A Hand For The Little Lady

Sucking the stiff little cock into his mouth, he busied his hands by unbuttoning the wooden buttons from the top of her dress. He encountered his first obstacle. A lacey little cotton undershirt with no buttons.

“I want to see your breast,” he begged, temporarily taking his mouth out of her pussy. She gasped in anxiousness and reached down, yanking the undershirt over her head. While licking absently, Marcus’ hands went to her magical breasts. They were the most wonderful things he had ever felt. They were amazingly soft and firm. The nipples were pink and hard. He could just imagine a baby sucking on one of them. Or maybe himself?
“Lick me!” she commanded.
“I am,” he complained.

“Bullshit. Put your mouth against my pussy, suck hard, and work your tongue inside it.”
Marcus tried to comply. Even then she humped her pussy against his mouth and slid it up and down to make up for his deficiency. He used his thumbs to spread the pussy lips. He pulled his mouth off to take a good look inside. Puckering his lips, he engulfed the tiny tent of flesh and sucked it into his lips. She hissed and raised her ass, pressing her pussy firmly against his mouth.
“That’s it, suck it while you strum it with your tongue,” she hissed. He did so and watched her wither and twist. He enjoyed seeing the effect that his ministrations had on her. Her face twisted and contoured until it was old and butt ugly, but he was not about to tell her that.

He noticed that she was panting and cursing under her breath. In fact she seemed to be getting louder and faster. Since he had never dealt with anybody but whores before this, it was something new and frightening for him. Whores never moaned. In fact they usually smoked a cigarette while being fucked. This woman was going crazy. He liked that.

“Damn it, I’m cumming,” she gasped, vibrating on his mouth. He didn’t know if he should feel guilty or not. Her ass was going to be rubbed raw on the log, if she kept that up.

Suddenly she threw her legs around his neck and squealed. He grabbed her legs, trying to pry them apart, but she was too strong for him. She humped her pussy against his mouth, with his head firmly trapped between her soft legs. He knew he would die, but what a way to go. He couldn’t wait until his friends found out. What the hell was he talking about, his only friend was Ruckus, who was undoubtedly watching in disdain.

Lapping like crazy, Marcus watched her face as she moaned and twisted. Her soft thighs felt good against his ears. Her pubic hair tickled his nose. Her wetness was coating his face with a fragrant liquid. He didn’t know if he liked that or not, it was going up his nose.
Finally she hissed and opened her legs. She pushed him away from her sensitive pussy and sat panting and looking down at him.
“You lied,” she said.
“Most likely. I lie to Ruckus all the time.”
“What’s a Ruckus?”
“My horse.”
“What’s your name?” she asked as she dropped her dress over her bare legs.
“Marcus.”
“Glad to meet you, I’m Myrtle.”
“Howdy.”
“You been around much?”
“Huh?”
“Daddy used to speak of the wonders of the world, a canyon that’s so deep you can spit in it and it takes a full day to hit the bottom, people flying in balloons, and such like that.”

“Your daddy was right, but there’s so much more. There are these pyramids across the sea that are stones stacked on top of each other. You can seen them from a day’s ride away, just like mountains. I saw things in Chicago that made my head spin, they had this thing called a Ferris wheel. You set in a seat and it spins around until you find yourself on top of it. You can see for a hundred miles from the top. I read about this thing called a rollercoaster that’s like a train that goes up in the air and back down… Well it could scare the bejeasus out of you,” he finished, seeing the wonder in her eyes.

“What else?” she asked breathlessly.
“New York also has the biggest buildings in the world, and electric lights,” he said breathlessly. “It lights the streets as bright as day all night long.”
“Wow,” she gasped.
“Lot’s of other places are getting them too. Some homes are lighted by these electric lights now. And have you ever heard of a horseless carriage.”
“No,” she shook her head, her blonde hair flying around her beautiful face.
“It drives all by itself. Kind of like a steam car, but no steam. It starts right up and drives off. Chicago is full of them.”
“Show me,” she said excitedly.
“What?”
“Take me to Chicago. Show me.”
“I… it would…” he stopped, at a loss for words. “What about your daddy?”
“He’s probably dead by now. Anyway, I’ll leave him a letter.”
“I don’t know,” he said uncertainly.
“You want a blow?” she asked coyly.
“Huh?”
“You want me to give you cunninglus?”

“Oh hell yes,” he said, suddenly excited. He tried to imagine those lips around his cock, but he just couldn’t do it. At least not until she dropped his pants and sank down before him. He thanked God that he was a skinny man. A fat man wouldn’t have been able to look down and see those cherry red lips close around his cock. He hissed with excitement. Suddenly his knees were weak.
“I need to sit down,” he mumbled, pulling her along to the log. She walked on her knees to follow him, never once taking her lips off his cock, or her hands off his ass. Marcus knew that at that moment, he was the luckiest son-of-a- bitch on the face of the earth. She was about the prettiest woman he had ever seen, and she was sucking his cock. Life was good.

Sitting made the whole thing easier. Suddenly her hand was on the base of his cock, and her mouth was bobbing on his rock hard member like a woodpecker. He had never felt anything so good. Her mouth was real hot and moist. Her hand was so soft and strong. And her hair cascaded over his bare legs and felt like gossamer wings. He still couldn’t believe what was happening. He expected to wake up from a dream at any moment.

“Oh God yes,” he hissed as the fire built to an intolerable level in his balls. “Oh shit,” he gasped, placing a hand on her bobbing head. Even that felt wonderful. She had the softest hair he had ever felt. Her head felt small and round beneath all that silky hair. His balls were churning with a frightening heat now. He was close, real close.

“I’m going to do it,” he gasped in warning. She seemed to ignore him. He repeated it and she looked up at him in annoyance. Suddenly his heart leaped when he realized that this beautiful woman was going to swallow his cum. He wanted to close his eyes and moan a lot, but he didn’t want to seem like a weakling, and he certainly didn’t want to miss the sight of her lips sucking down his cum. Then he exploded. The whole world seemed to stop for a moment, hesitating, then as the cum shot down the shaft of his cock the world moved again in blissful, agonizing, full speed.

Moaning and grunting, he watched breathlessly as his hot cum filled her mouth. She swallowed without comment, easily drinking down his offering without a grimace of distaste. She knew what she was doing, and how to do it.

He whined above her as those lovely lips sucked, while her hand seemed to milk his cock, forcing even more cum into her sweet red mouth. All to quickly, it was over.

“My God,” he gasped, shuddering as he fell back against the log.
She watched him with a pleased look on her face. “I can see that I have to teach you the art of pleasing a woman, she said, getting up and pulling her undershirt back into place. She rebutton her dress and swirled it around until it fell into place.
“Now, about Chicago,” she said with a sweet smile.
“Lady, you can have anything you want… other than Ruckus.”

“Follow me to my ranch, so I can get my clothes and my horse, Hurricane, then we will be off,” she said happily. He was suddenly feeling trapped, but she had done it fairly. As he watched her perfect, sweet ass swaying in front of him, he suddenly didn’t care. Her mother and the farm’s only hand, stood watching on the porch as they rode out. They turned their hoses toward Chicago, only 1,500 miles away.