, letting my thumb and heel of my hand rub my clit. Within a few short minutes, I had a climax that shook me to the center of my being. Then fell into a sound, deep sleep.