Chapter 6

When Jason heard a muffled giggle from the direction of the bedroom, he stood and walked toward the door, motioning for Michelle to come with him.

"Maybe we'd better go back outside," he said, his cheeks flushing. "I guess ... uh ... my aunt and uncle are still busy."

"Sure sounds like it," Michelle said, grinning. "Are they always like this?" she asked.

"Well, you know how it is," Jason said, "they haven't seen each other in a while and...."

"All of four days," Michelle interjected. She hugged herself, sniffing the clear, late afternoon air. "I think when I get married, I'd like for it to be the same way. I don't think my mother and father would even shake hands after four months."

Jason threw his head back and laughed. He really liked her, and this was unusual. Most often, he didn't warm to people after such a short length of time. Michelle was different, however, and he could sense that from the start.

She looked almost like a female carbon copy of himself, tall and blonde. Her shoulder length hair was as silky as down, and her eyes were bluer than the Indiana skies. And although still quite young, she had the beginnings of a full, voluptuous figure. Her tits weren't exactly large, but they were pointed, tilted slightly upward. And her skin was a rich brown from the sun. He caught himself before he reached out to caress her well-rounded ass, merely in appreciation of her beauty.

Looks weren't the only thing that attracted her to him. She had a quick wit which she displayed in a sardonic sort of way, and what's more, when she talked, she knew what the hell she was talking about. That might not mean a lot to other people, but it was essential for Jason.

"I'm glad I came," Michelle said as they walked through the large double doors to the barn. "At first, when Les pointed out to this place from the road, I thought, uh-oh, what a Godforsaken hell hole."

"What changed your mind?" Jason asked, sitting down on the matted straw.

"You," she answered simply, directly. She sat beside him and looked into his eyes. "When Les said he had this nephew he wanted me to meet, and he started telling me what a great personality you had, and how great you were with animals, and you know, the usual bullshit, well, I thought the kid must have six eyes or something."

Again, Jason laughed. "Well, I'm sorry I don't have six eyes or anything. Sorry to disappoint you."

"You haven't disappointed me at all," she said huskily, her hands finding his. She leaned forward and brushed her lips over his. Although the kiss was almost minimum contact, it was electric for them both. She leaned back and looked at his stunned expression. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Now you're looking at me like I have six eyes or something."

"I don't know," Jason said slowly. "It's like I've know you all my life."

"Kiss me again," Michelle whispered, lying back on the straw. "Kiss me, Jason."

Jason lay beside her and held her in his arms, drawing her close. He slowly lowered his face down on hers and parted his lips. As their mouths became locked together, he could feel the heat from her body caress him. He lowered his hands to her blouse and gently fingered the buttons.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, touching the soft texture of her tits. He kissed into the hollow of her throat, then to the delicate mounds. "Beautiful ... all over," he groaned, darting his tongue between her tits.

"Oh ... Jason!" Michelle cried out, arching her back. "That feels so ... good! Kiss ... kiss me all over!"

"Oh ... I will," Jason whispered, pulling her blouse completely open. He knelt between her legs and lowered himself down on her, gobbling the firm nipples over his tongue. "Mmmm, I'll do anything you want, baby."

He felt her hand on his cock a couple of seconds later, her fingers caressing the rock-hard shaft. When she pulled the massive, pulsating column of dick from his jeans and grasped it in her palm, he gave a choking groan.

"You gonna let me dip in this little pussy of yours?" he asked, slipping his hand under her skirt, already able to feel the steam from her cunt moisten her panties.

"I ... I ... no!" she said suddenly, scrambling from beneath him. She buttoned her blouse and shot him a hunted expression. "We ... can't," she said weakly.

Jason felt rage explode inside him. He hadn't met many, but those he had, he hated with a passion. Goddamned cock teasers! Get a guy all worked up, give him a royal case of the blue balls, then, whammo. Sorry, Charlie, gotta preserve my virtue.

"Look," Michelle began, a pleading look in her eyes, "it isn't what you think. I ... I want it too. Just as bad as you do. It's just that I ... I...."

"You what?" he asked, scowling.

"I've never done it before and ... and ... well, I've never done it before, that's all," she replied.

"Lucky you," Jason spat, "the Smithsonian could use an institution like you."

"But I want you to do it," she added, dismissing his sarcasm. "Not here, though. Not on the hay in some goddamned barn, for God's sake."

"Well, I hardly think there's a Hilton in Terre Haute," Jason said. What kind of chump did she think he was? "Or did you want us to fly to Paris on my private jet and screw on the Left Bank?"

Michelle burst out laughing, and although Jason hated himself for it, he soon joined her. When they finally stopped, tears misting their eyes, Michelle sat beside him and held his hands.

"What I meant was a bed, you know, sheets, maybe a pillow or two...."

"Props. That what you want? Props? Maybe a whoopee cushion or two? How about some of those Japanese bah-wah balls, or whatever the fuck you call them. Maybe we could go down and rent a crane and we...."

"Would you please shut the fuck up?" she said. "OK, OK, you win. You can screw my eyes out right here in this ... this goddamned manger. But not now.

"When?" he asked quickly. Better call her bluff, a voice said. "When exactly do I get this, uh, opportunity of a lifetime?"

"Tonight, for Christ's sake," she said. "At least let me have some moonlight, OK?"

"Moonlight you got," he said. "Why, I might even throw in a couple of pillows and ... hey, we out to rush right down and rent that crane and...."

"God," Michelle said, exasperated. "My first time, right? All I ask is for it to be with someone nice, not with six eyes or anything, maybe a bed, and look. Christ, a barn and a clown."

"Beggars can't be choosers," Jason said. I'm really rolling, he thought.

Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" she said.

"Nope. Just sure of you," he answered. "Just like I'm sure you're gonna give me a little sample of what I'm going to get tonight."

"What in the hell are you talking about?" she asked, her mouth gaping wide. "A sample of: ... my virginity? You think it comes in layers?"

"You may be pretty, but you sure are stupid," Jason laughed. He slowly unzipped his jeans and flopped his half-hard prod out. "Come here," he dared.

Michelle rolled her eyes heavenward, then backed up. Then much to Jason's surprise-she still hadn't shown him she wasn't leading him on-she closed the barn doors. As the interior was plunged into darkness, he perked his ears up, listening to the soft shuffle of her footsteps.

"Where are you, Michelle?" he asked. "I can't see a goddamned thing in this ... ohhhhhh, Jesus!"

He felt a warm, sticky sensation around the end of his cock, then her hands pushing against his chest. He swallowed hard as the sensation around his prod became more demanding, slipped further down his shaft. Soon, her lips were buried in his crotch hairs, her chin separating his cum-filled nuts.

"Holy ... fuck," he grunted, his body tightening. A few seconds later as his eyes grew accustomed to the dark, he saw her pale figure, the flowing strands of blonde hair around his belly. He reached out and touched her face, drawing her harder into his crotch. "Suck ... me," he grunted.

"Mmmmmmmm," Michelle groaned, hungrily lapping back up his shaft. She held his balls with both hands and rolled them around on her cheeks, feeling the vibrations of his lust. "You have such a big, beautiful dick," she murmured. "Just like I thought."

She then sucked back down to the root of his prick, savoring every inch as she went. As the massive cockhead slipped across the roof of her mouth and buzzed between her tonsils, she felt a spasm of wild hunger inside her pussy. She gyrated her hips, relieving some of the pressure.

"God, that's good," Jason whispered, stroking his hands over her shoulders, to her tits. Again he pulled the blouse open and gazed at the upturned mounds in the pale amber light. He could barely see the rose-colored nipples, but he knew they were gorgeous, as was everything about her. "I ... I want you too," he gasped.

"Tonight," she said, pushing his hands away. "You can have everything tonight, I promise."

It was almost an impossible task, but Jason somehow managed to lie back and take what she had to offer. And for a virgin-if she wasn't bullshitting-she was doing one fine job. He felt his body grow even tenser with desire.

"Oh ... baby, do it slow," he whispered. "God, make it last. Make it last until tonight!"

After Michelle gobbled up and down his prod for several moments, she pulled her face away and darted the tip of her tongue into the wiry masses of cock hair. She inhaled deeply, hugging his thighs lovingly, wondering why her body was shaking so. Almost as if she had a chill.

"How ... did it feel?" she asked. "Did ... did I do OK?"

"As far as it went, you did," Jason answered. "But you're not even close to being finished. I've got a whole load of cum for you to suck down."

"You want me to ... to...."

"I want you to suck my dick back in your sweet, little throat and eat out my cream, baby," Jason murmured, pushing her face back on his cock. He humped upward, drilling the full length of his shaft between her lips. "Ah, just ... fuck, just like that, you little cocksucker."

Michelle had dreamed of a moment like this for years. As most girls will, she had pictured it entirely differently. The sweet, frilly ideas seemed to melt into raw, brute sex, and yet she loved it. Another jerk swept her cunt, the most delicious feeling she'd ever known. It was almost like when she played with herself, yet more intense. She squeezed her knees together and felt the sensations blossom.

"Oh ... God!" she choked, now working on his dick as if she'd done it a hundred times before.

Jason gritted his teeth and tensed the muscles at the root of his cock, trying to hold back the fire in his loins, yet knowing that even as he did it, it was useless. Already his steamy load was pouring into his cock, ready to spit from the ballooning end.

"Now!" he yelled, turning slightly to his side and wrapping his right leg over her left shoulder. He humped savagely into her face, slapping the first of his boiling climax into her throat. "Goddamn you, you fucking virgin cocksucker, eat it! Lick it out and ... and ... suck, whore, suck!"

Michelle gobbled on the fiery juices, her insides turning to butter as each quick throb shot into her stomach. She experienced her first orgasm with a man, and it was the wildest sensation she could imagine. She tried to scream, to gasp for air, but he held her tightly, pumping in more of the delicious cream.

Finally, after Jason blasted the last of his thick cum into her mouth, he let her go and heard her take a quick gasp of air.

"You OK?" he asked, touching her hair.

"God ... I'm fine," she murmured. "I've never been finer!"

"Then tonight ... it's still on?" he asked.

"Yes," she said quickly. "I'm just glad I talked you into it."

He saw her get up, then move toward the door, floating like a ghost. She gave him a flashing smile as the sunlight streamed inside the barn, then left him in the darkness.

Moments later he heard his aunt's voice call out for supper. Almost wearily, he got to his feet and brushed the straw from his clothing. When he got to the door, he turned and looked at where he had lain.

"What the fuck is wrong with this place?" he asked. "Women!"