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Vacation on the Farm
by Buster (address withheld)

***

Marsha was going on a month long vacation, her first 
time to be alone without her parents. Even though the 
vacation would be at her Aunt Bea and Uncle Hal's farm, 
for a girl who lived in a large city, the prospect of 
doing something by herself had the 10 year-old girl 
excited. The summer time adventure would include 
something she hadn't even consider, but her 14 year-old 
cousin Dean looked forward to the arrival of Marsha, 
after all, now he would have someone to play with. Most 
likely not just kids games. (m-teen/g, youths, inc, 
1st)

***

The month of June had finally arrived and as it was 
1955, our school year ended in the last week of May. My 
mom and dad, Sue and Joe, were able to take a four week 
trip to Europe from the money mom got from her mother's 
estate. Grandma had passed away over Christmas, almost 
a year after my grandpa had died. So mom got her sister 
and brother-in-law, my Aunt Bea and Uncle Hal, to let 
me spend the time they would be gone with them.

Not only was I going to spend a month with my aunt and 
uncle, but I was going by bus from where we lived to 
where my aunt and uncle had their farm. They lived on a 
large farm with over a hundred beef cattle and they 
raised corn and wheat to feed the cattle.

At least twice a year we would visit them on the farm, 
only I rode in the car with my parents. Now I would 
travel alone and I felt so grown up as I sat in the 
front seat next to the window, which was in front of 
the steps you climbed to get on the bus. That way the 
driver could be sure I was ok and no one bothered me. 
Due to stopping several times in small towns and even 
along side the highway, the trip took over sex hours. 
To me it was pure delight, except for the old lady who 
sat next to me and talked and moved around in her side 
of the seat the total trip.

When the bus pulled up in the small town where Aunt Bea 
lived, I saw her and Uncle Hal waiting for me outside 
the bus station, which was really a drug store. 
Standing behind them about two feet was Dean, my cute 
cousin of fourteen. Having no siblings of my own and 
neither did Dean, we always thought and said we were 
brother and sister.

Stepping down from the bus, Aunt Bea hugged me and 
kissed me on the side of my face. Uncle Hal patted me 
on my head and said I looked all dressed up in the 
pretty pink and white dress mom had bought me to travel 
in, with new white and black oxford shoes. Dad had 
picked me out a pair of pink anklet socks that had 
little poodle dogs on them.

Driving to the farm, Dean and I sat in the back seat of 
Uncle Hal's Packard, and it seemed like a huge sofa on 
wheels to me, and that is how my dad described the car.

"So Marsha, do you want to help me move the cows from 
the field next to the barn to the one on the back side 
of the farm tomorrow?"

Boy, already I was feeling good as my cousin was 
including me in his work. Dean was so cute with his 
crew cut hair and even though I was just ten, my girl 
friends and I were always talking about some boy, and 
especially if we believed he was cute. The problem we 
had was that the boys changed about each time we 
considered one cute, another one was cuter.

I was seated in the corner of the back seat behind Aunt 
Bea, and had turned so I was leaning back on the seat. 
Moving as I had, I'd pulled my legs up onto the seat as 
I faced Dean. That he was able to look up my dress 
didn't come into my mind as I told him, "Sure, it will 
be fun to help my favorite brother move the cows."

As we drove the twenty or so minutes to the farm, I had 
not considered that a boy would find it interesting to 
look up my dress. This was in the fifty's, the age of 
innocence, and besides he was like a brother to me. 
After more talking between us, Dean winked at me and 
told me, "Tour really cute in your dress, and don't 
tell mom or dad, but your pink panties are also 
pretty."

"Your being silly Dean, but can you see my underwear," 
I asked in a whisper? Why I didn't get upset was he was 
like my brother and he had seen me in just my panties 
lots of times. We had slept together in a motel room 
last summer when my parents his all took vacation 
together. Sometimes when we were alone in our room and 
I would take a bath, he would be in the tub with me.

Now I wondered why he spoke of my panties being pretty? 
Another thing that struck me funny was why would he 
look up my dress? My life until now had no interplay 
about sex, ext my best friend and I would talk about 
wanting to kiss a boy, but we never had.

Once we were home, Dean took my bags to the room next 
to his and walked into the room with me. "Aren't we 
going to sleep together," I asked? "No, mom thinks I'm 
to big to sleep with you this year, but maybe if you 
ask her she will allow us to be in bed together."

I ran down stairs and found Aunt Bea in the kitchen 
checking on the pot roast she had left cooking when she 
went to the bus station after me. "Aunt Bea, can't Dean 
and I sleep together like we did last summer on 
vacation?"

"Honey, Dean is older now, and I don't believe it would 
be appropriate for the two of you to be in bed 
together, but ask your Uncle Hal what he thinks."

Running outside, I found Uncle Hal working in his 
garden. Looking him as he worked I thought he was so 
big a man, he was a lot bigger than my dad. "Uncle Hal, 
Aunt Bea said to ask you if it would be ok for Dean and 
me to sleep together like we did last year on 
vacation." 

He looked at me as if he didn't know exactly how to 
answer me, so I went on, "It was fun to talk at night 
with Dean and he is just like my brother, in fact we 
say were brother and sister. So is it ok if we share a 
room and I don't have to sleep alone? I thought we 
would share a room since I found out I was coming here; 
pretty please Uncle Hal, pretty please," I asked him?

"Suppose it would be ok if you two behave, you know 
what I mean don't you," Uncle Hal replied.

"We always behave, we are good kids and you are my 
favorite uncle in all the world," I told him as I 
hugged him before skipping off to tell Aunt Bea the 
good news. I did wonder what Uncle Hal meant about Dean 
and me behaving.

Back upstairs, I told Dean the good news and he became 
really excited about the two of us sleeping together. A 
few days later I would understand what Uncle Hal meant 
and why Dean became so excited. It also would explain 
what Aunt Bea was thinking when she had set up a 
separate room for me.

I unpacked my suitcase and then told Dean I would put 
on some shorts before I went with him to move the cows. 
Moving to the bed I sat down and untied my shoes and 
took them and my socks off. Standing up I pulled my 
dress up over my head and placed it on a hanger and 
hung it up with my other clothes. Now I was in front of 
Dean in just my slip, which I also pulled up over my 
head.

Looking at Dean, he was starring at me as I was in 
front of him in only my panties. For me, it was 
nothing, however I saw that Dean was starring at me 
very intently. Then he walked over to where I was and 
took my hand in his. "You're really pretty in just your 
panties, maybe we should be more like boyfriend-
girlfriend instead of brother and sister."

I giggled and squeezed his hand in a very innocent way. 
Dean being older, and had passed from puberty into a 
teenager, took my squeeze as acceptance. He moved his 
face and kissed me on the side of my mouth. Had I not 
moved my face to let him kiss me on the face like I was 
always getting, he would have kissed my lips, which he 
said was what he wanted to do. "Ok, but just once and 
you will be the first boy I've ever let kiss me."

When Dean leaned and kissed me, he wrapped his arms 
around me and I was against him. I simply stood still 
as his lips moved over mine. My friend Shirley and I 
had often wondered what a girl did when she was being 
kissed by a boy. Now it was a reality that brought me 
to do as Dean was doing, so I hugged him back. After a 
few moments we stopped kissing and when Dean pulled his 
hands from my back, I realized one of his hands was 
still on my butt.

Pulling away from him, I told him, "I'd better get 
dressed, but we really boy and girl friend, right? I 
mean we just kissed and I liked you doing it like we 
were."

We spent over two hours herding about fifty cows to the 
far pasture and once they were inside the gate to the 
field, Dean said to follow him. Walking to the far end 
of the field we came to a small creek with trees on 
each side of the water.

This is where I go swimming when it is hot and no one 
ever comes here but me. "Want to go swimming with me, 
Marsha?"

Looking at the water and feeling hot from walking and 
even running as we guided the cows from the one field 
to the other, I thought it would be fun to swim. "Dean, 
I can't swim with you as I don't have a suit to wear."

"Don't worry, no one will see us here and I don't have 
a suit either. Besides when I swim here I go naked."

After talking it over for a little while I decided to 
swim naked with Dean. When I undressed with my back to 
him, he came up behind me and hugged him. By now I was 
nude and I could feel Dean was also. He pulled me 
tightly against him and I felt something hard between 
us and it was pushed in the area between my hips.

"Golly Marsha, you feel so good to hug like this."

Turning around I started to tell Dean that I would race 
him into the water. That was when I saw his thing was 
sticking up from his body and seemed to be at least 
five inches long. When we slept together last year on 
vacation and even bathed together, his thing was 
smaller and hung down towards the ground. Looking at 
his thing, it was obvious that was what had stuck 
against my hips.

"Race you to the creek," I shouted out, running as fast 
as possibly and then jumped into the cool water. For 
about thirty minutes we played in the creek before we 
got out and sat on the ground until we were dry.

After a couple of minutes Dean was kissing me and it 
felt really great. Somehow we had lay down on the grass 
and he had moved on top of me as we kissed, I got kind 
of scarred and said we had better go home. What scarred 
me I wasn't certain of, but somehow it like a girl 
wasn't supposed to let a boy be on top of her, 
especially when they both were naked.

Back at the house, we drank some iced tea and played 
some cards. After dinner we watched TV and Tennessee 
Ernie Ford was on that night and I loved his show. 
Around ten, Aunt Bea said it was bed time. After 
undressing I walked to the bathroom and took a quick 
shower, then walked back to Dean's room where we going 
to sleep together with a towel wrapped around me.

Dean was setting at his desk and still was wearing his 
underwear. He watched me as I pulled the towel away 
from my body and stood nude before him. He rose from 
the chair and reached down and pulled his under shorts 
down. His thing was hanging down but still wasn't down 
as lo as it had been last year. Walking past me, he 
kissed my face and told me, "Be back soon as I take my 
shower."

He stopped at the doorway and before he opened it, 
asked me, Will not wear anything to bed and I won't 
either?"

Giggling, I said, "Like mom and dad, did you know they 
sleep naked together? Is that why you asked me to not 
wear my pj?"

Instead of answering me, Dean headed to the shower 
really fast. I watched as he did and found his hips 
were kind of round and cute. Even when we were swimming 
I hadn't noticed his hips. Later on when I was around 
eighteen or so, my memory of seeing Dean's hips that 
day came back to me as I was undressing with a boy I 
wanted to have sex with and I saw his hips as he 
undressed with his hips toward me. Chuck was a sixteen 
year old virgin and he was embarrassed to undress in 
front of me.

While Dean was bathing, I got under the sheet that we 
would cover up with. Dean came into the room and his 
thing was pointing up in the air. This fascinated me 
and I wondered why it got like that. Dean got into bed 
and we each lay on the edge of the bed.

Perhaps that was good because as we lay talking Aunt 
Bea opened the door and told us good night. "You kids 
turn the light and get to sleep. Sleep tight and don't 
let the bedbugs bite. Tomorrow is Saturday and Hal and 
I are going to a sale and we will eat breakfast on the 
way, so you can sleep in if you want, but make sure you 
check all the stock, ok Dean?"

Aunt Bea pulled the door shut and Dean and I whispered 
for a while and then we went to sleep. I awoke sometime 
in the night and I was cold so I snuggled up against 
Dean before going back to sleep. The next morning when 
I woke up, I was lying with my leg over Dean and could 
feel his thing was sticking out like before.

I wanted to touch him but knew that you weren't 
supposed to let any touch you or you touch them if they 
didn't want to be. Finally, As I started to go back to 
sleep, I felt Dean waking up and I pretended to be 
sleeping. Before long I could feel him move until his 
thing was against my thigh. Before long I could tell he 
was moving his hand up and down his thing as his hand 
would bump against my leg when he moved it on himself. 
Now it was becoming clear that Dean must be playing 
with himself as my friend Shirley and I giggled about 
boys doing with their thing.

Shirley said she saw her brother rubbing his thing once 
and he was like seventeen then. She had wanted to watch 
him do it again but never got the chance.

At this time in my life I wasn't masturbating and 
really didn't until a couple of years later.

Before long I felt Dean pushing against my leg really 
hard and then he made a weird sound and I felt my leg 
get all wet. No I thought, no I can't believe Dean just 
peed on me. I didn't know about boys ejaculating at 
that age and it did feel like pee as it ran onto my 
leg. My touristy got me to want to feel what Dean had 
got on me, but I still pretended to be asleep.

For another half hour, we lay in bed and then Dean 
leaned over and kissed me on my lips. "Wake up sleeping 
beauty, your Prince has arrived." With that, Dean moved 
over and lay on top of me and I could feel his thing 
between my legs. It felt wet but I didn't relate the 
wetness on me and on him in the same manner. After a 
while Dean started to rub between my legs and I asked 
him to stop, that he was scarring me.

Getting out of bed I looked down at the wet stuff on my 
thigh and then at Dean's thing. I could see that some 
of it was dripping from the end of his thing and 
somehow I know that it was what made babies in a woman. 
I was kind of scarred and wondered if I would have a 
baby with his stuff on me.

That was a moment that took me some ways past being a 
little girl and the start of being a woman. The 
realization of what Dean was squirting on my leg caused 
me to know he was a man, even if he was only fourteen. 
My first boyfriend, even if my first cousin, was able 
to squirt baby making stuff come from his thing. I 
couldn't wait to tell Shirley and knew if I wrote it in 
a letter her mom might read it and Dean and I would be 
in big trouble.

For the next two weeks nothing else happened between 
Dean and I, but he would rub against me in bed when he 
thought I was asleep. One night after about two weeks 
from when he got me wet, I woke up and Dean and I both 
were lying on top of the sheets. The light was still on 
as we had forgotten to turn it off before going to 
sleep.

A couple of nights before this, Aunt Bea had discovered 
we were sleeping nude together and told us, "You two be 
good if you not going to wear any clothing to bed." 
That was all she said, but I felt like she was about to 
have us sleep in separate beds after that. The morning 
after finding us nude together, Aunt Bea asked me if I 
knew how babies were born?

"Yeah, when the mommy and daddy are in love, they get 
close and being in love they get the woman pregnant and 
she has a baby."

"That is partly right Marsha, but I think you and I 
need to talk and perhaps you should sleep with a night 
dress or maybe in your own bed. Neither happened and to 
this day I've wondered why Aunt Bea changed her mind.

One Saturday after Aunt Bea and Uncle Hal had gone into 
town to a veteran's club he belonged to for a dinner 
and a dance afterwards. They left around four in the 
afternoon and once they had left, Dean asked me to help 
him move some hay around in the loft of the barn. For 
over an hour me moved bales from one side of the loft 
to the other. The next cutting of hair was going to be 
done on Monday and when they hauled it to the barn he 
and Uncle Hal could stack it in front of the others so 
they knew which was the first cutting.

After we were done, Dean said he was hot and guessed he 
would drive the tractor back to the swimming hole. Dean 
let me drive the tractor once we were in the fields and 
I couldn't anything. I felt really important and told 
him, "Dean, lets go back to the house and get my camera 
so you can take pictures of me driving the tractor to 
show my friends at home."

After we got my camera, Dean and I headed back to the 
creek. Once we got to the swimming hole he had me park 
the tractor under some trees which would shade the 
tractor and the seat wouldn't get hot. "Besides Marsha, 
this way no one can see we are swimming."

I undressed and didn't turn my back toward Dean as we 
were now so used to undressing when we went to bed it 
had become routine to be naked in front of each other. 
As Dean pulled his under shorts down, I saw he was 
really sticking out hard again, plus he seemed to have 
grown bigger in the past two weeks. If that was true or 
just my imagination I'm uncertain about his size 
increasing.

"Boy Marsha, you sure look cute when you're naked." 
Then he walked over and took my hand in his and we 
walked into the water together. Something was passing 
between us and I wondered what was happening as my body 
felt almost weightless and I seemed nervous.

Standing in the water, Dean put his arms around me and 
then started kissing my lips. Feeling his rub his lips 
on mine didn't prepare me when his tongue pushed 
between my lips and our tongues touched each others. A 
strange thrill passed down from my mouth to my toes, 
and seemed to settle in that strange area between my 
legs.

When we left the water I don't remember, but Dean had 
picked up a couple of towels while we were getting my 
camera. I don't remember if he or I spread them out on 
the ground. Even the memory of us laying down on them 
has never been returned to my mind as to how things 
progressed that afternoon in 1955.

We were kissing and rolling around on the towels, first 
I would be on top of Dean, then he laying prone on my 
body. The first time I felt that our relationship had 
went from kissing and holding hands was my being aware 
that Dean's thing was pushing against my thing between 
my ten-year-old legs.

An unknown warmth seemed to be located in the opening 
between my spread legs that Dean was laying amongst. I 
could feel him bumping his thing against mine. At that 
moment was when I first became aware that Dean had hair 
around his thing. Even though I had seen it when we 
were naked, it never made an impact on my mind. Now it 
seemed to tickle the insides of my thighs, but also the 
outside area of my female opening.

My arms wrapped around Dean and I hugged him to me 
really hard as his persona seemed to become a part of 
my own. Dean was kissing me and before long I felt his 
thing trying to enter the small hole at the bottom of 
my stomach. I wasn't in such lack of knowledge as to 
what we were doing when it hit me that we were about to 
have sex.

Instead I found a reason to not stop him. "Dean, should 
we do this?"

"Oh Marsha, I love you," Dean moaned out as if his 
breath was being sucked from his lungs as he spoke in 
all earnest to me, his girlfriend cousin.

Dean had worked his thing against mine and still hadn't 
gotten into me, which I knew he wanted to do. His hand 
reached between us and I felt him put it at the 
entrance of my hole. He moved it all around until the 
end fit into my tiny opening. Then he started pushing 
it back and forth until I felt a sharp pain stab me 
between my legs. It didn't hurt as much as it surprised 
me.

Little did I know that the pain I had just experienced 
was about to increase tremendously. Dean moved in and 
out of me a little at a time. Suddenly he stopped 
moving and kind of crying our, said, "Marsha, oh Marsha 
I love you, I'm doing it. Can you feel it coming?"

Then I felt Dean shudder and hold himself rigid against 
me. The wetness I had felt almost two weeks previously 
was now flowing into my hole and all around it as he 
pulled back from me and it squirted all over the area 
between my legs. Some even landed on my stomach.

Dean started crying. Then he sat up and looked down at 
me with tears dripping from his eyes onto my stomach 
and chest. "Marsha, you are my first one to have sex 
with, oh Marsha, you will always be my girlfriend."

For the next several minutes we spoke of what happened. 
Neither of us understood that the sex act hadn't really 
been completed and that I was still a virgin. My own 
body wanted something but I could not explain what it 
really was.

Kissing each other again and this time I reached down 
and got my hand around his thing. I felt it getting 
bigger and growing as I held it, with his wetness still 
on covering his stiff thing. Dean used his fingers to 
touch me and it felt wonderful to have my thing 
touched.

How Dean got on top of me again I don't remember, For 
the past several minutes we had been touching each 
other and I felt him again lying on me and between my 
legs.

Dean took his thing in his hand and placed it at the 
opening of my hole. This time it kind of slipped in and 
I knew it was because of his wet stuff on me. The end 
of his stiff thing soon was inside me and again I felt 
a pressure as it inched in a little further each time 
he pulled back, then pushed up inside my hole.

Deeper each time soon had him pushing into me until I 
felt a really sharp pain. I yelled out, "Oh Dean, that 
hurts! Oh, oh, not hard! Augh!!"

**

It was a few months later that I discovered that pain 
that caused me cry out so loud was Dean pushing my 
cheery apart at age ten. I suppose that I cried out 
three or four times before I stopped yelling. The pain 
continued, but it wasn't as sharp and hurting as when 
he first stuck his thing all the way inside my little 
hole.

For another five minutes or so, Dean moved in and out 
of my hole. Then he cried out he was coming again and I 
knew he was letting his stuff fill my hole. When he was 
done he lay over on the towel and pulled me from my 
back into his arms.

"Your my girlfriend Marsh from now until always," he 
told me as he kissed me. Gently my body was held by 
Dean as he kissed me over and over. The feeling of his 
kissing me after we had done "IT ALL THE WAY" was 
making me happy. "Dean, you know that I'm no longer a 
virgin," I said to him and then begin to cry. What I 
was crying about I wasn't certain as I hadn't really 
understood the whole virgin thing when Shirley and I 
spoke about it together.

Dean sat up and when did he became really scarred and 
shouted out, "God Marsha, your bleeding like crazy down 
there!"

I rose up and saw what looked like a gallon of blood 
had been poured all over my lower stomach, between my 
legs and even some was on my legs as far down as my 
knees. That is when I commenced crying and together we 
spoke of what we had done. Neither of us understood 
about a girl getting her cherry poked out, but Dean 
related how some of his friend's older brothers talked 
out their girlfriends making them all bloody when they 
got the girls virginity.

Lets get in the creek and wash off, and maybe swim a 
little Dean said and helped me to my feet. "Oh, it 
hurts to walk<" I told him as I started towards the 
stream. Moving in a gingerly manner, I moaned as I 
walked and told Dean, "I might just drown you for 
making my hole hurt."

Laughing at me, he replied, "Just you wait, when we get 
done swimming I'm going to do it again and again until 
you can't even walk, girlfriend."

The cool water of the creek passing around my body and 
between my legs eased some of the pain between my legs. 
Dean reached out and pulled me to his body and we soon 
were kissing. When he reached between my legs it kind 
of hurt when he put a finger inside my small opening. 
Yet he made me feel good and before long we were back 
laying on the blanket.

I was on my back with my legs pushed open by Dean's 
hips as he lay on top of me. My thing had a dull ache 
inside and kind of deep up in me. Slowly I felt Dean 
pushing his thing up inside the opening between my 
legs. Perhaps because I was wet and evidently still 
bleeding a little, it didn't hurt like before when I 
realized at that moment was when I had lost my 
virginity.

Only at age ten and I wasn't a virgin any more. What 
would my friend Shirley think, if I told her. Perhaps 
no one but Dean and I will ever know what I had done 
this day. Then I felt Dean push all the way up my tiny 
opening.

"No, oh Dean it hurts when you go deep. Be gentle, 
please," I asked him as I worried about what my mom 
would say if she found out what Dean and I had done?

After a minute or so the pain wasn't so strong and my 
body felt some strange feeling as if I was floating in 
the stream from which we had just left. Dean stayed 
inside me for a long time and I could tell when he put 
his white stuff in me again. Yet he just lay between my 
legs until he again was moving back and forth inside my 
little thing.

This time when he wet inside me, Dean pulled out and as 
he rose to setting position, looked between my legs and 
told me, "Boy Marsha, you should see how stuff I put up 
in you and it is running out of you." I moved to where 
a portion of my middle was so I could view the stuff. 
Then I stood up and watched as it ran down my leg. It 
was tinted in red so I knew my virginity was still 
bleeding a little.

Dean took his fingers and played in the wetness between 
my legs and even stuck his finger inside me a little 
ways. We walked hand-in-hand back into the water and 
Dean used his hands to wash me off between my legs and 
then we walked to the towels and lay down. Looking at 
his watch, Dean said we had been here for three hours, 
so guess we best head back to the house. He hugged me 
and kissed me for a few minutes and told me I could 
drive all the way to the barn to put the tractor away.

Once we finished the feeding of the livestock in the 
sheds, we went into the house and fixed us some dinner. 
About an hour later Aunt Bea called and asked if we 
were ok? "Yeah, Dean told his mom and Marsha fixed us 
something to eat. She is really neat mom, maybe she 
should live with us all the time.

For the next two weeks Dean and I played boy-
girlfriend. Every night in bed and knew Aunt Bea 
wouldn't be coming into the room we would have our 
little game of sex. We knew what it was now and I got 
to really enjoying feeling his thing in mine. One day 
we were in the barn and Aunt Bea and Uncle Hal had went 
to a grange meeting, and we got to playing around.

After we were undressed, Dean wanted to look up inside 
my hole and I told him he could if he wanted. While he 
was lying with his face resting on my thigh near my 
hole, he started pulling me open and telling me what it 
looked like inside. Then he leaned forward and kissed 
me on my hole.

The feeling as his lips kissed me on my thing was a 
surprise that made me cry out in pleasure. Dean asked 
me if I liked that when he kissed my hole and I told 
him it was wonderful. Then he pushed his tongue inside 
me and kind of licked me up and down. His tongue hit 
something at the top of my hole and I told him to touch 
me on that spot.

Finally we figured out exactly what to touch with his 
tongue and he licked and kissed my hole on that spot 
until my body went stiff.

"Dean, oh my boyfriend, like that, yeah that is so 
good." At that moment I evidently had my first climax 
but at the time didn't know what it was I was feeling. 
After it was over all I could do was lay and cry from 
the wonderful feeling my first love had given me.

For the time until my parents returned to take me home, 
Dean would lick me until I obtained that warm and 
explosive feeling between the opening of my hole. I had 
started rubbing him with my hand when we were in the 
barn alone or out swimming. I liked seeing his stuff 
squirt out onto my hand and where else it would land. 
Once it landed on my face as I was lying with my face 
on his leg so I could view it up close with it left the 
tiny hole at the end of his thing.

Some landed on my lips and I licked it off with my 
tongue. It wasn't bad but it also wasn't good when I 
tasted it in my mouth.

The last night before my parents came after me, Dean 
and I were in bed and he had just put his thing inside 
my own. I moaned out, "Dean, you will always be my 
boyfriend."

After I got home and Shirley and I were alone, I told 
her all about what Dean and I had done. "Like, you mean 
you really had sex? Did it hurt the first time? What is 
the stuff from the guy like?" These and a hundred other 
question came from Shirley as we discussed my having 
sex and my virginity given to Dean.

"I'll bet you're the only girl in our class who has 
done it, and you've got to help me do it with someone."

Looking at my best friend, I told her, "Dean is coming 
to stay for a couple weeks at the start of August, 
maybe he will do you," Then I thought, heck he is my 
boyfriend, but Shirley is my best friend so I guess I 
should share him with her.

Shirley and I were the same age and about the same 
size, although she was slight smaller. "I'll ask him 
when he gets here, but you mustn't tell anyone, ever-
never."

Perhaps we will need to see what happened when Dean 
came to visit with Marsh. Will we?

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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