I own a remote piece of property in the Midwest, but not so far outside of town as to be unable to make an occasional run for groceries and spend time in the local bar. The locals were friendly and help me when things go wrong as they often do out in the woods.
My cabin is basic. It has running water and electricity but heating is with a wood stove. Some of my time is spent with a chainsaw cutting dead trees, then splitting the wood getting ready for winter. Being isolated and somewhat of a hermit, I found the bars in town to be a great place for conversation and companionship. In rural America, church and the tavern are the social centers in town.
I'm a city boy and a writer, so getting away to the country is the ideal place to collect my thoughts and create short story fiction. Country living is both relaxing and at times intimidating. After awhile, I learned to drive a tractor and do simple repair jobs at the cabin. There is a certain confidence I've gained from doing things for myself and being independent. At the age of thirty-eight, perhaps I'm finally growing up.
Oh yes, I am a bachelor. Being single is fine until I need the companionship of a woman. That's what I love best about the cabin. Let me explain.
A local farmer by the name of Jack spent as much time in the tavern as he did plowing the fields. I met him on several occasions at Dittmar's Bar and Grill. He bought me a beer. I bought him one. That kept on until closing hour late into the night.
Each time we meet, we get a little loud, and tell stories. Recently, he asked me if I knew any farmer's daughter stories. I said I didn't. He said he did and proceeded to tell me.
"Grant," he said, "there was this farmer with three kids, all girls. They were good girls helping in the fields, milking cows, and doing the chores that need to be done on the farm. Two of the girls married. The third was a kid, the youngest daughter. She was shy and never had a boyfriend. By the time she was eighteen, most people in town didn't even know she existed. Her name was Mandy, and she was a social recluse.
"But one day, a city slicker came to the farm asking for help with his car, a half mile down the road. He had a flat and was clueless about fixing it. But Mandy was the kind of girl a father would be proud of even if she was a boy. Mandy knew cars and tractors and combines, and she knew how to fix 'em. So it was Mandy who followed the stranger out to his car to put on the spare. She had it done in a quarter hour.
"The helpless man took out his wallet and pealed off two twenties thanking her for the help. Mandy had never actually held that much money at one time. She was so happy, Mandy uncharacteristically gave him a light peck on the cheek.
"Well that was all it took for the stranger to take hold of her and give her a real kiss. Of course that kind of kiss was new to her as was the feeling between her legs. You can see where this is going, don't you, Grant?"
"I think so. I'm guessing he fucked her in the car."
"Well, not in the car but out in the corn field. Mandy immediately understood what it felt like to be a woman of eighteen instead of a teenage girl. What made her even more excited was the man gave her fifty more dollars for her trouble. She now held a fortune. Mandy also realized that men liked her, and she liked what men could do for her."
"That's a good story, Jack, but why tell it to me?"
"To be honest, Grant, our tractor needs a major overhaul, and we don't have the money right now. So I need a loan."
"I don't see the connection. How much do you need, Jack?"
"Lots. Tractor repair doesn't come cheap these days. A hundred would help for starters."
"I want to help you out Jack, but with the way things are, I don't know that you will be able to pay it back."
"I guess you're right. I can't pay it back, but I can send Mandy over to your cabin."
"Mandy? You mean the shy Mandy in the story you just told me is your daughter?"
"Yes, she's my youngest daughter. Like I've said before, Mandy is always willing to help out. I know you'll like her, Grant. I'll bring her over tomorrow and pick her up the next day. How does that sound?"
Maybe I was drunk because I should have said no. I gave him a hundred, and we shook hands to close the deal.
Jack came by in his pickup and dropped his daughter off after dinner the next evening. I watched as she walked up to the cabin as Jack drove away. Jack's daughter was a petite girl, not more than five foot four. She wore denim bib overalls with nothing underneath. The straps partially covered her surprisingly well endowed tits. She had long straw-colored hair and a very pretty young face with no makeup. In a word, she was cute.
My heart was racing as I waited for her to knock on the door. My head was saying, don't do this, but it was too late. When I opened the door, she gave me a sweet smile and said, "Hi, I'm Mandy."
"Hello Mandy. Welcome to my little cabin. I'm Grant," then she stepped in the door as if it was home.
"Mr. Grant, daddy says you are a nice man and helped us pay for the tractor. He wanted me to thank you." With that, she unhooked the straps of her overalls letting the bib drop, revealing two perfectly developed breasts. "Daddy says I should stay with you tonight. Is that okay?"
I kept thinking, Oh wow, oh wow!. I hardly heard what she said as I stared at Mandy's gorgeous puffy nipples. My heart raced in double time imaging my next move which would be milking those teats. "Can I get you a drink?" I stammered.
"Yes, a Coke would be nice."
While she drank her coke, I had a beer and never took my eyes off her tits. We had little to say to each other. I asked her how old she was. She said nineteen, but that seemed a bit of an exaggeration. She looked so young. Mandy didn't look a day older than sixteen. The girl definitely didn't seem the type to work on farm machinery. On the other hand, Mandy didn't appear to be the kind of girl so willing and accommodating when it came to sex. I was soon to find that was thankfully wrong.
When our glasses were empty, I took her hand and led her to my bed in the back of the cabin. She undressed without a hint of embarrassment. Mandy only needed to remove her overalls and boots. She wore nothing else. I stripped down to my briefs.
"Do you always go to bed with your underwear on, Mr. Grant?" she asked. "I like to sleep naked."
She had made her point, and I pulled off my last piece of modesty.
We kissed. Mandy liked being kissed. I sucked her swollen nipples. She liked that even better. I went down on her pussy and fondled her clit with my lips and tongue. She liked that best, squealing like a piglet each time I found her erect button.
My cock was already rigid when she took me in her mouth. It was surprising that a girl of her age could be so good at sucking cock. I wasn't expecting such a terrific blow job from a shy teenager.
The valley between Mandy's tits welcomed my cock, and she pushed them together to give me an unbelievable tit fuck. "This is how Billy and Tom like me to milk them. They squirt it just like our cow Dilly."
Things were going well, but if I didn't get in her pussy soon, I'd explode before getting to the promise land. There was one very big worry that kept bothering me. Could I cum inside that young twat?
"Mandy," I asked, "are you on the pill?"
"What do you mean? What kind of pill? I take pills when I have a headache."
"I mean birth control pills."
"What are they for, Mr. Grant? Do you take them?"
"No Mandy. They are for girls like you so you don't get pregnant. When did you last have your period, Mandy?"
"You mean my bloody time?"
"Yes."
"It finished two days ago. Why?"
"It's better you don't know," I said.
That conversation had relaxed my dick which turned out to be a good thing. I was no longer edging and was in need of more oral stimulation. Mandy seemed to have a sixth sense in these matters and took me in her mouth again until I was rock hard.
She just laid on her back with her legs spread apart when I penetrated her for the first time. She was tight, warm and wet. She hardly made a sound when I banged her harder and harder until I finished inside Mandy's youthful cunt with torrent of cum. She said nothing when I pulled out. I don't even think she had an orgasm that first time. She was there just as a payback for the tractor.
We both fell asleep until morning. Her warm naked body next to mine got my juices flowing again. I was ready for a sunrise fuck if my hard-on was any indication. I turned her over on all fours and wrapped my hands around her heavenly breasts. Mandy understood what I was aiming for before breakfast.
"Do people do it in the morning?"
"Yes, Mandy. People have sex at all hours of the day. You'll enjoy getting the day started this way."
She hardly moved when I entered her from behind.
I lasted a lot longer this time. Mandy seemed to respond to our fucking as if something pleasured her. This time she even let out moans and cried, "Ahh, ooh, ahh. I like that."
My second load wasn't nearly as prodigious as before, but it was equally satisfying.
"You know, Mr. Grant." she told me, "this was even better than last night. It made me all tingly inside."
I was starving after our early morning exercise and had Mandy help with the breakfast. She didn't seem to have spent much time in the kitchen, preferring to talk about herself for the first time. She couldn't stop talking and talking.
At first, she told me she had never had sex in the morning. She said it reminded of her of their farm dogs when the bitch was in heat. Mandy said she really liked it, and wanted to do it again, if I didn't mind.
"Of course I don't mind, but I need a little time to get my strength back. After breakfast would be a good time," I said. I complimented her on how she gave blow jobs. "You do it really good, Mandy. Where did you learn to suck cock like that?"
"It was a lucky mistake, Mr. Grant. I was in the hay barn on a Saturday afternoon doing some chores when I heard noises in the loft. I climbed the ladder to see where it was coming from. My sister, Gloria, was nearly naked with a man I thought was her husband. She had her lips and tongue on his private parts. You know, like I did with you.
"I watched. I couldn't imagine a thingy that long and hard except for our bull on the farm. It looked like she was swallowing him whole because all of a sudden his long wiener disappeared in her mouth. She did that for awhile, you know, her head bobbing up and down with him making faces and strange sounds.
"I kept out of sight but didn't stop watching. Then he rolled on top of her and put his thing between her legs. She began to make funny faces and kept whimpering like a dog. Her husband didn't stop for a long time until he was out of breath. Then I could see it wasn't Gloria's husband, Tom, she was with. It was my other sister, Marilyn's husband, Billy."
"So that's how you learned," I said without much conviction.
"It was a start because the next time Billy came to the farm, he took me in the hay barn and told me he knew I was watching him fuck Gloria. I pretended I hadn't seen them, but he could tell I was lying. He said I'd have to pay for being a snoop and unzipped his jeans. I thought it was funny, his thingy looking like a fat wiener sticking out of his pants. Only it was longer. He told me to milk him like calf suckles it's mother. Billy told me to be sure to swallow everything because it really makes a girl's tits grow bigger. I was only sixteen when I tasted a man's milk for the first time.
"I had no idea he had so much inside him. I barely could drink it all, but he said I was a really good girl. Then he got really really mean and slapped me. He said I better keep our little milking a secret or else.
"Of course, each time he was at the farm, he wanted to be milked again. I was okay with that because it really got me excited. One afternoon, Gloria's husband, Tom, caught us. He wanted to be milked too, so I sucked them both that day. And you know what, Grant? It worked. My tits grew twice as big that year!
"After awhile, Tom wasn't satisfied with me just doing it in my mouth. He wanted sex like I had seen Billy and Gloria do it. So at Easter that year, we went up to the loft and Tom showed me what he wanted. He took off my panties and pushed his fat wiener in between my legs just like Billy had done with Gloria. It just didn't seem the same like when they were doing it, but it made Tom happy. So Tom and I do it each time he is at the farm. Now I know why Gloria and Billy were moaning and groaning, only sometimes I shout when it really feels good inside me. Do you think it's okay to shout, Mr. Grant?"
"Yes, Mandy. It's okay to shout if it feels good."
"Billy found out what Tom and I were doing, and he said he was jealous. He wanted to do me between my legs too. So when Billy and I get together, we do it that way. I like Billy because he's thicker and can do me for a long time before he's done. Billy even told me it wasn't milk that he puts inside me. He said it's called cum that makes babies. I really didn't understand at first but now I do. Our favorite place is on the tractor when he helps daddy plow."
"So your dad's story of repairing a stranger's tire wasn't true," I said.
"Oh no, it's true. It's just that daddy doesn't know about Billy and Tom."
After our conversation, I was ready to go another round with Mandy, but her dad was honking in his pickup waiting to take Mandy home. I thanked her and gave her a fifty dollar tip saying, "This is for you, not the tractor."
During my next year at the cabin, I made a couple of loans to the tractor fund. Mandy and I found pleasure at the cabin in different positions and places. We fucked in the shower, on the kitchen table, and my favorite, on the outside deck overlooking the lake. We fucked in the afternoon, at night and in the morning. Sometimes I wore a condom when she was in season but most times I went bareback. Oh yes, she got really good at deep throat!