Dixie

I lived on a two hundred and fifty acre farm in Ohio
with my mother, father, and litttle brother two years
younger than me. My father was a professor of classic (Roman
and Greek history, Latin and Greek languages, and ancient
philosphy at a middle size church college.

My father considered himself a “gentleman farmer”,
we raised corn and hay to support a herd of about fifty
beef cattle, twenty to thirty hogs, and a few hundred
chickens. My father was 16 years older than my mother. She
had been a student in some of his classes. He and she started to
secretly date. I only recently learned he was fired when
they announced their engagement. Father, get the position at
the Ohio school the following year, and mother graduated
from the other college in Indiana. They married and I born
two years later.

I had a fair normal childhood, but was expected to
help on the farm, feeding and watering the animals, and
weeding the garden, etc. My brother and I grow up with the
Greek classics and know that people screwed just like the
cows and pigs. I however could not imagine letting some
man put his thing up me. I had seem my little brother’s
dick daily until I was about eight or nine, because we toke
baths together. When I was about eleven life started to
change dramatically for me, I rapidly grow a great set of
titts, nearly as great as my mother’s, and at twelve I had
my first period. Boys started noticing me, particularly the
8th grade boys at my school. However, our school bus carried
both the grade school and high school kids, and one junior
our church’s ministers son always seemed to find a seat
near me. I kind of thought of him like a real nice big
brother. In the spring Paul the ministers son really
surprised me. He asked me to his Junior-Senior Prom. I said
you know I am only in the sixth grade and my parents would
never let you take me out. I thought the subject was over
with until the next afternoon. Paul was not on the school
bus. That afternoon after school when I get home, Paul’s
father’s car (a black ’48 Ford) was setting in our drive.
When my brother and I opened the door and I yelled for mom,
she replied, “out in the kitchen sweety.” I went went to the
kitchen, and there was Paul drinking milk and eatting a
cookie. She looked at me and said “Paul tells me he asked you
to the School Prom, and you told him that we would not allow
you to go. Would you like to go?” I know one 8th grade girl
who had been asked, and her parents had a kitten fit over
it. Now here is my mother asking me a 6th grader if I wanted
to go to the Junior-Senior High School Prom. I looked at
Paul, and said “why aren’t you going with Sally Carter.”
Paul replied, “I stopped dating her before school started
this year.” My mother then said, “well sweety it settled,
you can go with Paul to the Prom. I’ll talk with your father
tonite about it. And you can tell Paul tommorrow on the
school bus.” Paul left, and dad came home, but nothing was
said during suuper or during the evening before we went to
bed. However, much to my surprise at breakfast, my dad said
“your mother tells me you have been invited to the High
School Prom by Paul.” Now what, I just said “yes daddy.” Dad
then said, “It should be O.K., but you both have to know
there will be certain rules.” He then laid out the rules,
the biggest one to be home within one hour after the dance
ended at midnight. Wow, here I was a 6th grader going to a
High school Prom. I couldn’t wait to tell Paul. Here was a
great looking baseball player, guy who broke up with the
coolest looking and build cheerleaders to go out with me.
I suddenly went from thinking of myself as this guy’s sister,
to thinking how cool it would be to be his girlfriend. I
also thought, oh my God, I don’t know how to dance. I ran
back by Paul’s seat on the bus, and said “It’s O.K.”

Soon the roamer was around both the grade school,
and the high school that Paul and I would be attending
the Prom. This definitely made me the hot chick in the
school, but his Principal was giving Paul a bad time about
this. Paul’s dad went and saw the Principal and no more was
said. Paul’s dad, the minister invited our family over for
dinner after church that following Sunday. It seems Paul dad
was also much old than his mother. His dad and my dad, his
mother and my mother, and his sister the same age as my
brother all seemed to get along great. In the four weeks
before the Prom our two families must have gotten together
a dozen times.” Mom had Carol a freshman down the road come
over and teach me to dance with Dick Clack and American Band
Stand. Paul and I had no dates before the Prom, only the
family get-togethers, and seeing each other on the bus. the
night of the Prom went great, except for two bitchs there
made nasty comments, about Paul wanting a green cherry. I
didn’t understand that one for a couple of years.

To my surprise Paul must did too. He regularly
started taking me places, the movies, bowling, basketball
games, and when spring came want me to come see him in all
baseball games. He always told mom and dad, exactly where
we were going and when we would be home. We were definitely
a couple from the Prom nite on. Paul kissed my hand and my
cheek the Nite of the Prom and over the two years before he
went off to college he had progressed to feeling my titts,
and ass, and the nite before he left for college at another
Church college about a hundred and fifty miles away, he
opened my blouse and lossened my bra to kiss and suck my
breast for a few minutes. I objected a bit but really wanted
him to continue. He backed off and said he was sorry. I
reassured I forgave him and still loved him. He started
telling me he loved the second date after the Prom, the Prom
his Senior year started talking about after he was ordained
we would get married.

With Paul gone thing start to change. I was in the
8th grade and the hot chick for all the boys in the 8th
grade, most thought I had fucked Paul, even some of the
girls would say things like “what does it feel like”. I
would always answer “I don’t know, remember he’s a
minister’s son, and is going to be a minister too. Then, I
would remember how hot he was the nite before he left for
college, and I was too.

Paul started writing nearly every day and I would
reply. But by October he was writting only once a week, and
there were fewer “I love you’s” in each one. A week before
thanksgiving I got a letter saying “See Thanksgiving Day for
dinner at my house with your family”. Much to my surprise,
and my folks’ surprise when we got there, Paul’s family was
there, but so was Sally Carter. Sally was going to a State
University less than fifty miles a way from Paul College.
After dinner Paul took me aside and told me Sally had been
driving over to see him every week since October. Paul don’t
have a car so he was stuck on campus, or would need to take
a Grey Hound home which would take too much time and he
could not afford. Bullshit. I would have bet my now ripe
cheery he was fucking Sally. Because she started going with
Ted Collins after she broke up with Paul, and Ted was the
biggest cock hound in the town. If they didn’t put out they
got out, and she went with him for almost a year.

My mom and dad could tell I was upset when we left
the thanksgiving dinner that day. Mom said “you hadn’t
planned to go to that church youth group meeting in Columbus,
tommorrow and the weekend, would you like to go now? I said,
“it’s probably to late and I don’t feel like it.” Mom called
the group leader, and they had a cancellation. She told me,
but I was not every enthusiastic about being in room with
three other girls my age, and I just know they would all
know about Paul’s “new” girl friend (whore). But I agreed,
there sure would be any great time at home.

Before I left Friday morning for the church youth
group meeting, mom and I were in the kitchen, she said did
you and Paul ever do it. I played real dumb. “ever do what
mom?” Mom said “have sex?” “Not even close”, I replied.
“Good!” she said.

We went on the church bus to Columbus. The meetings
were boring, and I was in no mood to be intellectual.
However, after the afternoon meeting on Saturday, a guy
started taking to me. The usual bullshit, where you from,
what grade are you in. I am Richard from Wooster, a sophmore,
in the chess, math, and science club. He was not tall and
good looking or athletic like Paul, but he seem realy
interested in me. I thought here is a titt man. He want to
touch these juggs of mine. He invited me to dinner, we were
suppose to have a large group that evening, about eight
hundred kids from around the state. At dinner, I suggest we
skip the meeting and go to a movie. He hesitated, saying
“I don’t want you to get in trouble”, and I said They will
never miss us, and I can be back for bed check by 10:30. We
walked down High St. and around Broad Ave. found a movie
we agreed on. I remember it was a romance of some kind. He
asked where I want to sit. I said in the belconey way in
back. I wanted to give this sucker every chance possible to
feel me up. He only held my hand, sweet but I wanted more
action than this. After the movie as we walked back to the
hotel, he said he would like to see me more, and could I
give him my address and phone number, I said sure I would
give it to him tommorrow at the morning worship service.
So now I making dates for church. After the service we were
to leave to go home. Right after church, he asked me if I
needed help carrying down my bag. I said sure. I wasn’t
completely packed and still had out my Kotex pad, I know he
saw me put them in the bag and it embrassed me. If he did
see them he pretend not to. I start to get my hanging bag,
when he said, “let me get that for you”.I Stept backwards
and right into his arms, he turned me and kissed me right
on the lips. It was good, very good, but the bus was leaving
in less than a half hour. When that wonderful minute was
over he said “you are beautiful!” I don’t think Paul ever
told I was beautiful. Good looking, and even sexy, but never
beautiful. He went down to the bus and we said goodbye. I
went away feeling good, but not sure he would write. By the
following Friday morning I was thinking about what I could
do for the weekend now that I didn’t have a boyfriend. When
I got home from school my mom handed me a letter from
Richard addressed to Dixie (my last name), the most
beautiful girl in the whole wide world. “Who is Richard?”
” Just a boy I meet at the church youth meeting in
Columbus.” In a very demanding voice not like my usual mother
“Tell me every thing!” Just to releave her I told her every-
thing. She said, she didn’t approve of me skipping a meeting
, what if someone had notice and started hunting for me.
Think of the problem it would have caused. “and were you in
that hotel room by yourself with that man”, I told her yes,
but he wasn’t a man yet. I didn’t tell her about the kiss,
but I should have. Because in anger I said “mother if you are
so damn curious you can read the letter”. She said “O.K.
Missy, open it and we will read it.” The opening line was a
killer, “Dearest Dixie, I will never forget our kiss in the
hotel room. OOPs! Now mom was really upset! But as we read
further she commented down. He said I don’t know what you
have been throught recently, but you looked like you needed
to know someone cared for you, we may only be friends in the
future, but always be assured at least one person will
always care. He talked about other things, but this really
struck a cord with my mom. She cried for a couple of minutes,
and said “I know you were hurt, but I thought only we know
that.He must be really a great boy!”. I wrote him back that
nite, and was ready to put it in the mail box for the
postman. Mom looked at me, “would you like to invite him for
the Church Christmas Dance.” “Very much” was the only
answer possible. “Your father and I talked it over last
night.” I hurried upstairs and added a P.S. to the letter.

Momday evening, I was wondering if he had gotten my
letter when the telephone rang. It was him and he want to
come, but want to talk with my father. Daddy got on the
phone, and I head so “no way are you going to stay two
nights in a hotel, you will use our extra room.” So it was
all arranged. My mother, said she “I going to sew you the
most beautiful party dress in the world for the most
beautiful daughter in the world.” And she did – it was a
strapless red velvet gown. The top of my titts with lots of
crack showed. I said “mom am I going to be able to dance,
without embrassing myself.” Be assure she fit it so no way
would there be accident.

He came a whole day before the dance, and we walked
around the farm, there was just the thinnest layer of snow on
the ground. He made the greatest impression on my dad, here
was a high school sophmore, who could read and write Latin,
know Roman and Greek History, and sounded like he know the
famous Greek philosphiers as friends. I think this impressed
mom in a different way, I think she was remembering a young
girl in a professor’s class fifteen years her senior. Mom
asked after we came back each of about three walks, if he
put any moves on me. I reassured her. On Saturday the day
of the dance he helped my dad with the morning farm chores,
some thing else Paul never did
.
At the dance he really surprised me. I was hoping he
would be a fair dancer. He was great! Even though the dance
was four hours long with the band on the floor for three
hours, and we didn’t miss a single dance – it was over all
to soon. He did give me a couple of sweet cheek and shoulder
kisses at the dance. We drive right home, because he didn’t
want to keep me up to late, so we could go to church
tomorrow.

After we all went to bed I sneaked over to the spare
room and kneeled over him and said “Are you awake”, “yes
came the reply, but you better go back to your room your
parents wouldn’t like this at all”. I said, “just one kiss.”
“O.K. one kiss and you are out of here”. I knelt over him
again and kissed him a deep kiss, and held on to him. He
pulled away. “I see you in the morning”. I thought he must
be a virgin like Paul was before that whore Sally got him.

The next morning the family and Richard all went to
church. Paul was home from college and seating there with
Sally. After the service Paul and Sally started walking
toward us. I said to Richard, that’s my ex and I don’t want
to talk to him. But Paul called out “Dixie, I like to meet
your new friend, I hear he a great dancer.” So, we pause,
and Richard whispered in my ear I’ll handle this.” Paul
said “has Dixie told you about us.” Richard immediately came
back with “yes the good, the bad and the ugly. My name is
Richard, it was nice meeting you but we need to leave.”
In really I hadn’t told Richard anything about Paul not even
his name. When we were outside I said, ‘I never told you
about Paul”. “Oh yes you did, your sadness the first day
I meet you told me everything I needed to know!”

The family and Richard went back home for dinner,
it was starting to snow heavy now. Richard said to my dad
“we had better feed and water the animals before our dinner
with this snow. He agreed. We changed clothes and went to the
barn and took care of the animals. After dinner Richard
looked out the window and said “if you don’t mind I probably
should stay another night until they clear the roads?” In
near unison mom and dad said “yes stay”. Mom added, “unless
Dixie wants you to Leave.” “No, After the way Richard
defended me in church with Paul this morning, I want my
Knight in shining armor as long as possible.” A few moments
late Richard said in front of the family, “Dixie do you want
to go out with me and walk in the snow. I said yes. Mother
assured we were both bundled up.

As we walked pass the barn, Richard said let’s see
how the animals are doing?” I said “they are fine, the barn
is well sealed and almost as warm as the house”. “I know,
just humor me” he opened the door and we went in. He climb
the ladder into the hay loft and said come on up. Up on the
hay was a white “farmer’s quilt” blanket, my reaction was,
“where did the quilt come from” He said “you know with this
well sealed barn curing hay can give off so much heat it
will get hot up here.” He layed down on the blanket and said
lay down here beside me. I hiesitated for a moment and he
pulled me down beside him. He kissed me lightly on the lips,
soon my shirt and bra were in the hay, I did not even notice
them coming off. He kissed my sholders, licked the nips of
my titts, sucked in a mouthful, rolled me over and kissed my
back, his mouth and hands moved over my whole up body for
what seemed like hours. I heard the click of the snap, and
the zipper opening, it was almost like music. He kiss my
stomach and belly botton, now my jeans had melted away, only
my white pantes remained in place. I could feel his hands on
my the cheeks of my butt, a kneading action like bread
dough. He again kissed the top half of my body, I was now so
hot he could have done anything and I have gladly consented.
Now he ago moved his kisses and hands south goes to my toe
and with ihis hands and his lips on the inside of my theighs.
Again sometime during this my pantes disappeared. His tongue
was now on my clitoris and moved from there to my cunt, his
tongue could reach my now ripe cherry. Back and forth from
one to the other. I was now moaning as loud as the cows could
moo. In probable a minute or less I was having an earth
shaking orgasm. I suddenly awoke from this dream state to
find Richard licking and sucking my titts, and his cock
just barely inside me touching my maidenhead, not pushing at
it but just touching it, he withdraws it and somehow brings
it against my clitoris outside the vagina, again it goes
into my vagina, and a slight pressure against my prize,
again out and rubbing against my clitoris, I going into
another orgasm, arching my back and his penis slips into
the entrance of my pussy but not pass the cherry, I can feel
the pulsing of my entire vagina from the beginning to the
end. This time he start a slow rocking motion, bring it to
the edge of the opening and back into the maidhead,
increasing the pressure a little bit each time, and after
about the tenth time I feel a tremendous sharp but pleasent
pain, and feel blood flowing down, he withdraws to the
entrance this it a burning pain that brings me to a third
orgasm. He continues slow deep strokes, each feels better
until a new joy run through my body, not exactly an orgasm,
but my cunt is again pulsing and tighting with each stroke,
Richard is now crying out, and I can feel him coming. It is
a flood of love juice, he speeds up the pace and I come
again. He is now moaning, and I join in a new round of
uncontrol moaning. Richard is now soft. I say “Oh my God
you didn’t have any protection on.” Don’t worry kitten your
period end yesterday didn’t it.” “Yes” I said. “But how did
you know.” Remember in the Hotel room your box of pads, your
trash basket had only one pad in it meaning you were just
stating or ending your period. That was just about 28 or 29
days ago. When I Get here there was only one pad the first
day in your bathroom trash basket and none yesterday,
therefore your period was just ended. And you are nearly a
100 afe the three days following your period. So if you are
interested we have another day.” I gragged that sweet little
intellect’s dick and said “how soon can you make it” “A few
of your kisses and I ready” Deep, shallow, fast, slow with
lots of kissing and licks. And he was not lying four more
orgasm for me, and he went limp again. We had both just
stopped moaning when I heard the barn door open. My mom
calling “are you two in here”. I hung my head over the edge
of the hay moun, “I am just showing Richard the hay moan”.
“OK sweety, but don’t stay up there too much longer, supper
will be in a half hour, and you know how your is about
having supper on time. When the door closed. We both
laughed. We had sex four more time that weekend.Richard was
just such a master at sex I had to ask him how many women he
had before me. His answer shocked, and I wanted to cry. He
answered,”oh, I’ve lost count there have been so many (long
pause0, they have all been in my mind as I read sex manuals.
As the years have passed, I have sorry for all the girls
who deprived of the sex manuals of the thirties, forties,
and early fifties. When Richard turned 18 he asked my
parents for permission to marry me on my 16th birthday.
We have been happily making love for 41 years and married
for 39 years. We have two daughters. One 36 and grow with
two young kids. The daugther other just turned 16, we had
her because smarty said we are safe now that your periods
have stopped. But moaning has never stopped, after my dad
died two years ago, we had mom down for the Christmas
Holidays. At the breakfast table with her young grand
daughter there mom said to “Nancy how do you get any sleep
around here with all the moaning, moaning.” Our bright
daugther said ,”its easy Grandma, it’s like living near an
airport you get use to it, but I never allow my dates to
pass when they go to bed.” And then mom totally shocked me,
“at least they went out in the barn the first, I still have
their honeymoon quilt they forgot in the barn with a blood
stain. If you think they are bad now I was standing down
below the hay moan the first time and your mother was loader
than the cows.” Richard also told me he wanted to fuck me
that first in the hotel, but wanted the right place and time.
It sure was.


P.S. Paul and Sally were married and got divorce after
two years. I would have been a whore too if
Richard had not been a real man, faithful. I know
if he had left that day I would still be hunting for
Mr.perfect. Please guys don’t fuck us unless you
are sure you want to keep us. Every woman will
always love her first forever. So find yourself
a virgin and keep her. Any other women is a whore
and you will never have her total love, just left
overs re-heated.

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