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Tanda (mf)
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Subject: NEW STORY: Tanda [mf/i/u]
When I was 18, it was a fairly common thing for me to go into the
country during the summer. One of my aunts owned a rather large-ish
farm, with a big sprawling farmhouse. They always had extra room, and
escaping from the city was nice, for the most part. I missed my
friends, and missed the large library right down the block from my house
-- the library near the farm was an hour away and kind of small -- but
all in all, the trips were good.
One year, while I was there, my cousin Tanda was there, too. I hadn't
seen Tanda for years, ever since I was 4 and she was 7. She had
changed, of course; but (and this is hardly surprising, since my mother
had always talked about how we would quietly play our own games off in
the corner and not like to be disturbed) we got along very well, walking
at sunset, talking about almost any subject at all, teasing and playing,
and just sitting together.
One early morning, I found Tanda shaking me awake. I panicked for a
minute, looking down to make sure the cotton bedsheet covered me
completely; it did. "Come on, get dressed," she was saying. "You've
*got* to see this."
"Mmmmf," I said. "Nnnnnnnrgh."
"Come *on*," Tanda said, putting her hand on the middle of my chest and
pushing me into the mattress.
"'kay, 'kay, I get up," I muttered. "Jus' 'scuse me for minute..."
"What, you naked under there or something?" she said, making to snatch
at a loose corner of the sheet. I think my clutching at the blanket and
my blush were answer enough. "Well," she grinned, "all right. But
hurry up! Meet me in the hallway."
She left the room; I got up, threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, and
followed her out of the room. She led me down the hallway and down the
main stairs to the farmhouse, and out the kitchen door. We began
walking towards the near barn.
When we got inside the barn, I could hear some frantic shuffling. Tanda
giggled a bit. "C'mon; you have to see this," she said, taking my hand
and pulling me towards one of the wooden dividers.
I peered over the gate. Inside the pen, two pigs were running in a
circle. Every once and again, the pig behind would throw his front feet
up over the back of the pig in front, but then slip off again, and the
chase would begin again.
Tanda giggled again. "He just can't get it in!" This was said with
a sideways glance to me, which I'm sure was just to catch my blush.
The pigs ran around for a bit more, and then, finally, the rear pig
scored. He squealed as he entered the sow, and began a frantic motion
with his hindquarters.
My sex began to sluggishly respond to their coupling. I drew closer to
the fence, and pressed against it, hoping Tanda didn't notice. The pigs
continued with their sex, and then the male pig squealed: all motion
stopped. And then he slid off of her back.
"So," Tanda said, looking sideways at me. She had moved her feet back,
and was leaning forwards on the gate, with her chin almost on the top of
the fence. "Wanna try it?"
I decided to be intelligent. "Uhm," I said. "Try what?"
Her hand slid back, to her waist, and began to gather up her skirt. She
pulled it up and over her rear, exposing her firm pink flesh to me. She
wasn't wearing any panties.
"C'mon," she said. "I know you're hard. You were hard this morning, as
you were dreaming; I could see it through the sheets. I spent some time
looking, before I woke you up." She looked directly at me. "Go ahead.
Put it in me."
I moved around behind her, and looked at her ass. It was firm, and very
rounded. With her feet spread as they were, I could see the cleft
between her cheeks; and lower than that, I could see the base of her
sex. I'd seen womens' parts before, but only on the glossy pages of
magazines. I reached forward, and brushed the fingers of one hand along
her cheek, and touched one finger against her cunt. It was warm, and
slightly wet.
"Not your finger," she said, looking back at me. "Your cock. Fuck me."
My hands fumbled at the snaps and zipper on my jeans. Who was I to
disagree with a command like that? My stiff cock spilled into the cool
air of the barn as my pants puddled around my ankles. I walked
forward, and pressed my cock along the crack of her rear; pushing it
down, and feeling the soft skin pressing against it, I almost came.
She shimmied her rear. "Put it *in*!"
So I did, pressing my harness into her. The heat surprised me, as did
the fluidity of the motion. I had been expecting some resistance, but
didn't find any; I quickly buried myself in her softness, until my belly
was against her ass. "Ahhhhhhh..." we both said.
And, of it's own voilition, my body began to move in and out of her.
The skin at the sides of my cock slid up and down as my staff moved
inside of her. The friction was wonderful; masturbation had never been
like this, even in my late-night fantasies of her. She began moving
with my thrusts, forward as I pulled out, and slamming back on me as I
moved in. All I could hear over the pounding of the blood in my ears
was both of our little moans of pleasure, and the slap of my belly
hitting her rear.
I didn't know I was going to come; I just did. There was none of the
usual build-up, only the sensation of my entire being focusing in the
sensitive head of my cock. And then I erupted into her, throbbing and
pulsing. I had to stop moving, for fear of overloading on sensory
input.
But she didn't stop moving: she was still moving her ass back and forth,
in little circles around my cock. The friction that was so recently
delicious was becoming more than a bit of torture. I felt like I was
going to come forever, into her, until there was nothing left.
"Mmmmm," she said. "Aaaaah," she said. I couldn't say anything; I
could barely keep standing behind her. She was still moving on my
still-hard but no-longer-coming cock; her thrusts were becoming sharper
and sharper, more and more needful. As I regained motor control, I
began to move with her, counterpointing her rhythm as she had done mine
earlier.
Her breathing became sharper. "Ah, ah, oh..." she said, as her motion
stopped. But I kept fucking her, moving within her. I felt her pussy
clamp down on my cock, creating more delicious friction against the now
very-sensitive shaft. Still I moved within her.
"Oh!" She slammed her rear up against me, pushing and pulling my sex
deep within her. "Oh, oh, oh!" And then I felt her inner muscles
relax, still holding me inside of her, and still trembling every once
and again with a wonderful tremor.
And then she stood up, and I slid out of her. Her skirt fell down
again, to cover her lovely sex. My cock, glistening with her juices,
pulsed in the cool air.
"Zip that in, for now," she said. "Let's go back in the house, and get
some breakfast."
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This story © 1993, R. Dominick. Distribution limited to electronic media.
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