Chapter 1

Her name was May Kramer.

She stood in front of the full length mirror in the small Bedroom atop the two-story farmhouse that had been home to her ever since she was born-and was still the only home she knew even though her father had died a few years ago and her mother re-married out of sheer desperation since she needed someone to run the farm. May retained the surname of Kramer out of defiance to her stepfather, a hulking, leering man with a son older than she was and a daughter about her own age. May was frightened of her stepfather-the way his beady eyes looked through the cheap cotton dress she wore, as if stripping her naked with his eyes.

May was alternately frightened and strangely stimulated by her stepbrother, Jeff who was handsome in a savage way, with thick broad shoulders, sharp eyes that had an intimate way of looking at her just as his father-and a pair of hands that were like flat boards of wood.

Jeff always wore baggy overalls-and nothing underneath! When working among the rows of corn and vegetables under the hot Iowa sun, Jeff's strongly bronzed body was alive with animal strength. Power oozed with each movement.

Jeff had an animal way about him, too. It always made May feel that he was not "all there." Especially when, after a hot day of plowing and hoeing in the fields, he would make it to the barn, shrug out of his overalls and nakedly turn the water hose on himself, washing as intimately as though he were alone in the bathroom.

It embarrassed May and made her frightened-especially when she would peep from her bedroom window, see the strong broad back, the masculine V-shaped torso that went down to hard muscled flanks and bronzed thighs. And when Jeff turned around, bold and flagrant, his broad chest glistened with droplets of water; in shocking exposure, his reddish brown triangle of the forbidden forest of Adam would be pierced by the equally forbidden bough of manhood!

Jeff was a big man-big in every way-and May had alternating feelings of terror and wonder about him!

As May turned to the mirror, she stood admiring herself, loving her body. Her smooth black hair was combed neatly down around her white shoulders. She cupped her hands beneath her large, firm breasts. She lifted them up, then let them bounce down. They were firm and pleasing. She thrilled at the way they could bounce around. Hex nipples were pale rose, almost the same shade of her skin, which glowed brightly after she had toweled herself from the bath she just took.

Now May had a thought about Jeanie, her stepsister, almost her own age. The two of them were friendly to each other-but there were times when she thought it went deeper. May always felt warm and alive when Jeanie would be with her.

Jeanie-with golden blonde hair, a pair of breasts that pushed through the tight peasant blouses she always wore, and the beautifully rounded bottom that would move sensuously wih each step she took.

May ran her hands down over her own flat stomach; she felt a taut response that brought a tinge of red to her face. Boldly she stroked her tummy, tweaked her dimpled navel, then stole down lower to caress the still moist softness of her inner thighs. A sigh escaped.

What had Jeanie told her?

Oh yes-that it was so exciting to have a boy touch you all over, to feel his strong lips as he kissed you square on the mouth, while his hands did things to the rest of you.

May could not ever imagine having a boy do such things to her. She was afraid of boys, had little attraction toward them, even though there was a mild flurry when she saw one at the lake; she had once watched a group of them at a secluded swimming hole, deep in the woods. They were not aware of being observed and had stripped to the buff, while they swam merrily, their naked bodies gleaming and filled with young athletic powers.

Later, as they all sunned themselves nakedly, the boys started touching each other. In wierd fascination, May Kramer saw how boys could get excited and how powerful they became. As the laughing, somewhat embarrassed boys continued exploration, May had a feeling that they were no longer boys-but grown men with the powers of men!

It made May feel so ashamed to have watched it-and how one of the boys actually kissed the other one and then got down on hands and knees and loved him until a series of shudders left him weak and gasping.

If boys did it like that, why couldn't girls do it?

Why did girls have to fall in love with boys? The very thought of one of them actually making her into a woman was enough to terrify May Kramer. The boy, if he were big enough ... could hurt her so bad that she would scream! And that was no fun!

For a moment, May had an urge to tattle on the boys, tell their parents what they were doing. But she just could not do such a thing. The boys would probably be taken to the barnyard and be given a real strapping with the leather horse reins. And May could not sleep easily, knowing she had been responsible. Furthermore, suppose they learned that she had tattled on them.

There was no telling what all of them would do to her!

But it was Jeanie who made her aware of another type of love-the love one woman could have with the other. In fact, it first came out when the two of them were studying together. They were alone in Jeanie's room, right next door to May, and both were wearing summer shorts and halters because it was so hot. Neither wore bras. Their breasts were so firm and rounded, they needed no support.

"May," Jeanie sprawled out on the chintz covered bed and stared up at the ceiling. "Don't you sometimes get all ... anxious about boys?"

May sat on the bed, stared down at the sharp pointed breasts of Jeanie. "Well, there are times when I feel so excited, I can hardly control myself. But I'm afraid of boys, of the things they do to girls. They might hurt me." How could she tell about having seen Jeanie's own brother, standing naked under the water hose, in full exposure as though it were the most natural thing in the world? The very sight of Jeff made her tremble. "Most boys are probably cruel and hard when it comes to girls. That's what I've always thought."

Jeanie's shorts were hiked up high around her thighs, exposing the soft white flesh just beneath the elastic band of her white lace panties. "I really don't think so, May. Boys can be a lot of fun. When you get them all excited, it's a real joke to see how they're anxious...." She giggled as she went into some more description that made May feel so embarrassed.

"As for me," she admitted something she never before voiced, "I'm going to stay single. I don't want any boy mauling me, putting his hands all over me, and doing those things to me."

Jeanie's hand strayed to touch May's knee. It was like a red hot brick. May flinched but made no effort to push away the hand. She was conscious of a warm glow spreading over her hips and causing a tingle. "But what will you do if you want some love real bad?"

May was impatient. "Oh, Jeanie, must you make it sound so ... disgusting? I'm not like a boy-I don't want to do those things." She was extremely sensitive about talking of such delicate matters. Her memory was still vivid and she could see how two of those boys at the secluded swimming pool had explored each other. It made her downright sick!

"A boy it going to get cheated if you won't let him love you." She removed the hand from May's knee and fondled her breasts. "I love the way Newt Baxter puts his hands on me," she squirmed on the bed, her flaring hips pressed tightly against the mattress. "He kisses me all over. Mmmm, when he puts his hands under my blouse ... ooooh, his fingers are so nice...." Her blonde hair framed her heart shaped face and her eyes were glazed with heady response.

"Newt Baxter?" May remembered him: a gangling farm boy who could scarcely read or write but had a way with livestock and animals. He was nothing to look at but gossip was that when he was alone with a girl, he was like a dynamo. Even the boys talked about him with awe.

"Yes, Newt," replied Jeanie in a soft voice. "He's so strong, and when he holds me tight, I like the way my ... breasts feel when they're against his chest. He's got such a hard chest...."

"Do you mean you let him touch your breasts!" May was aghast at this discovery.

Jeanie flushed, sat up, stammered nervously, "Well, I mean ... oh, May, yo'u won't tell, will you?"

"Of course not," May was conscious of Jeanie's closeness and that the girl had put her arm around her. "But you shouldn't do such things, Jeanie. You could get in trouble." Inwardly, she felt a strange sense of envy. Or was it anger at her own unfounded fear of boys. If she could only overcome this weird revulsion of the male sex, she could probably find normal love to be what she needed and wanted.

Jeanie was saying, obvious relief in her voice, "But when a girl wants to be loved-and to love-what can she do?" There was a slight pause. "May?"

"What?"

"Didn't any boy ever touch you?"

May felt so nervous at the thought, she could scarcely refrain from trembling. "No ... I won't let him."

Jeanie started stroking May's back, then, came to a pause at a shoulder. "I bet you have lovely breasts. From what I can see, they must be pink and white. Don't the tips ever feel sensitive?"

This was a sore point with May. The tips of her breasts, as thick and sharp as nails, often were so delicate that when she brushed her hands across them, the rest of her body reacted with spasms and twitches. "Y-yes, they're sensitive."

"Wouldn't you like someone to kiss them? To take them in the mouth and to lick and nibble them?"

May's heart was pounding in her throat. It was stifling hot in the room. She wanted to get away. She was afraid of her own emotions. "If you let a boy do that, he wants other things."

"I didn't say that a boy should do that." Suddenly, Jeanie's voice became sultry and aggressive. "Lie down, May." It was a command.

May stiffened. She saw that Jeanie was looking at her in a strange way. "I don't...."

Jeanie pressed both hands down on May's shoulders and the girl was forced on the bed. Her breasts rolled wildly beneath the white halter and she knew that she was experiencing a trembling sensation that was sensuous and intimate. "Jeanie ... what are you doing?"

"I'm going to show you what it's like to be loved, May-to be loved until you beg for more. Now you'll know what a boy feels and you'll better understand sex."

May became terrified as her shoes and socks were taken off. "Stop that-stop undressing me!" She would have yelled for help, but something kept her back. Suppose her stepfather came in? Suppose her mother would come running upstairs and see her-with her halter being removed.

"Don't fight me," Jeanie slapped away the protesting hands. "I'll only have to fight you back."

May struggled and slapped wildly but Jeanie only rebuffed her blows and then yanked off the halter. "Wowie-they are beautiful!"

May felt her breasts leap nakedly into view, rolling around on her chest. Jeanie's hands explored them, tracing invisible patterns along the border, then tweaked the hardened tips and remarked softly, "I like to see them come alive-in fact, when I'm with a boy, I like him to be naked first-so I can see how excited he gets over me."

"You're talking terribly," gasped May, trying to get up in a sitting position, her sleek black hair falling across her shoulders, emphasizing the soft pink whiteness of her flesh. "Please," she pushed Jeanie's hands away, "don't ... don't touch me like that."

"Why not?"

"It gets me so excited," she shifted until she was out of reach.

"That's what I want to do." With that, Jeanie seized the hem of May's white shorts and started pulling them down over her hips.

"NO!" May was horrified. She tried to clutch at the fast disappearing shorts but only succeeded in raising herself to a half-sitting position, forcing her breasts to plunge forth and come to a sensuous slope. The tips were on fire. The edges were moist and rocky and alive. In that moment, as her shorts were pulled down over her ankles and tossed onto the floor, May Kramer knew she wanted someone-anyone-boy or girl-to love her breasts, to kiss them, to make them explode.

"Nice and soft," Jeanie said with a slur of her words. She knelt on the bed, her rounded bottom wiggling and her breasts so tight against her own halter, that she might have been naked!

May crouched in a corner of the bed. It was all happening so fast, so speedily and beyond comprehension, that she just did not know how to protect herself. "Please, Jeanie, someone will see us-we'll be punished." She knew her stepfather had a terrible temper and would take both of them to the barn, then use a pair of leather razor straps until he streaked their screaming bodies with a series of red and black welts. He was a strict disciplinarian. He had even flogged Jeff, right before them, using a buggy whip. Jeff had been spreadeagled to the beams and posts in the barn and no matter how he screamed and cried, the buggy whip slashed through his blue denim work shirt and jeans, crisscrossing him until he was completely dominated. Maybe that was why Jeff was so peculiar. Whatever will he had developed had been squelched.

"Don't be afraid," Jeanie whispered hoarsely. "Nobody'll find us together." Jeanie's hand stole beneath the white skin-tight panties and started fondling her until May squirmed, twitched, felt the heat rising up.

"You'll ... hurt me...." sobbed May, flooded with erotic urges yet shamed over what they were both doing. And May was doing something. She was untying the knot between Jeanie's shoulder blades, unloosening her halter. In a moment, it came off and the other girl's breasts bounced free.

May gasped to see the enormous globes. They were like huge balloons; the tips were red-more the shade of rust. While they were not as pointed or moist as her own, they were on fire. Jeanie's milky white breasts rolled around and then came to an uptilted position, as if to greet the tweaking fingers of May Kramer.

"See?" sighed Jeanie as she now guided May's hands to her shorts. "I'hat doesn't hurt, does it? Now ... let's make ourselves nice and comfortable."