Tupped at the Agricultural Show

"Ooh." went Sam.

Randolph moved her legs further apart and let his tongue explore pushing the soft folds to the side, opening them like petals to get at the nectar within. He stirred the liquid warmth and felt Sam respond. He rose and spread the towel across a trestle table.

"Lie down, Sam."

Sam did as she was told. It was not a very long table and to lie on it Sam had had to draw her knees up and place her feet flat on the wooden boards. Carefully Randolph spread her knees apart exposing her sex. He gazed at the delight before him, the bush of fair curly hairs half obscuring her slit, the little pink clit hood with the tiny (but pleasingly prominent) bud behind, the outer lips decorated with a few tiny fair hairs and the quite lengthy inner lips spread a little to either side, before kneeling and burying his face between Sam's thighs, savouring the viscous wetness as he pushed his tongue into her and rotated it round and round. Sam squirmed.

With practised technique Randolph excited Sam with little teasing flicks to the clit, slow sensuous drawing of his tongue along the soft folds, penetration by his tongue into her recess - a penetration he intended later to follow up with a longer appendage, one intended for just that purpose; indeed one now fully ready for that task.

"Is that good?" he said.

"Oh yes, so good," Sam sighed. Her mind filled with the pleasure of Randolph's tongue, of being exposed and pleasured. She did not think that what she was letting him do was not what she had intended, or would even have thought of doing, when she came to the show; or of what her boyfriend might have thought of the situation could he see her.

"You're going to come soon, I can feel it. Just like your boyfriend makes you."

"Yes, come soon, please."

Randolph stroked the inside of Sam's thighs with his fingertips, drawing his fingers down closer and closer to her open and wet sex. Her thighs shook slightly and Sam moved them just a little wider, then a bit together again. Randolph played with her sex with his fingers, watching as he moved the soft folds, dipped one, two, then three fingers into her, seeing them disappear before pulling them out and seeing how wet and shiny they had become. He began a slow, orbiting massage of Sam's clit. Closer and closer his fingers came until, as he touched the little button standing so very obvious - a veritable island in a pool of wetness, Sam came gasping and opening and shutting her thighs as Randolph watched, his fingers at work stirring her pleasure.

He waited, giving Sam space, allowing her to recover.

"What do you do for your boyfriend when he has made you come?"

"Next?"

"Yes, next when he hasn't come but you have come."

"Make him come."

"How do you do that?"

"All sorts of ways."

"How would you do that now if he had just made you come?"

"With my mouth."

"You should do that."

The sun was beating down on the tent and the temperature inside with the flap closed was rising. Sam got slowly off the table, no longer cold and wet but glowing with perspiration and the excitement of sex. Her breasts moved with her breathing as she knelt in front of Randolph, her bare knees on the soft grass crushing it and releasing its scent. She began to undo Randolph's belt, pulling the leather, releasing the buckle, and preparing to undo his trousers. Randolph looked down at Sam's blond head. He liked girls to kneel in front of him, he liked to watch their soft lips encircle his cock, draw it into their mouths and excite him with their tongues so he came, filling their mouths with his semen.

Sam undid the trousers and drew down the zip. He waited. Would she pull his shorts down first or reach inside to grasp what she would find there?

Sam pulled them down in one go. As they went they pulled Randolph's hard cock down with them. Released, it bounced strongly upwards, catching Sam under the chin. It was the first touch of his penis on her skin. He moved it slightly to the side allowing the smooth shiny head to slide along the skin under her chin. She smiled up at Randolph and reached to hold it around its base. Sam leaned back and down as her tongue snaked out ready to play with the rod standing so proudly before her. She began to lick, starting at the base of the cock near his balls, and then running upwards along the ridge until it reached the so sensitive frenum. Sam lingered there. She had done this before, she knew how to pleasure men, she knew how they liked the little strip of skin to be played with and teased by her tongue. Rising further she began to lick around the dome with little small wet licks of her tongue. She pretended to burrow the tip of her tongue in the little hole at the top before her lips took in the top half of the shiny pale pink dome and squeezed it, teeth shielded by her lips. Holding the end between her lips she pulled the penis slowly down to the horizontal giving Randolph a beautiful view of her face and her soft lips around his cockhead. Her eyes looked up at him and he smiled. Very slowly, as she looked up at him, with the intention of displaying wanton eroticism she drew the cock into her mouth, gradually absorbing the head and then the shaft, sliding and disappearing deeper into Sam's mouth. He stroked her hair. This was excellent, he had not really hoped for such enjoyment for the day.

Sam drew back from her deep acceptance. She began her movement in earnest, riding her lips up and down his shaft, playing with his dome with her tongue on the outstroke. Randolph had planned to take her conventionally but the prospect of coming in her mouth was now too good to resist. In any case he had not dried her clothes yet. Why not come now, have her wait for her clothes to dry and then enjoy her in the traditional manner before sending her on her way?

She knew he was near. She was holding his cockhead completely still between her lips now, just her tongue pulsing up and down right under the frenum, a steady insistent pulsing. He would not be able to take much more. Her wet lips began to move ever so slightly backwards and forwards. Randolph's scrotum tightened, he tried to hold back, but he was coming, he could not stop, the semen travelling up his shaft and jetting out into Sam's mouth. The first shot was followed by a second, larger pulse, the hot sticky fluid appearing suddenly in Sam's mouth, her tongue picking it up and swirling it round his cockhead as yet more semen erupted from the dome's central hole. Sam swallowed, clearing her mouth as she felt a further pulse shoot into her mouth. The pulsing ceased. Sam gently licked seeking out the last of the semen, which seeped out of the hole. She slowed her tongue and let it rest, waiting for the cock to begin to soften still held in her mouth.

Randolph's penis began to subside, its efforts over for a time. It was remained in Sam's mouth. He moved backwards and she playfully held onto it with her lips so that he had to pull it out between her lips. He watched the soft head come out, now partly covered by the protecting foreskin, a dribble of semen, despite Sam's work, being squeezed out of the end and catching on her lips. He breathed out, that had been something else, an erotic experience to relish, to relive in his mind.

He reached down and pulled on her hands to raise her to a standing position and kissed her lightly on her lips still with the little drop of his semen across them. His tongue flicked across his lips briefly tasting the salty taste of his own semen.

"Well done Sam, you have been a good girl. Now I'm going to hang your wet things up in the sunshine. But you can't go out yet because you have no clothes on."

"No, no clothes on."

"So I'm going to let you out of the back of the tent here. There's a little patch of grass between the tents where you won't be seen. You can sunbathe for a while whilst your clothes dry."

"Yes sunbathe whilst my clothes dry."

"See, you can lie on your towel. I expect you'll go to sleep."

"Mmm go to sleep."

Randolph watched Sam settle down and then he hung her wet things up on the guy ropes to dry next to her. It would have been better to have hung them at the front but he might have had some strange looks and comments had he done so. A white dress and, moreover, a pretty matching set of a white bra and panties swinging on the guy ropes might not have been what would normally be expected at an agricultural show. He drew the flap at the back of the tent closed and tucked his limp penis away. Randolph re-opened the front of his tent for business and actually had two consultations, which quite absorbed him for an hour or so. A lull in interest due to the main event of the afternoon starting caused him to think it was perhaps time to play with Sam again. Inside his trousers his penis twitched and began to harden, yes he was ready; it was time to close the front flap of the tent.

He looked out of the back of the tent into the little hidden place where Sam was sunbathing. She was lying on her tummy, her beautiful buttocks uppermost, looking most inviting. His penis responded reaching full hardness. He was ready for some more activity.

Sam was asleep. Very gently he whispered, "Are you awake Sam? Have you had a good sleep?"

Sam yawned and sat up. She looked puzzled but dopey.

"I...yes."

"Remember you got caught in the rain and sought shelter here and I had to get you dry. Your clothes are there drying in the sun." Randolph pointed.

"Oh yes, I got dry."

"You've been sunbathing and dozing. Are you warm and dry now?"

"Yes, warm and dry."

"Did you like being in the sunshine sunbathing?"

"Yes I like that."

"May I join you?"

"Oh yes."

"Shall I take my clothes off? It would be silly to sunbathe all dressed wouldn't it?"

"Yes," Sam giggled, "silly."

Randolph slipped back into the tent and stripped. When he came out again Sam was lying back down on her towel still on her front, her eyes opened wide in surprise when she saw Randolph standing over her naked and with an erection.

"Sorry Sam, I thought you said it was OK for me to join you and sunbathe."

"But you're all...your thing it's all sticking out and...."

"Sam, now that's not fair, it's really your fault. I'm just responding naturally to seeing your body. You do have a sexy body don't you? You know that."

"Yes I suppose I have."

"It's natural isn't it?"

"Yes natural."

"Don't you like seeing men naked?"

"Well, yes sometimes?"

"What do you like to see?"

"Tight strong bodies I suppose, small buttocks, flat stomachs, I..."

"Do you like looking at men's cocks?"

"Yes I suppose."

"Is mine alright?"

Randolph was still standing over Sam, all she could see was his balls and cock jutting over her. She could not see it very well.

"I..."

"May I lie down in the sun?"

"Yes, lie down."

Randolph bent his knees and settled himself next to her and stretched himself out, lying flat on his back except, of course, for his cock poking up in the air. He glanced sideways at Sam; she had turned a bit towards him and was gazing at his penis. After a bit she got up on one elbow to see it better.

"Is it alright?"

Sam looked at him, "Yes, I think so."

"Do you want a closer look?"

"Please."

"You can touch it if you like."

Sam got up on her knees and bent over him.

Randolph was amused to see her closely examine him. "The power of suggestion," he thought.

Her fingers encircled the stem and lifted it up from his stomach. She pulled his foreskin up and down a few times as if testing it.

"Is it big enough?"

"Yes it's nice."

"Will if fit?"

"Fit where?"

"Where it's meant to go."

"Oh, I don't know. I expect so."

"Shall we try, I think we'd better just check."

"I don't think we should, my boyfriend wouldn't like that."

Randolph was surprised. He had not had much resistance from Sam up to now. He did not think it would take much to overcome this.

"But unless we try we won't know if it fits. I think we had better try and see. You want to check don' t you?"

"Mmm, yes, better try."

"Are you wet, will it go in?"

"No I'm not wet."

"You need to make yourself wet. Lie there and think of naughty things whilst you play with yourself. You need to make yourself lovely and wet so you can push my cock into you. You need to do that don't you?"

"Oh yes." said Sam. She began touching her breasts. Randolph watched with great interest and pleasure as Sam revealed the secret ways she excited her own body in bed. The way she pulled on and squeezed her nipples, wetting her fingers with her tongue so they were more slippery. Sam began to wriggle a bit, a little perspiration showing on her face. Her thighs opened and closed as she became more aroused. One hand began slipping down her stomach away from her breasts, whilst the other went to her mouth. Randolph thought she was just licking her fingers again but no, she was pushing them into her mouth and sucking on them as if they were a cock. He wondered how long she had been doing that? Was it a recent thing since she had known men or had she, even as a young girl, just flowering into womanhood thought such things alone in her virginal bed and dreamt of slipping a cock between her lips?

Her fingers were now between her legs, stroking and teasing, pulling and poking, rubbing and flicking. Randolph sat up to watch closer, to admire the expertise of her finger work.

"Tell me when you are ready to try, ready to see if my cock will go in."

Sam opened her eyes, "Oh yes, of course, I was nearly coming all on my own."

"What were you thinking of?"

Sam blushed, "Oh my thoughts, my usual thoughts, silly thoughts."

Randolph lay down.

"Are you going to climb on me Sam?"

She climbed onto him, a knee either side of his thighs, her wet sex hovering over Randolph's cock. He could see it was wet, the little hairs either side of her sex were glistening in the sunshine. It was going to slip very easily over his cock. He took hold of Sam's breasts and fondled and squeezed them.

"In your own time Sam, see if my cock will go in. We want to make sure."

Sam seemed to hesitate. "You do want to know don't you? It will worry you if you don't find out. You'll keep thinking about it. Best to find out now. It'll take your worry away."

Sam frowned, "I don't think my boyfriend would like it."

"Yes he would. He would want you to be sure. He wouldn't want you to worry would he?"

"No, not to worry." Sam reached under herself and took hold of Randolph's penis and pointed its head at her sex, aimed it at the moist entrance to her vagina. "Yes," she said emphatically, "I need to see if it will fit."

Sam lowered herself as Randolph watched, a half smile on his face. His penis head touched the soft folds, he could feel and see the contact being made and then the penis began to disappear inside Sam. Slowly as she descended the glans, the shiny purple pink dome at the top of his cock began to shorten until it was gone and then the shaft too with its sinuous veins. It seemed to grow shorter, stumpier as Sam pushed down absorbing it into her wet vagina. Randolph glanced up at the look of concentration on Sam's face.

"Does that feel good, does it fit?"

"Oh yes, big, but it is going in. I think it will fit." As she said this Sam came to rest, Randolph's dark curly hair mixing with her own fair curls; it was no longer possible for Randolph to see his cock, it was completely hidden within Sam.

"What are you going to do now, Sam? Are you going to ride?"

"I know it fits. My boyfriend wouldn't..."

"But it would feel good to ride wouldn't it Sam. You would like that. You'd enjoy it. Go on!"

Instinctively Sam began to ride Randolph's cock. As Randolph knew in her present state there was little resistance to suggestion. Her thighs pushed her hips upwards drawing herself away from Randolph and releasing the cock, but only in part, before pushing down to enjoy that lovely feeling of a cockhead sliding up her wet vagina, pushing it open, widening it to allow the passage of the acorn shaped head up into her body. The action was repeated again and again but gradually getting faster. The friction, the transmitted pullings and stretchings, to say nothing of Randolph's work on her breasts was having its effect, taking her towards what would be the third climax of the day for, though Randolph did not know this, her boyfriend had already served her in bed that very morning. The effect on Randolph was not any less pleasurable but it was Sam who came first gasping and shaking her head from side to side.

"Oh," she said, "my, I, oh..."

She rested.

"There's a good girl, no lie on your back and I will finish the task. May I come inside you, would you like that?"

Sam pulled off Randolph; his penis dropped back against his stomach, hard and glistening with Sam's wetness, "No, you mustn't come inside me, my boyfriend..."

"Is becoming a bit of a pain," thought Randolph.

"You're a good girl, Sam, it wouldn't do to leave me like this, would it?" Randolph pointed at his hard wet cock.

"Well, I suppose..."

"It wouldn't be fair or kind would it? You like to be fair and kind. Your boyfriend likes you to be fair and kind doesn't he?"

"Yes fair and kind. I am a good girl!" Sam smiled brightly and rolled onto her back and opened her thighs in invitation. Randolph looked at the swollen lips and pink wetness set off by Sam's fair curls. What a wonderful afternoon this was proving to be.

He did not need to hurry and Randolph took his time. It was such a pleasure to lie upon Sam, squashing her a bit with his weight and to slip, very slowly, his cock into her and feel her raise her legs and lock her ankles over his back pulling him to her, ensuring the connection was maintained. He began the pistoning movement, but again slowly, feeling for his pleasure knowing Sam had already come. He brought himself to the brink and rested. He began again and once more found himself on the edge; he paused, savouring that feeling of being just about to come but not quite there yet. A feeling a man likes to maintain but ordinarily only feasible when he is in total control, when he is in hand so to speak. Randolph was in control but, even so, he was unable to resist the temptation for long and he stroked once too often and with a gasp felt himself beginning to come. Sam felt the hot splashings deep within her and smiled happily knowing she had been a good girl.

Randolph lay on Sam feeling his penis grow limp and enjoying the feeling of being with and in Sam, her warm slightly damp body beneath him and the hot sun on his back. With a sigh he pulled himself away and stood up.

It was time to end it. "Sam, it's been lovely having you in my tent but it's time for you to go, your clothes are all nice and dry now. You can put them on." He handed her the clothes one by one and they had indeed dried beautifully in the sun. He watched Sam dress, sorry he was going to have to let her go, dressing himself at the same time. She adjusted her dress and smoothed it down before putting her hat back on. Randolph patted her bottom through the material of the white dress and her white panties.

Randolph undid the tent flap. "You'll be alright now Sam, it's sunny again and you are all dry. Just a little thing. Look me in the eyes, yes, now you are to forget everything that went on in this tent and out in the little sunny place at the back. Everything. It didn't really happen. All you will remember is the rain, the pouring rain and coming in here to shelter and a nice man, that's me, gave you a towel to help you dry and a drink. Now having sat for a time in the sun you're all dry and can go out and enjoy the rest of the show. It has been lovely meeting you Sam, I do hope I'll have the pleasure again. Goodbye Sam."

Sam smiled, turned and walked out into the sunshine. It was very hot and bright. There was a lot of noise and people about as she made her way to the ring. As always she was admired as she walked past. Such a pretty girl in such a pretty white dress. The men still turned to look at her and thought thoughts they perhaps should not have done. The show seemed to be coming to a close which did seem a little early to Sam. Still, she was lucky it was not raining anymore. Wasn't it nice of that man to help her and give her a drink. She frowned; she could not quite remember what the drink was. She shrugged her shoulders thinking that getting wet on hot sunny days did not really matter as the sun soon dries things: which is quite different from getting soaked in the cold of winter. She touched her dress - it was bone dry, but of course, she reasoned, some clothes would take a little longer to dry even on a hot sunny day. Her panties, her matching white panties, for instance, still felt rather wet between her legs.