Gunrunner 4

"Mr. Jones, what do you call it when two people are doing it, I mean, making love, but they are not married and not in love?" Mr. Jones slowed his stroking and smiled. "There is a word for that. It is not a nice word to use in mixed company, but it is probably the most common term." Becky wanted to know. "And the word is.?" Mr. Jones seemed almost embarrassed to say it to this young innocent girl. "Fucking. The word is fucking, or fuck. If you have sex with someone you are not in love with or you are not married to, you are fucking them, or being fucked." At this point Mr. Jones decided to use the word with emphasis to her as much as possible to get her used to his saying it. Becky frowned. "It's a strange word, but I think I heard some young boys say it once or twice when they were playing in the yard behind the school. I wondered what it meant." Mr. Jones laughed. "I am sure you have heard the word 'fucking' more than once. It is a common word among some boys, or men. They use it as a swear word, unrelated to sex sometimes." He paused and gave her a curious look. "I want to hear you say it, just once. I don't want you to start using it in mixed company but I'd like to hear you say it to me." Then, before Becky had a chance to respond, he added, "Use it in a sentence. Pretend I'm giving you an English test and you have to use the word fuck or fucking in a sentence. You could, if you want, use it in relation as to how we are together right now." Becky swallowed. In order to gain some time, she looked directly at Mr. Jones's penis as he stroked it slowly and renewed her tugging on her lips. As she tugged and he stared, she tried hard to come up with a way to say the word. This was complicated by the fact that Mr. Jones had just asked her to use the word in a sentence, and use the word by relating it to he and she. She giggled, "If we were married." she hesitated, trying to think, and he said 'Yes? Go on.' Becky bravely continued. "If we were married, we could be fucking all the time!" There! She had said it, and not said it in a way that might obligate her. Mr. Jones beamed. Becky had actually said the word, and had connected herself to him in the process. Of course, she had unfortunately used the word 'marriage' in the sentence. "That was great, Becky. But of course, if we were actually married, we wouldn't be 'fucking,' instead we would be 'making love.'" Becky was quiet as she thought about that. 'Making love to Mr. Jones? That might be kind of nice since he seems to be so nice.' But she had to respond. "Yes, if we were married. I think that it would be very nice if we were doing that." He tried again. "Now say it, use the word in a sentence, with no marriage, like if you and I were doing it right now." Mr. Jones was pinning her down, but Becky felt no worry. She hesitated, "If you and I laid down, on that grass over there," she indicated, pointing, "we could be fucking," she hesitated again, then added, 'if you could fit it inside of me." Mr. Jones had thought out his reply in advance, and was quick to add: "Yes, and if we were fucking on the grass it would feel very good, for both of us. As my penis was moving back and forth within you, you could have your legs way up around my waist, and your arms around my shoulders, and we could be kissing at the same time. We would be fucking Becky, really fucking because it would feel so good and you might be begging me to fuck you harder and longer." He continued to stroke and stare at her and hoped that the thought of what he had just said was going through her mind. Becky was visualizing that, but she still wanted to see the white stuff shoot out, and she was getting worried that Joannie might come early. "We'd better hurry before Joannie gets here." While talking about the possibility of their fucking while being married or on the grass, Becky had eased her tugging on her lips a little, and now she renewed her grip and tugged herself open as wide as possible, wider than she had before. "What a sight. I can see much more now." he breathed loudly! Now Mr. Jones was seeing more than just her outer and inner lips being exposed. He could actually see her little hole, looking no bigger around perhaps than one of his little fingers, and it was very pink in color. "You are so beautiful to look at. I can actually see your little hole inside where my penis could go." For the first time, Mr. Jones allowed vanity to take over by referring to the size of his penis as actually being bigger than average. Wanting her to think of him as having a large penis, he said, "My penis is very large. It's bigger than most men and you would have to get used to it, but if this," he wriggled it and pointed it at her, could fit into your little hole, we would be fucking, and it would feel so good. Watch me right here," He pointed with his free hand at the tip of his penis. "It will shoot out right here." Becky did not need to be told. Her eyes were watching his penis and his movements intently. Matter of fact, she had almost forgotten to watch for Joannie. But she could see down the road a fair piece, and taking a quick glance, she could see that Joannie was not in sight. "You still see that no one is coming?" Becky nodded, then said, "But you had better hurry." As she watched him stroking ever faster, Becky thought about what he had just said, 'My penis is big.' Becky didn't know how Mr. Jones would compare to other men down there, but it certainly looked like he would be among the big ones. Mr. Jones's penis, especially the head, appeared even larger now as she heard him draw a deep breath. "Here it comes, in just a few seconds. I'm thinking about fucking you Becky. It's getting harder. Think about how it would feel if I had this inside you and I was fucking you. Think about it shooting inside of you. I can feel the pressure building. You would even be able to feel it throbbing and shooting the semen inside you. Use your imagination as to how it would feel if we were fucking." "Oh, Becky. Here it comes!" His body stiffened, and then it happened! Having never felt the contractions of an orgasm, either hers or anyone else's, Becky could not really imagine how it would feel, but she wanted to know. Mr. Jones was making a funny groaning sound, and stuff was shooting from the end of his big penis. (She was now thinking in terms of his penis as being 'big') His semen was going out maybe six inches or more beyond the end of his penis. There were three long shots, then two that did not travel quite as far. When his first shot had gone forward, Becky had made a strange little sound of surprise and delight, which had added to his excitement. Despite his desire to be staring at Becky's vagina as he climaxed, Mr. Jones could not resist a quick peek down so that he could determine exactly what Becky was seeing. He was surprised at himself! He had not shot out that far since he had been in his twenties. As he had grown older the distance he shot had been growing shorter. Of course most of the time he was coming inside his wife, but once in a while he would have her masturbate him as he lay upon his back. Today though, he was shooting just like a teen. 'If only my wife could see this! No, maybe not.' Then it was over. With his heart pounding and his breathing loud enough for Becky to hear Mr. Jones slowly milked his penis once, then twice and one last time as the dribbles continued to pour out. His come was landing in the water and was floating almost like worms and the strings seemed to be slowly sinking down into the water as the current carried them away. His voice sounded weak as he spoke. "Becky, that felt so good. Seeing your body and thinking of fucking you made it feel so much better than if I had done this by myself." This time, his passion having subsided, Mr. Jones had used the word fucking in a normal tone of voice. Becky could tell immediately that something had changed. Not just physically was there a change but emotionally as well. His penis had suddenly gotten smaller, well, maybe not so much smaller as softer looking as he milked it down to drain off any leftover come. Mr. Jones seemed embarrassed now as he squatted down so that the water covered his penis. He used the water to cleanse himself, and then, finally, met Becky's eyes. Becky was still standing with her legs wide apart and amazingly, she had not stopped spreading herself with her fingers. As he took one last look, she gave him a few seconds more and then released her fingers and slowly brought her legs together and straightened up. He needed to talk to her now. "And that is how it looks Becky, when a man comes. It feels very, very good. There is a, well, after the pressure builds and builds, there is a throbbing sensation that goes on several times while the pressure goes down. It would be the same for you as it was for me. Someday your husband will do one of those inside you, and you will become with child. But I hope you get to enjoy some of those for a while before you become pregnant." Becky was still in shock at what she had seen. She had no idea! "Thank you, Mr. Jones." She could not think of anything else to say, and paused awkwardly. Mr. Jones wanted nothing more than to get away now. He did not want to be here when Joannie arrived. If she did, there would be stares, and maybe questions asked of Becky after he left. He walked past Becky, who was still standing naked on the bank, and started putting on his clothes again. He didn't even wait for his feet to dry as he slipped on his boots. When finished dressing, Mr. Jones looked at Becky, who now had gone into the water and was squatting down so that her nudity was no longer visible, and gave her a smile. "It might be best if you don't mention that I was here to your friend." Becky nodded. She agreed with that. Joannie would be asking her all kinds of questions. Becky would fib of course, but Joannie had a way of prying things out of her. No, she would not say a word to Joannie about this. "I won't say a thing. It will be better that way. No questions, no answers." He smiled, hoping that what she said was what she would do. "Remember, it's our little 'secret.' Becky smiled and nodded, and he added, "Bye." "Bye, Mr. Jones." Becky's voice sounded happy now, reassuring Mr. Jones that all was well. "And thank you again." He grinned at her and turned. She watched as he walked quickly away in the direction of his farm. "Mr. Jones?" Becky had almost yelled in her haste to catch his attention. She suddenly regretted her impulsive move, but had no choice to continue since she had yelled at him. Mr. Jones stopped and turned. "Yes?" His voice sounded hopeful. She hesitated, then said, "I might be here again sometime, maybe next week at the same time?" Mr. Jones could not believe his ears. "And if I find you here, what then?" Becky was almost afraid to say it, but she blurted it out. "I don't want to do any more than we did today, except maybe one thing." He was walking back towards her. Not quickly, just drawing a little closer. "What's that Becky? I would love to meet you here again." "I'd like to be the one that does it. I mean, put my hand on you and play with it until you, until it shoots the stuff out." I'm just curious." She paused there, hoping his reaction would be positive. He was beaming, and the look of happiness on his face was very obvious. "I'd love that Becky. If you do it for me, there would be even more stuff shooting out than you saw today. Next Tuesday, say at 3?" Becky simply nodded, then spoke. "Unless something changes. If it does and I'm not here, it won't be on purpose." He grinned. "I understand. Something could always happen to keep me away too, but I promise you that I will try to be here, and if I can't make it, I will try again around the same time on other days until I find you." "Me too, I'll keep trying." Becky grinned, her face red. She could not believe what she was arranging. Raising her hand just a little, she gave him a slight wave. In a moment, with one last look over his shoulder and a reluctant wave back, he was a hundred feet down the road. Then he turned right and was out of sight behind the trees. Mr. Jones lived off to the south, and by going through the trees rather than the road, he could save several minutes of walking. As he walked along, almost on a cloud, Mr. Jones was already thinking ahead. He would not touch his wife or his penis for two, maybe three days beforehand. Then, with his balls brimming over with juice, he would come out here and let Becky play with his dick. Of course, while she was doing that, he might try talking her into more, maybe even some 'fucking.' A couple of hundred yards behind him, Becky was still watching as he walked away. It was almost as if it had never happened. But Becky had memories now, and something to relate to when she married a man. Maybe next week, if they connected, she could add to her memories without doing anything really bad. At least in her mind's eye now, nothing had been 'bad.' Becky stayed in the deeper water in order to cover her body. It was not likely anyone else would come along, but if they did, she would be able to tell because from a couple of places in the water, she could see the road in both directions. A man already in the water and around the bend was another matter as she had found out. Wisely keeping her word, Becky did not tell Joannie what had happened when she arrived a few minutes later. "Ooooh!" Becky groaned when Billy placed his mouth against her vagina for the first time. She had been expecting this, and it felt wonderful, even though he had not begun to do anything as yet. Except for her breasts. Billy was twirling her nipples between his fingertips, and it felt good. Jeb continued to stare through the crack in the doorjamb while working his bonds in an effort to get free. 4874 1.64/512345