OK, here's the deal. Dennis has been bugging my ass to fill in the gap at the end of my story, the part before I moved back and started the relationships that lead to the present day (2005).
That way everything is tied up and we can bring all our stories together (including our meeting with another future Literotica author. Talk about fucked-up coincidences!)
And oh, by the way, a warning... there is some male/male action in this story. If you don't like it, please move along. Thanks.
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Anyway, I was working in the bar after Dianne broke things off with me. I was too 'out there' sexually- meaning I was bisexual. It was okay for her to be bi- or even gay, but if I was, that was too much. Too fucking bad for her.
I got a job offer from a rancher who lived west of Denver and I took him up on it. I didn't have any experience working on a farm or anything, but he said it didn't matter as long as I had a good work ethic, and could drive a standard. I could drive a stick, and I had never been afraid of busting a sweat, so I was hired.
I lived alone in the bunkhouse and got to work. The bunkhouse was pretty good. There were nice showers and there was my choice of beds, since I was the only man working. The hours were long and I was dead tired most of the time, but the food was good, so everything evened out. They had a few horses to help with the cattle operation, but I wasn't wild about riding. I drove a lot of tractor and slung a lot of feed. I was there for about six weeks when things got weird.
I really liked Bonnie, Don's wife. She was a down-to-earth rural type, fresh faced and rosy cheeks. She was short and a few pounds overweight. (Must have been all her good cooking. But she was a laugh a minute and fun to be around. She reminded me of Joely, a girl that I had had my first foursome with, last semester at college.) Don, her husband, was a wiry dude, about my height, though skinnier.
They had one 18 year old daughter, Rebecca, who was an almost carbon copy of her mom. She had the same voluptuous curves as her mom, with one difference- she wasn't as shy about showing them off. It was late fall, but she wore skimpy stuff around the house. She'd wink at me when ever she caught my eye at the dinner table, or when she passed me in the barn. They had another son, Reg, who was nineteen and going to an agricultural college out of state. That's why Don needed the help.
We'd sit around the living room after supper and watch TV. Rebecca had a sort of steady boyfriend and other friends from school and so she wasn't always around. Bonnie and Don and I would watch TV and most nights about 10, Bonnie would slap Don's skinny thigh and say, "Well hun, time for Carson and a quickie." Then she'd laugh and Don would grin and they'd head off to their bedroom.
I'd head off to the bunkhouse to jerk off before I fell asleep.
It was winter, and Don had to go to town for a supply run, and since I had the hang of the operation, I was left in charge. Before supper, he apparently called and told his wife that one of the tractor parts he needed was late getting in and we was going to stay overnight. Besides, it looked like snow. Bonnie was her usual self through supper, though she confessed that she hated spending nights alone. I reminded her that Rebecca was here and she said that Rebecca was going to spend the night at a friend's place to study for a test. Sirens should have been going off in my head. But I was stupid.
We sat on the couch and watched TV when the inevitable happened. She turned to me with a glint in her eye and said, "How about Carson and a quickie?" I was totally lost for words. She started unbuttoning her flannel shirt. She took it off and dropped it beside her, smirking. She reached behind her to release her bra clasp. I gained my voice and said, what about her husband and she said, he knows. She asked if I wanted to see her tits- after all, she knew I'd been looking. She also knew that I had jerked of nearly every night when I went back to my room.
I asked how, and she said that a few weeks ago, she sent Don out to see what I was doing. She said he came back and said I was lying on the bunk, stroking myself- and that I had a nice sized pecker. When she said this, she popped the clasp and her bra fell in her lap. With one hand she tossed it away and with the other she reached over and cupped my cramped and aching cock and balls. Her tits drooped a bit (she was over 40, after all), but since I was so horny lately, they looked great to me.
She said that her husband didn't mind if she messed around with the hired help, as long as it was just sex, not anything serious. She swung a leg over me and sat on my lap and ground our denim-clad crotches together. Yeah, she was just like Joely- their body types were the same. Roly-poly Joely and Bonnie. Two peas in a pod.
Her nice, big tits were right in my face so I said what the fuck, and took one nipple into my mouth and sucked it for all I was worth. She hissed and arched her back and I used my hands to bring her two globes together and sucked both nipples almost at the same time. She moaned loudly and wrapped her hands in my hair to pull me closer. She was still humping the lump in my pants and after a while she cursed and got off me. She shucked her jeans and panties in a flash, and she was naked. She told me to stand up and when I did, she leaned back on the couch and started caressing her pussy. Get naked, she said. Let me see this nice, big cock that Don said was so great.
I slowly undressed, getting harder at the thought of this older woman getting off watching me. When my cock was finally in the open, she hissed and started frigging her cunt faster. Yes, she said, that's a nice one. She sat forward and grabbed my cock and brought me to the edge of the couch, and wrapped her soft lips over the tip. She started sucking, taking as much as she could into her mouth, moaning all the while.
I told her that I was going to cum and she leaned back and told me to jerk off all over her. Fine with me- I love that kind of thing! I grabbed my rod and started stroking. Soon it all came to the surface, and as she sat there rubbing her clit, I let fly with a load all over her. I leaned over her and supported my body with one hand on the back of the couch. That way I directed streams of cum onto her tits and her belly. She even leaned up and took the last few drops in her mouth. I collapsed beside her while she rubbed it into her skin. I looked over at her and she looked at me and smiled.
She asked how long it would take for me to recover and I said it depends. She said that she wanted to get fucked, but she wondered if I could do her a favor. I asked what it was, and she said quietly, nervously, that she wanted me to treat her nasty.
Nasty?
Like a whore, like a slut, like a tramp, she said.
Fine, I thought. If its games she wants, it'll be games she gets. I looked at her and said, if you wanna fuck again, you'd better suck my cock. It didn't look like that registered, so I sort of yelled, now bitch! She got this look in her eye and she cowered back into the couch. Not knowing if I was gonna get a kick in the balls, I said, come on you fucking slut, suck me off.
She got all flushed, but she got up and crouched in front of me and whispered, "Thank you." And she took my limp prick all the way down. It was weird, I wasn't into mistreating women at all, but I sure let Bonnie have it. I called her every filthy name in the book and she responded by giving me world class head. When I was good and hard, I asked if she wanted my cock in her, she looked up and said, yes, please. I told her to lie back on the rug and when she did, I got down and mounted her. No preamble, no nothing, I just stuck it into her dripping wet pussy and fucked her, still calling her names all the while.
She wrapped her legs around me and we fucked like animals in the middle of the floor for almost a half an hour. She had, what I found out later, several little orgasms, but she was building to one big one. When she came, it was all howling and writhing. Thank god there were no neighbors. She flopped flat out on the floor. It looked like she almost passed out. I was still hard ready to go, but she begged me stop, she was so sore. I told her, look bitch, I wanna cum again, so you'd better suck me off. She got to he knees and meekly shuffled over to where I sat, leaning against the couch. She looked at me reluctantly and bent to take my prick in her mouth. Her ass was in the air and I admired its meaty, substantial form.
She was good. I kept up the commentary, asking her if she liked the taste of her own pussy. She nodded, yes. I told her I was cumming and she was going to swallow everything like a good little whore and she nodded again, still sucking. When I came, she was moaning and sucking for all she was worth. When my balls were empty, she rolled off to the side, onto her back. She had two fingers jammed up her pussy. I told her to take them out and lick them dry. She hesitated and I said, now, you fucking whore. She obeyed immediately and brought them to her mouth. With her eyes closed she licked them cleaned, while pinching her nipples with her other hand.
I was about to give another command when all the sudden she jumped up and started gathering her clothes, telling me to do the same. She said thanks for the lovely evening, and for being a good sport. She explained that her husband got off on being humiliated like that and she just wanted to try it. She said thanks again and she was gone, her bedroom door closed behind her.
I just shook my head, got dressed and went out to the bunkhouse.
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Nothing much happened for a while. Things just carried on with us all working and Rebecca going to school. Christmas came and went and I stayed with the family. I met the son, Reg, and he was a nice enough guy. If he hadn't been giving off macho vibes like mad, I might have tried something. Then it was the New Year of 1985, and then into the spring. Although I had a chance for another round or two with Bonnie when Don and Rebecca were out of the house, they weren't all that frequent. But I didn't feel too bad about it. I had found a nice stash of porn left behind by past hired hands, and so I had something to occupy my evenings.
One Sunday morning I woke up in my single bunk, with someone sucking my cock. I panicked. What would happen if Don found Bonnie out here giving me head?
Oh, God, What if it was Don? I didn't have to worry. I opened my eyes and looked down the length of my naked body. It was Rebecca. It felt good, but I pushed her off and covered myself up. I asked what the fuck she was doing, and she said she was giving me a blow-job.
She said that she hadn't got anything from her boyfriend for a while and she needed it. She said her parents were at church and she had faked being sick so we had a few hours before she got back.
It's okay, she said, I won't tell anyone. She was wearing a flannel shirt that covered everything. She started unbuttoning it, smiling wickedly. It occurred to me that while she was doing that, she looked just like her mother had. One difference, her tits looked like they belonged on an 18-year old, and in spite of my misgivings, I let her crawl on top of me and shove them in my face.
