Chapter 5
There was another man who shared Sandra's girlish favors. But, neither her tutor nor her brother knew about him.
Sandra had worked this intrigue up by herself. But, it had started accidentally.
Both Mr. Howard and Jamie were away that day. Sandra was feeling very horny.
It was a bit cloudy, so instead of going out to the trees, as she was wont to do when she wanted to masturbate, she went into the stable. When both children were at home, the Parsons kept a stable with three horses, one for Jamie, one for Sandra, and one for either Mr. Howard, or a guest.
Since the children went away to school, the horses were stabled out, and only returned, with a temporary groom, when the children were visiting. Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Parsons liked to ride.
However, the children adored riding, and they insisted that their parents keep a stable complete with horses, equipment, and a groom for them. Their parents were compliant to the demand.
So, at that time, there was a grizzled old groom, Mr. Melon, who attended to the three horses. Sandra was rather fond of the old man.
He wasn't so much old as hoary. He had spent most of his life with animals, and animal lovers.
He didn't talk much. But, there was an easy enough relationship between him and the children.
So, that solitary day, Sandra thought she'd go out to the stable. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to go out riding, perhaps doing it bare cunt, with her skirt covering her indiscretion, or whether she should just hang out in the hay loft and diddle herself.
She went inside, and found that Mr. Melon was on his lunch break, or else out drinking, as he sometimes did when there was no demand for his services. So, Sandra decided to settle down into the hay loft until he returned.
When he returned, she thought, she might want to do a bit of riding. She might want to rub her sodden bare cunt along the bare, well-brushed back of her horse.
Sandra climbed up to the hayloft. She and Jamie often played there as kids.
In winter, that was his favorite place to use as an "examination room." They would muffle their giggles and moans as the groom went about his business down with the horses, when he was around.
Sandra wondered that Mr. Melon never suspected what they were doing all afternoon long in the hayloft. But, they just told him that they were playing word games, and telling stories to each other.
Sandra enjoyed the feel of the fresh hay against her bare ass. She liked to sink, naked from the waist down, into the mounds of grain.
Sometimes blades of it would creep up her cunt hole and her asshole. Then, when she turned her ass up to him, Jamie would draw them out.
Sandra enjoyed that sensation. And, she just liked the feel of the dry, smooth stalks against her body.
It also made a nice, soft matting for their pumping. They would sink down and down into the piled up grain as they humped away.
Sometimes, Jamie would lie on his back, his erect cock sticking out brashly into the air. Sandra would sit, her legs extended, underneath him, a layer of hay between them.
She would put out both her hands, and take his cock into them. She rolled the engorged member between her warm, little palms.
She liked to stay for minutes just feeling and looking at her brother's dick. It was long and dark pink.
She liked to examine it with her hands as if it was a sculpture. She liked to run her palm over the blunt head.
She liked to move her fingers around the wrinkled up skin. She liked to run her index finger along the veins.
Jamie would lie back in the hay, his arms folded relaxedly behind his head. He'd look down calmly, and with pleasure at his sister fondling his cock.
Every now and then his face would contort into an expression of rooting delight as Sandra touched a particularly sensitive area in a particularly pleasurable way. He would grimace, smile tightly, and hold his breath.
Then, he would pant lightly and close his eyes for a moment. But, Sandra liked to continue like this for a long time, and so she didn't attempt to arouse him excessively.
Sandra liked the rubbery texture of her brother's cock. She found it a fascinating instrument.
What she especially liked was when she managed to catch him flaccid, which was rarely at his adolescent age. She liked to watch in detail as she slowly caressed his cock to erection.
Sometimes, Sandra did it totally naked, so that her brother could look at her small, budding pink breasts while she handled his genitals. He would wince as she ran a finger lightly along the underside of his balls, and he would see her dancing nipples before his half-closed eyes.
Sometimes, Sandra would rest her cheek on her brother's now hairy upper thigh, while she played with his dong. Sometimes, she just tapped her finger continually on the hole at the top of his prick until he finally grabbed her hand in exasperation, and forced her to grasp his shaft firmly.
In the hay stack, Jamie liked his sister to lie stomach down. For some reason he found that a more amenable position to get at her pelvis in the soft matting.
Sandra would rest her head on her folded arms, and lie with her tits pillowed into the hay mound. Her little, round ass would stick up out of the hay as her feet dug down into it.
Jamie would sit facing the cavities between her hips. He usually kneeled into the bottom of the hay stack.
He would look forward intensely and breathlessly. He spread his sister's thighs apart with his two hands.
Then, he had a good look at her smooth pubic area. He ran his fingers gently back and forth along her slit, from the beginning above her clitoris, back over her canal, and out back to the top of her ass crack.
Back and forth he'd stroke. And, Sandra would begin to purr like a pussycat.
Jamie kept to this task for a long while. Sandra sometimes even fell asleep, if she was tired from a long night the previous day, as her brother delicately stroked her vulva.
Once when she had nodded off to a voluptuous sleep, Jamie got up on his knees, and leaned his fully erect cock into her cunt area.
He had not fucked her yet. But, all of a sudden, he had the urge to slide his willing cock into her hole.
She was gently snoring. Sandra was a very heavy sleeper.
Jamie put his hands around her waist. He brought himself forward.
He put his cock to his sister's vagina. He brought his hand underneath to rub the space open.
Then, he spread the opening, and placed his cock head into it. He found it tight, but not impenetrable.
He held onto his sister's waistline, and slowly pushed his way up her cunt hole. Sandra continued to sleep.
She only shifted her ass slightly and moaned with pleasure. Her hole was well lubricated from Jamie's previous massaging.
Jamie felt his sister's hole expand to the width of his cock. He continued to press himself forward.
He moved his hands up and put them over his sister's breasts. He felt the silky, strong hay on the back of his hands, and the hardness of Sandra's little nipples on the palms of his hands.
He rested his head on her smooth, skinny back. His breath was coming in gasps, but he didn't want to soil his sister's cunt with his come.
He kept himself under control. He just pushed himself totally inside of her, continually on the alert that he feel nothing tear or rub roughly.
But, the way was smooth and very pleasant. He walked forward on his knees, and pushed himself into her to the limit.
He heard Sandra moan in her sleep. He was totally aware of the tight, moist warmth that was surrounding his penis.
Jamie kept his breath under careful watch. He did not want to let himself go.
He let himself enjoy the inside of his sister's pussy for one minute longer, then, afraid that he must begin to satisfy himself, he began to draw out of it. He went slowly so as both to enjoy himself the most, and so as not to be overcome with desire.
Finally, his erect cock popped out of the canal. Sandra moaned once more in her sleep.
Jamie grabbed up a handful of hay. He wrapped the hard, silky blades around his cock.
He began to pull back and forth on his organ with the sharp and smooth material. He winced, and almost cried out once in pain, but he continued to stroke himself.
He pounded furiously at his dick. And, within three minutes, he was spurting a large amount of jism into the handful of hay.
Around that time, Sandra began to wake up. She turned over, and looked down on her brother.
"Why are you doing that?" she asked him.
"Uh, uuhn! Uh, because you were asleep." Jamie said to her, through his panting.
The last drob of sperm shot out of his cock. He let his hand drop away, and some of the hay remained stuck to his softening cock.
A few corners of bent hay stuck rather uncomfortably into his organ. But, Jamie just rested his back onto the pile of hay and breathed deeply.
"Here, let me take care of that." Sandra said to the boy.
She turned her body around so that her ass went up the slope of the stack, and her head approached her brother's cock. She put her hands out.
She gently removed the hay, blade by blade that was stuck around his male member. Then, she drew herself forward.
She opened her mouth, and brought her head all the way over her brother's now totally soft cock. She closed her warm orifice over the flaccid organ.
Jamie just continued to lay back and catch his breath. He was aware, however, that the girl was starting to suck gently at his prick.
Sandra was still very drowsy. She lay complacently sucking on her brother's cock.
He was drowsy, as well. They just spent twenty minutes or so, resting on the haystack, as Sandra sucked gently around his cock.
The organ took a while to recover. First, the sucking was just a cleaning operation.
But, bit by bit, it began to get aroused. Sandra kept working softly at his cock.
Her babyish face opened up at the mouth to envelop the mature, male member. Her big, childish grey eyes slitted up with sleepy delight as she sucked on her treat.
She rested her small hands on her brother's hairy stomach. He looked down at her pale, slender little arm.
When he was awake enough, Jamie began to stroke the arm. He loved the soft, baby feel of his little sister's skin.
Sandra made contented sucking sounds as she licked away inside of her mouth at the dong. Jamie smiled pleasantly at the family scene below him.
He moved his hand to stroke his sister's soft, blonde hair. She was wearing it pixie style that year.
Her hair was paler than the straw. But, it blended in nicely with it.
Jamie's cock began to bulge out Sandra's mouth. She accommodated herself to it.
She began to suck harder at it, and to move her tongue around more around it. Jamie began to move his chest in and out more frequently.
His breath was coming shallower and faster. His face began to take on a lubricious cast.
He began to stroke firmly at his sister's small shoulder blades. He used the caressing motion to pull her farther onto his cock.
He lifted his pelvis up, by tightening his ass muscles. Part of his hairy balls were now inside of his sister's bow shaped mouth.
Sandra licked briskly all over her brother's genitals. She felt them reach their apex of tumescence.
Then, she felt the first taste of slick, grassy semen. She licked wetly around the tip of Jamie's cock.
She felt new reserves of come well up onto her tongue tip. She transferred them down to her throat.
She loved to swallow the sexual slime. She gorged herself on it.
Jamie pulled her blonde head back and forth on his cock. Sandra tightened the grip of her mouth, and pumped away at the cock.
The last ounces of sperm were now being pulled vigorously out of Jamie. He groaned with pleasure.
Sandra swallowed down the liquid greedily. She clenched the hair at her brother's lower abdomen with her little fingers.
Just then, the cook's bell rang out through the grounds of the big house. That meant that dinner was ready.
Mr. Parsons insisted that the children be on time for dinner. Sandra jerked her head away from her brother's spent cock.
She rolled off of the hay, and grabbed her clothes. Both siblings began to get dressed.
"Whoo! We better not be late again. Daddy will have a fit." Jamie said to Sandra.
"Well, I'm ready, are you?" his sister said to him.
"Yeah. Come on, let's go." Jamie said to her.
They slid down the pole that led from the hay loft to the ground. Then, they ran back to the dining room.
The cook ushered them through the screen door. As they entered, the cook's daughter slid out of the kitchen.
Jonelle was not supposed to be seen too often by the Parsons children. She clutched her fried chicken leg, and went into her mother's small quarters.
"You children bettah hustle now." the cook said to them.
"Yes, cook." Jamie said to her.
"Now, you go wash your hands, I see you been playing in the hay loft again." she said to Sandra, brushing off her gingham dress.
The children rushed to wash up, and tidy up. Then, they just barely slid into their chairs before their father got to the head of the table.
They sat demurely, with their hands folded in front of them, on the white tablecloth. Their mother said grace.
Then, they ate the cook's delicious dinner. She was Mrs. Parsons greatest social pride.
Mrs. Parsons was famous for her wonderful cook, and for her pretty, nicely behaved daughter. She was a happy woman.
But, today, Sandra was alone in the stable. She grabbed some sugar out of the bucket which always kept a supply of it.
She fed a cube to each of the horses. She liked their big, wet teeth and gums clomping at her palm.
She patted their noses, and promised her stallion that she would ride him later. Then, she climbed up to the hay loft.
She settled down into the big pile of straw. She lifted her ass up, and drew off her frilly pastel green underpants. .
She looked down at the sprinkling of blonde pubic hair over her slit. She looked at her smooth, slender girl's legs.
She spread her thighs, and put her hand to her cunt. She began to pull lightly at her bush.
She spread her legs wider apart so that her cunt lips would separate by themselves. She rocked her pelvis forward so that her wet inner vulva would be massaged by the hard silky blades of hay.
Then, she began to pull and roundly massage the skin of her pubic mound. She pulled the skin as she stroked it, so that it would stroke her inner skin with the pulling.
She felt the stickiness well up from her cunt canal. She pulled briskly at her skin.
She heard the sticking and bubbling of her cunt juice. She smiled with pleasure.
She rubbed her wet, spread lips into the hay. Then, finally, she scooped up some of the stuff, and rubbed it against her cunt with her hand.
She rubbed back and forth. Her facial skin grew pink and radiant.
Her mouth fell half ajar. Her nipples stuck out rigidly.
She felt the slow climb to ecstasy begin in her body. She rubbed firmly at her aroused pussy.
As her pleasure mounted, she began to rub faster and more frantically at her cunt. She began to groan as she reached toward her orgasm.
Sandra was used to having others bring her to climax. She had to work harder to bring herself off.
Finally, she felt the point being reached. She groaned deeply and rubbed harder and harder at herself.
Finally, a soft, satisfied sigh escaped her bow shaped, pink lips. And, her nether lips trembled with satisfaction.
As she sunk back onto the hay, inhaling happily, Sandra heard a strange sound. She looked up.
Mr. Melon was looking down at her. He was covered with blades of hay.
He smelled slightly of liquor. He needed a shave.
"Having yourself a good old time, aren't you little missy?" he said to Sandra.
"You bet, but I bet I'd have a better time if you helped me." Sandra said to him, eyeing the unmistakable bulge in his loose, worn trousers.
Mr. Melon looked down at her with astonishment. He scratched his rough cheek.
"Now what use could a pretty little thing have with a worn out old bugger like me?" Mr. Melon asked the girl.
"Oh, I'm sure I could find a lot of things to do with you." Sandra said to him.
She spread her thighs suggestively. She put her hand down to her blonde bush.
She smiled at the man. He gulped and the bulge grew larger underneath his pants.
"Why don't you come sit in the hay here with me, and we'll see what we can do for each other." Sandra said to the man.
Mr. Melon plumped himself down rather breathlessly beside her. Sandra laughed delightedly.
She had always found herself strangely attracted to the old man. She liked the way he was all grizzled and silent.
She rolled onto his bulging lap. She spread her naked, sticky pussy against the rise in his trousers.
She let him be teased for a while with the material separating him from the object of desire. She winked at him, and rocked her cunt around over his aroused fly.
The old man sighed with arousal, and looked at the lovely, childlike body that was teasing him. He shyly put his grizzled old hands to her smooth, white breasts.
"Um! I like that. Pull at my titties." Sandra said to him.
The old man rolled her pointed nipples between his rough fingers. He gazed at the puckered, delicate pink flesh.
And, he was also constantly aware of the rolling motion of the bare pussy over his bulge. Sandra was rubbing her cunt lips with the zipper of his trousers.
Mr. Melon had such a big hard on that his fly was opened out of the material that folded over it. His zipper stuck out, slightly rusted from spilled piss.
Sandra rubbed herself on the old zipper. And, with each roll of her pelvis, the old man felt another jerk of electricity shoot up his spine.
He continued to fondle the girl's tiny titties. He felt the smoothness of her rounded out chest with his fingers.
He thought that he would come soon, into his old trousers, but then Sandra began to move farther down his legs. The mounting pressure of pleasure abated slightly.
As she moved away, the man had to let go of her breasts. He let his arms drop to his side he sighed.
But, then, Sandra put her hands out. She began to unzip his rusty old fly.
She tugged the zipper down. Mr. Melon wore no underwear.
His enormous cock flew out of the opened hole. Sandra grabbed it with her little hands.
"Oh, girl!" Mr. Melon said as she pulled the loose old skin back toward his balls.
"You like that, Mr. Melon?" Sandra said to him, winking at him.
"Uhhum." Mr. Melon groaned softly as the girl began to pull back and forth at his erect cock.
The organ returned to full erection. Sandra held it in her hands for a moment longer.
Then, she moved her wet, bare body up to it. She positioned her cunt hole over the man's cock.
She put Mr. Melon's hands on her waist. She smiled pleasantly at him.
"Push me down onto you!" she said to him.
The man gulped. His hands sweated around the young girl's waist.
Finally, he opened his eyes wide, and pulled the little body down on top of his aching organ.
The cock slammed into Sandra's cunt. She moaned with pleasure as she felt herself filled up with the huge, throbbing member.
"Oh, God! That feels so good!" Sandra moaned to the trembling old man.
Sandra began to twist her hips around from side to side. She tightened and loosened her cunt muscles around the big dick in an irregular motion.
Mr. Melon was rasping for air. He lay back limply in the hay and let the girl bring him to a shuddering climax.
Sandra kept at him for quite a while, humping the man the best way she could. She rocked forward, and pressed her frontal vulva against the man's sagging stomach.
Sandra aroused very easily. She also satisfied very easily.
She was already panting with ecstasy as Mr. Melon began to moan and jerk his cock forward deeper into her. She was swooning with pleasure as she felt the drops of the man's come shoot into her.
"Uhn! uh, uhnnn! oh! Oh! Oh! Uh, uh, uh, uhhnnn!" Sandra moaned as the man shot his wad into her.
Sandra fell onto the man's greying, hairy chest. He held her light, soft little body against him as his chest rose and fell with effort.
The top half of his cock was still stuck into her cunt hole. She kept it sticking up with her position.
Come was seeping out of her hole, onto the man's balls and pubic hair. He breathed in her fresh, young odor.
Mr. Melon looked down at Sandra's blonde hair. He looked down at her pale, childlike body.
He could not believe that such a pretty, little, fresh thing had just let him fuck her. And, she had initiated and done the whole thing herself.
Sandra ran her hands along the man's hairy arms. She tickled him under his arms.
Mr. Melon sighed with satisfaction. He put his big, well-worked hands on the girl's baby round ass.
He gave the soft, flushed flesh a gentle squeeze. He bent his hand down, and pulled his flaccid old cock out of the cunt hole.
Mr. Melon yawned. He fell asleep, right there, underneath the girl.
Sandra lifted herself up on her arms. She got up off of the man's body.
She stretched her lithe little arms up to the roof. Then, she looked around for her dress which she had thrown off in her ecstasy.
She put it on. But, the panties that she picked up, she only stuffed into her side pocket.
She went down to her stallion. She opened his stall door.
The animal whinnied at her. Sandra patted his flank.
Then, she reached underneath and gave one stroke to his huge, horse's cock. The animal shifted on its hooves.
Sandra took down the brush, and gave a quick brushing all over the horse's body. The horse made sounds of pleasure.
Then, the girl lifted herself onto the horse's bare back. She stood on the step ladder to do so.
Sandra was an excellent horsewoman. And, she preferred to ride bareback and bare assed.
She walked the horse out of the stable, closing the door behind her. Then, she trotted it out onto the dirt road.
She decided to ride the stallion to the beach. Her horse liked to ride in the waves.
And, maybe later, she thought, she would give a good stroking to his big cock. Sandra loved cocks.
She loved to pay homage to a hard, throbbing pole. She would and could worship at the base of a hard cock for hours, sucking, licking and experiencing the thrill of knowing that for that time at least, the cock was in her control.