The Strawberry Tease

"Yes." The small answer escaped from her full, natural lips.

"Here baby," he said, grabbing a strawberry and inserting it into her mouth. With her arms holding her body up for balance, she was helpless at pushing his hand away. She took a bite of the fruit, her body flexing and arching as she swallowed.

"It tastes so good, Alex," she whispered.

"I know it does, baby. But I want you to suffer just like I have been watching you all this time." He slapped her bottom for a last time; the tight skin of her ass jiggled, almost like ripples on a pond. "That's all, sweetheart," he concluded. "That's punishment enough." And he rubbed her ass that was aflame with his good-natured spanking. It was time, now, to heal her. "Open your mouth," he instructed. She did so.

He inserted a fresh, ripe strawberry for her to suck on and chew. And she ate it handlessly and hungrily, relying on his grip to feed her. Rubbing her sweet ass up and down, his hand continued to slide down to her open legs; her open pussy lips were a sight to behold. The soft down of hair only excited him even more. He gently slipped his rough, long middle finger into her open hole. It was gaping for his attention, and he couldn't help but feel excited while he watched his finger penetrate her hole and, at the same time, watched her sucking on the juicy strawberry that he fed to her. Both ends were taken at once and he felt a manly pride at accomplishing such a sexy thing.

The teenager's full lips suckled on the fruit, and she whispered to him, "Your hands feel so good, Alex."

"Do they, baby? They feel so good on you. So soft." He withdrew his finger gently and rubbed her pussy softly. "That's enough, sweetheart. It's time for you to get on your knees for me."

Mary adjusted her body and climbed over Alex's lap, taking one final suckle of the fruit he fed to her. Not at all surprised by his demand, Mary giggled, her tits jiggling with her throaty chuckle and climbed her way onto the floor in between his knees. He spread them so willingly to make room for her. She had retrieved the strawberry basket and set it next to her on the plush carpet. It was time to sex it up.

His legs, lanky and hairy with a down of light brown hair, spread themselves; his thighs - his thick, beautiful thighs - were two plush pillows that doubled in size when he sat, and she couldn't help but eye how thick and generous they appeared. But his cock, oh his wonderful cock, was absolutely beautiful. It stood straight up in its love for her and a light, modest amount of precum flowed from the tip. Alex couldn't help but notice her licking her lips while she eyed his size and he, without thinking, began stroking himself in front of her. Her eyes widened and she chewed a corner of her mouth, uncertain but eager to make his size work inside her small, round mouth.

One of her small, delicate hands held a strawberry for her mouth to suckle. The other hand stroked his big cock. They stroked it together, his hand over hers. He was showing this sweet girl how he enjoyed being touched, though he had a feeling she may already know just by instinct. Alex tossed his head back on the couch, moaning, but unable to take his eyes from her for very long, he watched her: with her sweet lips twice as red and wet from the fruit, she put the food down and began to lick his leaking cock up and down like a lollipop.

"Oh Mary, honey," he whispered. "That feels so nice. You're so good at this."

"Do you like it?" she asked innocently, knowing full well the answer.

Alex rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh God, you have no idea, baby. I love your sweet little lips on me like that. Look at me. Look at me, baby."

She raised her eyes from under her soft lashes and they smiled at one another gently. It was one of the sexiest smiles he had ever witnessed. It said everything. It told him everything that she dared not say. He stroked her hair softly, adoring her from his dominant position on the sofa. This girl, this sweet young woman, made him feel like a king. It was amazing that she was able to bring this feeling to him. The control felt wonderful.

"Would you like me to suck it?" she asked innocently.

"Oh fuck, yes, baby. Suck on it for me. W-would you please?" he stuttered out, his lips dry in anticipation.

"I don't know," she said stroking it and watching the drops of precum squeeze out. "I just don't know if you deserve it after all your meanness this morning."

He grinned in complete torture from her teasing. "Well," he replied, in his deep, sexy voice. "I had to punish you, baby. You've been picking on me for too long."

"Have I?" she giggled and kissed the soft, wet underside. He nearly shot his load right there.

"Mmm," he groaned. "Yes. Yes, you have. You've got to make it up to me, baby."

She glanced off to the side for a minute, smiled that seductive smile that he had fallen in love with, and gently, slowly, wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock. She could not take the full size into her mouth, so she sucked the first few inches and sweetly stroked the rest up and down with her hand. Her mouth felt so wet, like a moist sleeve that was made especially for him to slip into. He watched her, softly bucking his hips to meet her suckles and kisses. Every now and then, when she needed a breath, she would renew her mouth with a fresh strawberry, and during one instance the juices of the fruit stained his cock a light scarlet color. She was marking her territory.

Mary slipped his giant piece of manhood out of her mouth and began to nuzzle his excitement. The head nudged the angles of her nose and stained her chin. She rubbed the tip sweetly on the roundness of her cheeks. She was breathing heavily, the lips of her face agape in a hormonal rush, her eyes closed as if the sight of his erection would make her cum without touch. She sighed. His precum stained her porcelain flesh like a shining coat. Alex loved staining his sweet girl's flawless skin. Now he was marking his territory.

Alex's moans became more and more urgent as he bucked his hips without hesitation. He was in a frenzy. Mary knew he was close to cumming. With the steady rocking of his hips and as her passionate sounds of sucking becoming more heated, the old rickety sofa was bumping up against the wall, very lightly, in a steady heartbeat that went rock-rock-rock.

The young woman on her knees before him took his big, rough hand and led him down to the carpet with her. They sat for a moment on the floor, kissing each other and feasting on each other's lips; her lips tasted so sweet and moist and he, his mouth was so dry and in anticipation of what was to come. He could taste himself on her. They caressed each other's bodies, readying each other, soothing each other in a most hurried way. Though these were two very lustful young people, they were also very much in love, though Alex, the older and wiser of the two, was the only one who had seen this fact.

She took him in all his nakedness and lied him down on his back and climbed atop his body. His length stretched out before her like a long road. His body smelled like a masculine odor of the outdoors and of earth-trodden, dry dirt. His body was rough with grain. It was a masculinity that she loved so much. In contrast, her body was soft and touchable, feeling cleansed as if she had just emerged from a bubble bath. Her magnificently small waist was tiny as it tucked in naturally, and her hips flared out as she positioned herself above his erection. They sighed in unison when she positioned his creamy head at her willing hole; it was this touch they had both been longing for. She sat down upon him, his leaking semen now dripping into her accommodating and willing teenage body. Young Mary moved rhythmically, his body shifting up and down with her fluid motions. Back and forth they moved, Mary's teenage tits thrust forward, Alex feeling the softness of her pubic hairs tickling his full and heavy balls. They needed to be emptied.

The sight of her looked almost profanely ethereal as her hair glowed in the sunlight. He decided that she was an angel and he wanted to make love to her always. And he was astounded at the beauty of her full breasts. They bounced and jiggled as she rode him in an almost childish glee, smiling but never breaking a sweat upon her beautiful skin. His eyes rolled back into his skull.

"Oh baby, that's it. Fuck me, sweetheart."

"You like it, huh?" she asked breathlessly.

"Oh, I do. I do."

"I do, too. I love your big, wet dick." She swiveled her hips to take him deeper. Her actions were so sexual and free, and her words - her nasty words - were in such contrast to her angelic face.

"Oh, I know, baby. I know you love cock."

He was breaking out into a sweat he had never before experienced. Seeing this naked girl on him, riding his big cock, completely unlike any other woman he'd ever known, bold in her sexuality, immodest about her beauty...It struck him that she was the perfect girl to balance with his more reserved personality traits. And damn could she balance, he thought to himself, watching in awe at her lovemaking abilities.

The carpet was rubbing up against his naked back, causing a fiery, red rugburn. At that point, it didn't matter. In fact, he welcomed the tattoo she was giving him, and he reached up and took her small, round face and kissed her passionately as both his tongue and cock were inside her at one time. He loved to invade her and she, in turn, loved to surprise him with her precocious skill.

"I'm going to cum," she said breathlessly.

"Oh Mary, oh sweetheart," he groaned. "Cum all over my cock, baby."

"Oh God, oh Alex."

"Yes baby, that's it. Cum. Cum on me, my sweet little sex kitten."

She rode him in a frenzied manner, swiveling her hips and tossing her hair behind her shoulder, breaking into the first sweat he had ever seen her in. The heat was getting to her too. Her little body stopped abruptly, and she began to tremble. His large body was stretched out in front of her as he watched her face contort in pleasure. When she came, she was a messy girl and at that moment she squirted out all her adoration for him, staining his dick and the lower part of his abdomen.

Alex could smell her sexiest of fragrances and he pumped up into her tight body, desperate more than ever to cum inside of her. His hands ran up over her curved hips, up to her petite waist, which expanded at her ribcage and up to her full, glorious breasts. They were so lovely. She was so lovely. He looked into her big, blue eyes that were nearly growing a passionate teardrop and he came, squirting his goo into this sweetest of girls. His voice let out a ripped roar that surprised even him in all his years of lovemaking and the yelp echoed throughout the empty house.

Their heavy breaths became faint now and their bodies calmed. They looked at one another for a moment, her body still atop him. No words needed to be said. They knew. They knew they had each other. She looked at him sweetly, almost questioningly, and he answered her silent question with a nod of his head. She smiled and whispered, "I love you, too." It was understood.

After a slight pause, Mary, in a feminine, careful manner, withdrew himself from her and lied beside him on the carpet, her slim tanned arm webbed across his broad chest. They lied there naked for a few minutes, holding each other, caressing each other's warm skin. Their teasings had accumulated to this moment and he couldn't help but kiss her sweetly on the forehead, now wearing a sheen of perspiration. He smiled and referred to her as, "the hardest working girl on the farm."

She giggled and held his hand. They studied their hands together, his so much bigger and rougher, and hers small and delicate, and somehow free of the callouses that he had so often. He stroked her fingers with his thumb, looking at how girlish they were and what a lucky man he was to have such a wonderful woman in his life.

At that moment they heard a group of voices approaching the farmhouse. The workers were taking their last break of the morning before they knocked off for the rest of day. Alex knew that at least two or three of them would have to come inside to use the bathroom and he froze for a minute, knowing he and Mary must save themselves from embarrassment. But he found himself unable to tear himself away from sweet little Mary.

Mary read his mind as if he had a book written all over his face and grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs to where the bedrooms were. They ran like two naked and naughty children, away from their place of sin.

"Which room?" Mary called out.

"Second on the right," Alex laughed. "Mine is second on the right."

They ran in all their nudity to the named room, and they burst into it, slamming the door behind them, and falling in a fit of giggles onto his double bed. Their moist skin was a mangle of limbs as they hugged and kissed and crawled upon each other once again.

Mary noticed that, during their lovemaking, Alex took over like the man that she knew he was. Outside of the bedroom he was reserved and almost shy, but when he made love, he knew how to command and laid down the rules for her to follow. This dominance did not fit with his everyday demeanor, but he had sexed her like an experienced Lothario. It thrilled her. And Mary? Her adventurous and kinky spirit, her willingness to go with what he wanted made him feel as though he ruled her, and he did at those times. All of her bold strength in the more platonic hours of life crumbled into complete obedience to him when they were in private, and she loved his power. Yes, the balance of their personalities suited them well.

Downstairs, as the workers gathered in the yard by the house for food and drink and rest, some noticed the discarded clothing beneath the tree: Mary's skimpy denim shorts and cutoff red shirt that had exposed her firm tummy that morning. The more perverted of the boys picked at her clothes and investigated the polka-dot panties and low-cupped bra she had left behind. Also discarded was a man's old dusty t-shirt that they surmised belonged to Alex, the farmer's son. The boys paid less attention to this article of clothing; it was boring. All this was solid testimony to the sexy relationship that they had all known was coming. On a farm, gossip spreads like wildfire. Everybody knew what had happened and they laughed heartily about it. The guys figuratively patted Alex on the back for scoring with the hottest female farmhand. The girls rolled their eyes with exasperation while the men were both jealous and hard.

Meanwhile, upstairs, unaware of their co-workers' discovery, Mary and Alex made out on his bed like two horny kids. Their touches were alive and wandering; they were ready to go again. And again. And again.

Part Seven: Extending the Olive Branch

The abandoned clothing on the lawn was waiting to be discovered by Patrick. And so it was. There wasn't a thing on the farm that happened that he wasn't aware of. But Alex let the chips fall where they may. His constant love for Mary was not something that could be interrupted or set aside, not even if he wanted to do such a thing.

Mary's love for him was fierce. She continued to tease him and taunt him as they worked side by side on the farm and made love when the chances arose: giving him a blowjob in the tall stalks of the cornfields, screwing each other in the back of a steamy car, making love in Mary's childhood bedroom that was donned with glistening posters and clothes strewn all over the floor.

One afternoon in June, Alex and Mary sat at the kitchen table of the farmhouse, eating. The young couple had worked up quite an appetite under the blaze of the sun and Alex had prepared hot dogs and hamburgers on the outdoor grill, amongst other things. The young couple talked and giggled with each other, playing footsie under the table. Their short, lovely romance had become something of a paradox. There was the newness, the discovery of first love for both of them, but also in their relationship there was a great air of something that made them feel comfortable with each other: familiarity.

One thing about dating a boy on a farm, Mary mused to herself, was that there was always plenty of food to be devoured. Set upon the wooden table where they sat were the previously mentioned hot dogs and hamburgers, yes, but also a plate of corn on the cob, a bowl of fruit, and a pitcher of lemonade. It was quite a feast Alex had prepared.

But the idyllic nature of the afternoon was interrupted by a creak of the kitchen door and the clicking of steps. It was Patrick. Upon laying his eyes on the two young lovers, he was not in the mood for holding hands and dreamy glances across the air. He had had enough of their infatuation, mostly because he had not felt that way himself as of late. Patrick felt - and knew - he was losing his son to the autonomy that inevitably awaited him. Not to mention the grip of this beautiful girl's open arms and open legs.

Alex smiled up at his father and so did Mary. They were not smug smiles; they were simply grins of contentment. They ate comfortably, their excited banter having dissipated since Patrick walked in. The content of their conversation was not something a father ought to hear.

Then, in the beaming rays of sunlight in the yellow, homey kitchen, Patrick could finally see what he had been blind to all along: these two young people were in love. Anyone could see it. He stood there watching them, unaware that he was rudely staring. He spoke quietly, making one last-ditch effort to persuade his son to remain on his side.

"Alex, I..." his voice trailed off.

His sentence was halted by a gesture Mary had made. From the bowl of fruit, she plucked a red apple. It was bright and gleaming with promise and with lovely sin. She held it out towards Alex. He took it from her in a gentle way, accepting her offer: this was one ripe piece of forbidden fruit that he dare not let slip through his fingers. He took a bite and the juices dripped down his chin.

Wiping up his face with a napkin, Alex did something that his father did not expect. He took an orange from the same bowl and held it up to his father. It was an offer of friendship, a suggestion to bury the hatchet.

Patrick needed no further prompting. Nearly stunned, he accepted the fruit from his son and, as Alex pulled out the chair next to him, sat beside his boy and across from his rather devilish new girlfriend. It was a new beginning for the three of them, without bitterness or hostility, and they ate together. They shared a meal together and began to speak of things which were innocuous and gleeful. Slowly, the trio settled into a comfortability that had been foreign to them.

What Patrick had first perceived as losing a son, he now perceived as adding a feminine presence to the family. It was a wonderful presence, light-hearted and lively, and she was welcomed into the home for all the days thereafter.