Annie almost felt bad. She knew Abigail Mae had taken a liking to this man, but she reminded herself that she was doing this for Abigail Mae’s own good. She’d hate to see the poor young girl hurt if this man did turn out to be as dangerous as Annie feared.

As Abigail Mae busied herself in the kitchen, tidying up after supper, Annie made a sudden reappearance. She entered the dining room almost without a sound and her sudden presence in front of him had startled Bill. He still sat at the table, an empty glass that had apparently contained milk and a sliver of a pie crust on a small plate lay in front of him. Abigail Mae certainly had gone all out. From the looks of the red streaks on the plate it had been cherry pie, unless Annie missed her guess.

She stood over him. Her tall thin frame so close that when he looked up to see her face, he must also take in the sight of her breasts. She took a single finger dragging it across the plate, wiping up a bit of the leftover cherry filling. She ran the bright red across her lips and then sucked at her finger.

She could see Bill’s eyes grow wide, and she expected that with a bit more work they wouldn’t be the only part of him growing. She took another dab of the cherry filling but this time pressed her finger to his lips. He licked at it gently and playfully. He certainly seemed to be getting the hint. Getting his attention off of Abigail Mae might not be as difficult as she’d first thought.

Upon retrieving her finger from his lips she hooked it on the top button in the front of her shirt. She wore a fairly plain blue and white plaid shirt, but because of her large breasts, she often had to leave the top few buttons unfastened. Before reentering the dining room she’d made sure to unfasten two more buttons so that more of her cleavage would be on display. As it stood now, nearly two thirds of her breasts were exposed beneath the striped fabric. The trailing finger down her cleavage and stopping at the shirt had certainly gotten the man’s attention. She could see that he was getting aroused by the growing bulge in his pants.

She grabbed him by the collar and tugged, forcefully enough for him to understand that she wanted him on his feet and planted a long, passionate kiss. Still holding firmly to his collar she made for the door. She wanted to get this show moving before Abigail Mae returned from the kitchen. Just as the she was pulling the door closed behind them, Bill called out, “Thanks again for the supper Abigail Mae. I… uh… I’ll be right back.”

She sighed silently to herself. She’d hoped that he would understand that she wanted him to leave with Abigail Mae being none the wiser, but perhaps his awkward goodbye would serve her purpose well enough. Maybe she’d think he ran off to take a shit or just ran off, either way was fine.

She led Bill out to the small shed where they kept the various tools for tending Abigail Mae’s small, but ever growing, garden. She needed somewhere private, but also somewhere Abigail Mae wasn’t likely to come looking. She thought that after the bunkhouse and the barn, the young girl would most likely give up any search.

Bill’s hands pawed at her aggressively. He was clearly getting into the mood now, but she wasn’t about to let him do things on his terms. Grabbing at his wrists, she moved his hands up from her breasts to her face. He almost immediately took on a gentle tone as he cupped her thin face in his hands. Pressing his lips to hers gently, his scruffy beard rubbed against her face. She’d expected it to be scratchy and rough, but it was quite soft.

As they kissed he began unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it back off his taught shoulders and delivered a series of kisses down his neck, lingered on his nipple, then trailed down his stomach until stopping at his belt. She looked up to see him focused intently upon her. She gave him a playful look and then puckered up and gave his cock a overly dramatic kiss through his pants. The pants were already straining against him, but there was a distinct twitch as she jested.

She sat on her knees before him, but instead of unfastening his pants like he thought, she began to unbutton her shirt. Her large tits hung before her, their small nipples, round and soft pink, perched on the on the upper side of her breasts, almost looking up towards him. The fact that her nipples were on the upper slope of her breast gave them a much perkier and upturned appearance that often defy such large breasts. He seemed to stare in awe, transfixed and wondering what she would do next.

Her fingers traced along his pants, outlining the shape of his cock in his trousers. She could tell that he was now fully erect and it must be almost painful to keep his dick confined. She decided to alleviate such concerns. Opening the fly to his pants, she followed with a swift jerk which sent them swiftly down to around his knees, and sent his cock rocketing straight forward towards her. It was almost spring-like how it bounced out and she let it cease its motion before continuing. Once it hung there in front of her Bill finally spoke up. “You like that?” He flexed his stomach muscles, causing his cock to bounce once more in front of her. She let out what sounded almost like a soft purr as she took the head of his cock in her mouth.

She began sucking, licking and stroking his cock. She was enjoying herself so much that she nearly forgot her purpose here. It was quite easy to lose track with such a nice cock throbbing in front of you and eager to please. She stood in front of him and pressed her body close. His cock pressed against Annie’s taught tummy and she leaned in to his body. He could feel her fidgeting around as she began to remove her pants, all the while making sure her tits stayed pressed against his chest.

When she stepped away, she was nude. Bill stood and took in the amazing sight, letting his eyes go over her entire body. Her brown hair was still pulled back in a pony tail, though it seemed a small strand or two had escaped. Her long thin neck led to angular shoulders barely more than half the width of his. Her lanky arms hung at her side as she stood waiting for him to get his fill. His eyes once again went over her pert breasts and noticing that the nipples seemed even smaller now, as they tightened with arousal. Her waist was so thin he thought he may be able to wrap both hands around her and have his fingers meet in the rear. Her hips barely flared away from her body and led to small slender legs that seemed to run on forever. Between them lay a minute patch of pubic hair, barely even there, right atop her soft pink mound. The sight of such a slender girl standing and waiting should have made her seem awkward, but somehow it only enhanced her appeal. Her frame gave her a demure sense that inflamed his lust even more.

He lunged forward, unable to contain himself any longer. They embraced with a kiss once more and she used her hand to guide his cock. She rubbed the head of the cock against her opening and, understanding her implication, he surged forward, thrusting into her.

He continued to move inside of her, but would often grow distracted by his hands or lips upon her breasts. During his distraction Annie slipped her hand over to a length of rope off to one side of the shed. She wrapped it around her wrist and then around his. He stopped kissing her for a moment to say, “Oh, my. You are a wild one.”

She had him now.