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This story goes back to my years on the farm when after the crops have been harvested the town has a big party celebrating the harvest.

It was a cold October night all the crops from growing season had been harvested and it was now time for the annual ball'

This event is planned yearly it is a way for the town to come together after a bountiful harvest. My mother yelled at the top of her lungs for me to hurry up she didn't want to miss the blessing of the crops by the minister i on the other hand had other ideas. This is the one day when all the farm girls actually look like grown women not some farm hand with a couple of melons that fill out the top of their bib overalls. The two gals who i have watched grow from skinny young gals to now mature women were identical twins Penny and Paula they sure had blossomed into what i was would call definitely fuckable material. They were also no longer tomboys they had discovered how to charm the pant's off of any guy to get what they wanted.

My best friend Steven told me as long as you had money you could get into the twins pants i didn't like the idea of having to spend money just to fuck a local farm girl. If i was going to spend money i would drive to the city and pick up a hooker and get what i was looking for. But the thought of striking out with farm girls wasn't appealing either then i might as well stay home and stroke my cock until i shot cum every where.

At the very least i could go come home if i struck out and still be able to masturbate until i shot my load with out my mother yelling at me for being a naughty boy. Yes my mother had caught me several times stroking my cock looking at porno magazines and i caught hell for it each time . But what she didn't realize was the guy she was fucking Phillip who was also the twins father also liked having his cock sucked by horny teenagers . I had the joys of giving Phillip a blow job right after he had fucked my mother she drifted off to sleep. Phillip came in my room saw me stroking my cock. He pulled his pants down i was drawn to his cock like it was a magnet. I gave Phillip a blow job that i was sure that was a lot better than what my mother could do. Phillip shot his load in my mouth and i didn't waste a drop. I rather enjoyed having a guy cum in my mouth it was something new something exciting.

Phillip whispered that he would also like to put his big fat cock in my boi pussy a thought that intrigued me while i loved fucking women i was curious how it would feel to be fucked by a guy. I met up with Steven and his cousin Albert at the ball they both had bottles of home brew as they called it which most people knew was moon shine a little of that in a girls drink or in the punch you would be able to fuck anything with a skirt. I wanted either Penny or Paula but i knew there was a price to pay one that i might not be willing to over look . At the ball after the blessing of the harvest was a big pot luck dinner my mother brought her favorite baked tuna casserole problem was she brings that every year and she always wonders why no one hardly eats it . My thought was great for leftovers not that she saw it that way.

Then after the meal was when the band would start playing and every thing would start happening and true to form the punch was spiked with some of the home brew and that led to normally prudish girls letting young men have their way with them . I wanted to fuck Paula more than Penny because she had bigger tits and a very nice ass she was not a snob like her sister who took after her mother a size 0 with a personality to match all she was after was to marry the rich k** and look down her nose at every one else . But just once i wanted to cram my cock into her and make her beg me to fuck her harder.

As the band played the young men started to pair up with the farm girls i was not having a good night in that aspect most of the good looking farm girls had gone with other young men leaving my prospects bleak. I was about to wonder home when i saw Miss Jackson struggling to get a spare tire out of her trunk. I said you might as well get dirty changing a tire as you won't get dirty getting any thing else. I walked over and said here let me do that Miss Jackson just smiled as i jacked up her car and changed her flat tire in no time . Miss Jackson then looked at me and how dirty i was she said while don't you ride with me to my place and you can get cleaned up there it's the least i can do after you took the time to change my tire. Sure miss Jackson was all i could say. As we drove to her farm we made small talk and i found out that she was going through a divorce and that her husband was cheating on her with his secretary. I 'm sorry was all i could spit out miss Jackson just looked at me and smiled.

First off call me Jill she said I know your mother James this didn't surprise me at all because every one knew my mother. Alright Jill i said most people call me Jamie now that we are on first name basis i was happy to fix your flat. Jill just smiled and left her hand drift across my knee now i didn't think much of it at the time. We arrived at Jill's place It was a medium sized farm house i noticed she had a horse corral and big barn hard to see in the darkness. Jill took my hand and led me into the house and upstairs where the bath was. Jill handed me three big fluffy towels and said the shower is all yours but put this on when you are done as i want to launder your dirty clothes. What Jill handed me was a big over sized pink bath robe very soft smelled of female perfume.'

As i showered i thought of Jill nice body medium sized tits most likely a thirty four C but very nice ass i could imagine fucking her doggie style my cock got rock hard and i started to stroke it . Just then the shower curtain flew open there stood Jill totally nude smiling i guess you were thinking about me yes i stammered turning beet red . Jill stepped inside a replaced my hand with hers stroking my cock several strokes i moaned and my knees went weak. Don't cum Jamie i started to shake and moaned again. Jill dressed me in the Pink robe and led me into the bed room my jaw dropped i had been set up . There laying on the bed was Penny and Paula's father Phillip totally nude .his big fat cock on display. Phillip smiled well done Jill. now is the time Jaime learns about being fucked Jill took off the robe and took Phillips place one the bed her legs spread wide. Jill's bald pussy on display. Phillip hissed get between Jill's legs and start licking that pussy I did as i was told and Jill started to moan. Then i felt my tight ass being spread and lubed as well next i felt a sharp pain and Phillip's cock was now stretching my boi pussy . I moaned and licked Jill's pussy deeper causing Jill to shudder as an orgasm was building Jill then screamed i'm cumming oh my god Jill's pussy flooded my mouth with her juice.

Phillip was now fucking me as he said he would i could only moan as my pain turned to pleasure and my cock started to spurt from an uncontrolled orgasm. Phillip yelled take it you slut and he fucked me harder until he groaned and unloaded his love juice into my boi pussy. This was a harvest ball i will never forget i got my wish after Phillip finished with me he left to be with my mother. I fucked Jill to two more thunderous orgasms before i shot my cum into Jill's bald pussy.

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The Snowball I was on my way home when I smelled radiator fluid inside my car. I knew right then that I had a leak in the heater coil, so I rolled my window down to let the strong odor escape. That’s when I got hit in the side of my face with a snowball. As I looked around I saw a young girl in a pink coat with white fur run into a house. I parked my car and walked up to the door. A very pleasant woman opened the door. Samantha was thirty years old and my age. She was way to young...

Paint Ball

Paint BallA Fantasy by Sardonicus It all started out as a way to heighten the interest in our Paint Ball competition. The men in our group had been playing for some time and we had the luck to have a member who owned some land out in a rural area. We had converted it to a Paint Ball war field, complete with areas suitable for constructing camps for headquarters. It was a good forty acres in size, with no immediate neighbors, so it was ideal for our purposes. We basically had some...

The Grand Halloween Ball

Meet Candice, a 35 year old single woman with shoulder length black hair and sapphire blue eyes. Her perky breasts are 38C with large nipples and her pussy is always smoothly shaved. She has never had sex with a woman at all as she prefers men with long hard cocks. She had come to the costume shop in search of that perfect Halloween costume. She stood there looking at a variety of costumes; Dancing girls, Witches, Hookers, Policewoman, Queens, Tarzan and Jane matching outfits and...

The Blue Ball

The Blue Ball By Keterra Sands Copyright (c)2000 by Keterra Sands all rights reserved [email protected] This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is unintended. This story contains adult situations, describes sexual activities, and deals with changes of gender. If such material upsets you, or if it's illegal for you to read this - DON'T. This is a science fiction story. About a boy who is captured by aliens for their experiments and...

The Charity Ball

I hate going to charity balls. You have to get dressed in a monkey suit, they’re always so crowded and boisterous that even if you don’t have claustrophobia you feel icky, you have to listen to boring speeches, the band is often either too loud or bad, and the drinks are way overpriced. I have no problem sending money to worthy causes I just don’t like the events that they think they have to sponsor to get donations. My wife, on the other hand, loves to get dressed up, chat with dozens of...

The Charity Ball

I hate going to charity balls. You have to get dressed in a monkey suit, they’re always so crowded and boisterous that even if you don’t have claustrophobia you feel icky, you have to listen to boring speeches, the band is often either too loud or bad, and the drinks are way overpriced. I have no problem sending money to worthy causes I just don’t like the events that they think they have to sponsor to get donations. My wife, on the other hand, loves to get dressed up, chat with dozens of...

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