Gunrunner 5

More skinny dips. The next week, exactly as planned, they had both shown up, with Becky arriving perhaps ten minutes earlier. It seemed awkward now since they were meeting fully dressed instead of naked in the water like last week. There was some hesitation on both their parts as they stared at one another awkwardly. "Do you want to," he asked, unbuttoning one button on his shirt and pausing? "Yes," Becky answered quickly. After a minute they had finished stripping down while admiring one another. No one would be coming to meet Becky today, so they had more time. Mr. Jones badly wanted to lie Becky down and caress her, but that would be too dangerous. They had to remain standing so that they could keep an eye out for anyone approaching. But he did take the time to explain that to her, about how nice it would be if they were 'lovers' and he was 'preparing' her. This time they stayed on dry land rather than going into the water. But they stationed themselves at the edge of the bank so that there could be slight changes in elevation between them for viewing purposes. Like they had done the previous week, Mr. Jones wanted to feel her breasts while she held his penis. This time, Becky wanted to do more than just hold him. All week she had been thinking about this and she wanted to completely explore his penis. Now she was taking advantage of the opportunity. "Feel it as it grows in your hand, Becky. Feel how big it gets." When she first placed her hand on him, he was more than halfway to full erection, but Becky still was afforded the opportunity to watch and feel him grow in her hand. She especially enjoyed pulling back on his foreskin and then pressing it forward over his head. Becky repeated this act several times while she marveled at how his penis changed appearance with each movement. Then she giggled like a little girl when his penis began flowing freely with pre-coital fluid. This was probably the most exciting thing that had ever happened for Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones and his wife had married as virgins, so Becky was almost as new and strange to him as he was to her. His wife, in all their years of marriage had never paid this much attention to his penis. Now, not only was his penis being given the attention he felt it deserved, in addition Becky had what might be the nicest body in the county to play with. All the while Becky was giggling and exploring his penis, he caressed and squeezed her breasts and once even bent down to briefly suck on her nipples. Becky responded by slowly lowering her hand and cupping his balls for the first time. She sensed that they would be sensitive, but Mr. Jones told her, '"Go ahead and get a good feel, just don't squeeze too hard." After almost five minutes of fondling, and with both of them thoroughly aroused, Mr. Jones suggested that they 'hug one another' while standing. Becky hesitated and looked into Mr. Jones's face with a puzzled stare. He smiled, 'Don't worry, we'll be standing up, I really can't do much. You'll like it." Becky indicated her compliance with a smile, and as he took her into his arms Becky felt her breasts being pressed and flattened against his chest. At the same time his penis come into contact with her as it was laid upright against her abdomen. "Let me make an adjustment down below," he suggested after a few seconds, and Becky stepped back a few inches while Mr. Jones pressed his penis downwards. At the same time he spread his legs farther apart so that they were standing at about the same height. "Now open your legs a little wider." Becky readily complied, and this allowed him to run his penis between her legs so that it was pressing upwards against her vagina when he released his grip. Strangely, Becky had thought of his doing this very action before he had made the move. She had wanted his penis between her legs. Becky began trembling when she felt his shaft, so long and running through the entire length of her vaginal channel and even back to the crack between her buttocks. "Now I'll make the fucking motions." Above all else, Mr. Jones wanted her to know that they were 'fucking,' in a sense. As he began moving his hips forward and backwards, his shaft was rubbing her, and it felt good. Becky found herself hugging him tightly and letting out little 'yips' of joy as he caressed her buttocks with his hands and her vagina with his penis. She wanted to feel him inside but could not get up the nerve to suggest it. There were so many things to think about. Saving her virginity for a husband was one. The possibility of pregnancy was two, and there might be the guilt she would feel afterwards. And possibly the main reason she was not actually fucking Mr. Jones now was because he had not asked. Mr. Jones decided it was time to add emphasis to the F word again. "Now think in your mind about us fucking. I will slide it back and forth along your little vagina, and it will feel somewhat like we are intimately fucking, except that I won't be inside you." Completely wet now from her juices, his shaft was just long enough to reach her from front to back and he was able to slide it freely back and forth. In effect, Mr. Jones was fucking her, minus the actual penetration. He was running the length of his shaft over her hole and when he pulled further back he was sliding past it with the ridge on the topside of his head. Each time it went over the tiny entrance to her vagina, Becky could feel the edge of his penis slightly dip inside of her as it tried to rise and penetrate. He varied his strokes, and each time he raised his body slightly, his penis rubbed against her clitoris. Mr. Jones considered dropping his knees just slightly and aiming his penis up at the center of her slit. With a push upwards, he could probably pop her cherry and go within. Now we can do a little 'practice for someday, maybe when you are married. "Say it Becky," he breathed. Say that you like fucking me. Pretend that we are fucking and that I am inside of you and you like how it feels." Becky was extremely aroused, although she was unaware of the terminology to describe it. Since what he was doing now felt so good, then actually fucking just had to feel even better! She hesitated, then as Mr. Jones continued to rub his penis back and forth along her slot, she bravely spoke out. "It feels good Mr. Jones. I like how you are fucking me." The ice had been broken! Mr. Jones was elated. "That's right Becky. Now say it a little more. Be more descriptive and say how you like my 'big cock' inside of you and it's fucking you so good." Mr. Jones liked the idea of Becky thinking his cock was big. It was, in actuality, fairly long but only slightly more than average size in width, except for his fat head. But after today he wanted her to always think of him as having a 'big cock.' Now Becky was into it, even if he was not actually into her. This was extremely daring for her, but somehow she found the nerve to say all he wanted and even be a little creative. "I like your big cock Mr. Jones. It feels good, and it feels so big inside of me. You're stretching me with your big cock and I'm getting excited. Please Fuck me Mr. Jones, fuck me way up inside. I like it." Becky had given the exact description of what he really wanted to do. Mr. Jones had an image in his mind of impaling her with his meaty shaft as they stood upright. She would be moaning, maybe even start crying, and be hanging onto him with her arms at first. Then, after a few minutes, her pussy would be throbbing as he twitched and throbbed inside of her. But he didn't dare, although he did slow his stroking and allow his head to linger just at the entrance to her vagina. His penis, in the habit of pointing more up than out when erect, was pressing hard against her hole in an effort to rise. His heart was pounding at the thought of what he could easily accomplish by just changing his angle slightly and jabbing upwards. She would probably cry out, maybe loudly. But she would feel so good, and he could blow his load in just seconds. Becky knew where he was. She could feel the knob on his penis knocking at her door, and if he tried to enter, she would allow it. But he dared not. His control was minimal at best. If he went into her now, it would all be over in seconds. Her virginity would tear asunder, and his orgasm would occur just seconds later, possibly before he could achieve full penetration. Two or three times as he held his penis against her hole, Mr. Jones approached orgasm and had to back off. But this was extremely enjoyable for both of them and neither was in any hurry to bring it to an end. Finally, with his body shaking, Mr. Jones moved away from her. He only needed to resume his sliding back and forth and he could come, but he had promised her that she could watch as he did it. He stopped touching her and asked her to not touch him until 'things calmed down.' Becky was observing Mr. Jones closely, studying and memorizing his every action, his every move. She could see that he was trembling, and without it really registering on her consciousness at the time, she was taking notice of how her body could be used in order to control a man and maybe get him to do her bidding. After a couple of minutes, he had regained control and had her pose her lower half for him as before while he gently stroked himself and stared. He told her then how close he had came to coming on her body while he had been 'pressed up against her.' "I was running my penis right over the entrance to your vagina," he said. "I almost tried to put it in you because it was feeling so good," he continued, all the while hoping that she would ask him to do just that. But Becky didn't, because she was still wishing that he would ask, or just go ahead and do it. He sighed and asked her if she still wanted to watch him shoot his juice while she played with it, and a disappointed Becky nodded shyly. He wanted to look at her, totally revealed one last time. He asked her to use her fingers to spread herself, and she did it excitedly. But, in order for Becky to be able to handle his penis, he had to be standing next to her. This would eliminate most of his view of her vagina, but having her masturbate him to orgasm was the plan! As promised, Becky began masturbating him, giggling as she did it and as he fondled her. Mr. Jones started to prolong it, asking her to stop at certain times, and then starting up again. This might be their last time together, and Mr. Jones wanted to make the best of it. All the while he was feeling her breasts and memorizing them in every possible way. At one point he even reached around once again and clasped her buttocks with both hands. He squeezed them gently, and hoping upon hope, he moved his mouth close to hers. Becky sensed what he wanted, and as her heart began pounding even harder, she moved her lips closer to his. He kissed her. It was Becky's first adult kiss, and when his tongue went inside her mouth, instead of pulling away in fright, she responded by meeting his tongue with hers. That first contact was almost a shock to her. Someone, a man, had penetrated her body and was doing intimate things to her. It was his tongue, true, but still very personal in nature. The kissing was very strange, at first. Unlike many of the men in the area, mostly the older men, Mr. Jones did not wear a beard. But still, she could feel the roughness of his day old beard on the edges of his lips. It all added to his masculinity, and she found that to be very exciting. Her stroking on his penis continued, but now she knew not to do it too fast so that he could maintain control. After perhaps 20 seconds of kissing, fondling and stroking on their part, he pulled back, looked her in the face and asked, "Did you like that?" Becky nodded and gave him the sweetest smile he had ever received. In gratitude, he started to kiss her once again, but had to grasp her hand and pull it off his penis in order to keep from coming. The idea was for her to see his orgasm when it erupted. She pulled her lips away. "Why did you do that, pull my hand off?" "I was ready to come just then Becky. "It was mainly because we were kissing. I care for you very much. Also, your hand was tight around my penis, just like your little vagina would be. If I had shot it out while we were kissing, you would not have been able to see me come." When she smiled up at him, he moved in for another kiss. This second kiss lasted even longer, perhaps 30 seconds. As Mr. Jones switched his hands from her breasts to her buttocks and pulled her up against his cock, Becky boldly met his tongue with hers. She began pretending in her mind that they were really in love in an effort to see what it might be like to be kissing her husband. As a result, her response to his kissing was intensified, and she could actually feel Mr. Jones's body quivering. He allowed her to jack him again. He continued to prolong it, asking her to stop each time he drew close, but the urge to cum was growing ever stronger, and he felt compelled to tell her again why he was making her stop. Mr. Jones tried something else, moving slowly and gently while looking into Becky's eyes instead of down where he was reaching. His right hand again went to her backside, gave her a gentle caress, then slowly moved around to her front. 'Will she allow me to touch her pussy with my hand?' His hand eased slowly through her pubic hair, and Becky, sensing something special might happen, slowed her stroking of his penis, almost bringing it to a halt. Once again she widened her stance, opening her pussy further to his touch. 'She's doing it. Opening her legs to allow me to finger her pussy!' Mr. Jones almost climaxed in his excitement and managed to control himself with great difficulty. Up until now, he had not touched her vagina with his fingers, only with his penis. She gasped softly when his fingers gently began caressing her on her lips, going up and down ever so gently. He was staring into her face, watching for her response, and she stared back at him with a look of joy and anticipation. "We've gone to another level Becky. I'm feeling your pussy with my hand." He did not immediately try to make penetration, nor did he touch her clitoris except in passing, but Becky could feel tingles, strong tingles that were shooting through her body. With soft moans escaping her lips, she spread her legs even further apart to give him greater access. Anything he wanted now she would give, all he had to do was ask, or make the move. But Mr. Jones was always conscious of their situation. Someone might come and interrupt them, or he might end up coming in the wrong place. Again his fingers moved across her clitoris, and Becky gasped. Unfortunately for Becky, he did not linger there. If he had, and moved his fingers for only a few seconds, she might have experienced her first orgasm. But Mr. Jones, of course, wanted to be the first to place something inside of her, even if it was only to be his fingers. When he moved slightly to the inside and ran his fingers through her inner lips, now slippery with juice, she moaned once again and her hand began moving, ever faster. He was starting to place the tip of one finger inside her, and it felt fantastic! She was incredibly tight, barely allowing his finger entry. "You are very small down there Becky. If we had tried it, fucking that is, my big cock might not have been able to fit without quite a struggle." Mr. Jones planned to slowly slip his finger just inside in order to confirm her maidenhead and then fuck her with his finger as far as her lips and maidenhead would allow, but he was rapidly losing control. If he weren't careful, he'd be coming too soon! He had the tip in and just as he felt her maidenhead, he excitedly moved his finger slightly over and around it and came upon a hole smaller than a pencil almost in the center. She's a virgin! He had been sure of it, but still, you could never absolutely know for sure until you felt.this! Mr. Jones had done the same thing with his wife on their wedding night. She had already seen and wrapped her fingers around his thick head, been scared, and then begged him to go ahead. Instead of ramming himself into her, he had been patient, 'preparing' her as he had whispered into her ear. But actually, he had been feeling for that magic layer of skin that would tell him for sure that his bride had waited for him. He was afraid that he might not know for sure if he used his penis first. He had found it, just within, and a minute later he had been over her and preparing to destroy it for all eternity. His new bride had saved it for almost 18 years, was about to lose her virginity, and still had not seen or felt with her hand the penis that was to turn her into a woman. As Mr. Jones had crawled between his bride's legs, he had slowly forced her lips open with his fat head and came up against her maidenhead, which had brought a loud gasp from his wife and into his ear. This had scared him, and he had stopped. He felt her cheeks, and they were wet. After several seconds, when she realized he had really stopped, she had whispered, 'It's all right. Go ahead," and hugged him. Daringly, perhaps foolishly, she raised her legs and placed them higher around him at the same time, almost over his buttocks. He had paused for only another few seconds, and then had attacked her maidenhead with a mighty push so he could go within. There was another gasp from her, almost a scream as she felt real pain, but he did not pause this time. Her maidenhead had not been easy to break and had reluctantly given way. "Now honey, now. It's past the entrance and should be easier on you." She answered him with a little sob and a squeeze of her arms, although her legs were trembling visibly. More gasping from pain, accompanied by more moaning from her, which Mr. Jones had thoroughly enjoyed hearing. Upon his reaching full penetration she had sighed and gripped him tightly with her arms. He had dropped a mighty load into her just 30 seconds and maybe 15 strokes later. They had both fallen asleep, arm in arm before he had finally rolled off her. Her vagina had tugged slightly on his thick head and had made a slight popping noise as it exited. This had awakened her and they had renewed their kissing. She had trembled and replied 'maybe tomorrow night' when he had asked her to go again. She had not gotten up to clean up, and there had been a real mixed color mess on the sheets the next morning. The next night she had taken a first look at his penis while erect and begged off, claiming soreness. She was being more truthful than reluctant to have sex. It had been still another night before she was 'well enough' to try again. Since Mr. Jones was 'good to her,' their sex life through the years was relatively good, with her usually reaching orgasm. Now, for the second time in his life, Mr. Jones was touching a maidenhead. "I can feel your maidenhead in there Becky. There is just a little tiny hole, smaller than my little finger in the center. It is your proof that no man has ever fucked you, and I am the first man ever to touch it. Be sure to remember me." He felt around Becky's little opening for a few seconds more and his penis began to surge. "Now Becky, keep stroking and look down now." Mr. Jones kept his promise about what would happen if Becky were the one doing the stroking. "I'm coming Becky. You did it, you're making me come!" He shot even further out this time, and in greater quantity since he had been saving it. But she failed to point his penis away, and he failed to warn her, deliberately. The result was that his first shot of cum went high enough to land on the side of her right breast near the top and just missing the nipple. The second shot landed on the bottom of the same breast, and the rest began landing on her belly and down the side of her left thigh as she continued stroking. "Oooh! It's hot!" Becky could feel the body temperature heat of his cum as the blobs hit her skin, and it surprised her. She immediately wondered what that heat would feel like inside, unaware that she would never really feel heat that felt that warm inside her because it would match her own body temperature. With a long sigh, Mr. Jones's orgasm came to an end, and Becky could feel his penis soften slightly. Her gaze went from the penis she was holding to her own body, and she was shocked at how much of Mr. Jones had landed on her. "You did it Becky. Look at how I shot all over you. You made me come a lot, a whole lot. Now stroke it so that it can be drained like a milk cow." Becky knew about milking cows, and she did just that, bringing out the equivalent of another teaspoon, then two. "Put the fingers of one hand in the juice on your belly and feel it. It is slippery like my pre-fluid, the clear stuff, but it feels thicker." Becky indeed had begun to do with her free hand just that as he started talking, and she marveled at the feel of his cum which had the texture of, churned buttermilk maybe, but thicker. "Now I get to do this!" Mr. Jones took delight in running his right hand through the two shots of cum that was still deposited on Becky's right breast and smearing them together and then all over her breast. He paid special attention to her nipple as he made sure to cover every square inch of skin with his cum. There was plenty of juice and he used it to cover her left breast as well, having enough left over to completely cover her tit including a thorough coating of her nipple. "Look at them Becky." Becky looked down, and saw that both her breasts were coated with a shiny slippery surface, which was rapidly drying. "Even though not all of it landed on your tits, there was still enough cum to smear all over them. If you allowed them to dry, you might feel a surface, sort of like a crust, all over your tits. Instead of washing it off, you could 'wear' it home, and 'sleep with me tonight." He laughed, and Becky giggled with him. Another kiss, this one less passionate but more tender in nature. It ended with the both of them looking into each other's eyes. This time they both went waist deep into the water and washed themselves. Mr. Jones asked if Becky wanted to meet him again, but Becky declined, nicely. She sensed that there was really nothing more to be done between them unless she was willing to fuck him and sacrifice her virginity. And her virginity was precious, as her mother sometimes reminded her. But as Mr. Jones began to walk away, she spoke, loud enough for him to hear since he was now 50 feet away, "But someday I might meet you again, you never know." Mr. Jones had turned and smiled. Becky had a thought, and yelled a little louder so that he could hear. "Maybe someday after I've been married for a while! I don't know how long we will stay here after the wedding. It might be before we head west. But if we leave right away, when I come back to visit with my husband I might see you in church or somewhere else. I'll give you a certain 'look' and you will know to come out here around this time maybe the next day or after. If we can meet in that manner, maybe we can do a little." Becky paused, and then started over and finished the sentence. "We can meet here and do some fucking." Mr. Jones, not believing his ears but thinking that was a great thought, turned once again, smiled, nodded and waved. "I'd like that." If they were to meet again, under the same circumstances and after Becky was married, she would have no maidenhead to worry about. There was no doubt, they would end up fucking. But of course, Becky had ended up moving away on the day after her wedding, so any chance for Mr. Jones and Becky to get together soon after her wedding was lost. Becky had left Mr. Jones that day with several images forever more planted in her mind. Some of them were about her maidenhead and how important it would be for her to preserve it for marriage. Also images of being fucked by a man with a big cock, and images of a man's hot juice being planted deep within her vagina. She could hardly wait for marriage, so she could be fucking, no, making love and feeling her husband and his big cock inside her. That had been the last time Becky had met with Mr. Jones, though they often had exchanged knowing looks and maybe a smile during church services over the next several months. Becky had watched how Mrs. Jones acted when she was close to her husband. Mrs. Jones would take his hand, and Mr. Jones would sometimes pull her a little closer to him. Becky knew what he was like between the legs, and she even formed an image in her mind of what it might look like when Mr. Jones slipped his thick head into his wife, and then buried the shaft. She was sure that Mr. Jones's big cock must feel very good to Mrs. Jones, very good indeed. Becky had kept her word that day and forevermore. She had never breathed a word to anyone about what had happened at the creek those two days. And of course she had never mentioned it to Jeb, as he would probably have thought less of her for her 'indiscretions.' But her adventures had placed thoughts of making love, and of 'fucking' into her mind. Besides fantasizing on going all the way with Mr. Jones, Becky had found herself wondering about other men as well. What might they look and feel like? Strangely, almost all her fantasies were about older and usually married men. She rarely had thought of or fantasized on the boys in her school. After Mr. Jones, they all seemed so childish. Jeb had been the first man, after Mr. Jones, to get near her, and it had taken marriage for Jeb to get to know her intimately. 5145 1.68/512345