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NO TRICK JUST a TREATAs Halloween approached in 1960 I was a sophomore in high school in a small midwestern USA town and very shy being only five feet five inches tall and a continuous victim of bulles so had no confidence with girls. Oh thanks to my best friend Burt RIP and Not my parents who couldn,t even be bothered to tell me about sex and how easy a boy could get in trouble if he got into a girls panties then I knew what to do and what to do it with, but could never see myself even asking a girl for a date. Despite this I enjoyed going to school dances and a few girls would dance with me, one particular girl was taller than me and I loved slow dancing with her as my head just came level with her rather large titties and she later told me she wore low cut dresses especially so I could see down her bosom, but I Didn,t know that then. All I knew was dancing with her made my cock as stiff as a Ram and often I,d go to the men,s room to jack off in a cubicle! Strangely enough it was October 31st when all that changed. We,d already had a small fall of snow a week before, but the weather had warmed up and the day in question was in the 70s unusually warm for late October so friend Burt and I decided to take advantage as it was a Saturday and go fishing as a break from pheasant hunting, but had taken our shotguns along just in case! Burt had an old used car a 1953 Ford Fairlane as he had just turned sixteen and had his license whereas I had to wait till December as you had to be sixteen to legally drive, even though I,d been driving tractors kaçak casino and trucks on late Uncle Brian,s farm since age 12. In South Dakota everyone did their bit at harvest time and despite my size I loved driving a heavy John Deere tractor. I digress! Burt drove us out to a private spot not many fishermen seemed to know about on a local creek where we had the place all to ourselves and as a bonus as we were walking to a spot on the creek bank three cock ringnecked pheasants broke cover and Burt shot two as I was too slow though one dropped in the water and fortunately floated in to the bank so he could retrieve it. We,d been fishing for a few hours and been fairly successful with a few walleyes about three pounds in weight, a four pound largemouth bass and nine pound northern pike when a voice interrupted our thoughts, “Good Morning Boys. How are you doing?” We both glanced up at the stranger and did a double-take as there stood a young female of about our age dressed in casual hunting clothes of a man,s checked shirt, heavy pants, hiking boots and a bedraggled hat with fishing flies in the band, she had long auburn hair with amazingly deep green eyes and a elfin smile on her freckled face. “Not Bad Rhône. Got a few nice ones!” Burt recognises the local game wardens daughter who was new in our school and had only been going since the start of term in Sepyember. Burt held up the stringer of fish and she,d already noted the birds we bagged laid out on the grass near our tackle boxes. “See you got some birds, too,. Hope you got casino oyna your licenses with you!” We also noted she wore a holstered revolver on her right hip. We showed her our licenses as she explained her father was sick so she was covering for the weekend and that she took no chances as poacher,s had no qualms about shooting even young females so she carried a .38 revolver her daddy taught her how to shoot for personal protection. “Would you like some coffee?” I asked her as I reached for my thermos flask. “Yes Please?” She sat down on an old tree stump near us and was soon sipping the hot brew along with us as we made small talk mostly about school while she told us a bit about her life far away in Colorado where her father had previously worked where deer poachers had been a real problem. Most locals had been apprehensive of Rhonas, father Jim Pemberton when he took over from now retired Alex Thomas who,d been game warden for many years, but Rhona told us about how Jim had served in the campaign against the Japanese in 1945 in the Pacific and she obviously loved him very much. “But enough about small talk, I,m as horny as an old Bull and I want to Suck your cocks, Boys!” Her statement was a bit of a shock to me, but Burt smiled “Whatever you say, Rhona. Don,t think you,ll be too disappointed!” She knelt before him and unzipped his flies “Wow is this for real?” as his large cock was revealed.”Yes Ma,am it,s All Me!” He chuckled, and he was only half erect. Of course my average sized circumcised prick is small in comparison, canlı casino siteleri but it does what it,s designed to do, but for the moment it was Burt,s cock Rhona was concentrating on as she jacked him off till he was standing up to full length with drops of juice dribbling from the bulbous tip, then she began licking over his shaft and balls to get the taste before taking him in her mouth and sucking it. I was quite pleased to see that when she deep throated him she could take the full length though I knew she couldn,t get the whole thing in Without deep throat! She now turned to me as she took a break from sucking Burt and freed my cock as well though she made no comment about it simply sucked me for a few minutes. She then alternated between the two,of us while Imunbuttoned her shirt and was delighted to discover she wore no bra so played with a nipple as she continued to suck us off. It must have been the novelty of getting sucked by a female that triggered my climax, but I exploded in a messy orgasm as she swallowed most, the rest shooting onto her pretty face and neck. Now Rhona concentrated on Butt as I recovered my senses and when he came she almost choked on his heavy load yet somehow managed to gulp most of it down with only a small amount running down her chin which she wiped away with her fingers. “Thanks Guys. Your cum is delicious!” “Any time!” Burt smiled. “Thanks for your Treat!” “Well Burt after all it is Halloween and you Didn,t trick me so why not?” Burt told me later she would sneak away to the gardeners room at school as the gardener was seldom there and she,d suck him off and eat his cum, but no way would she let him fuck her or eat her pussy! RIP Rhona you died much too young in a traffic accident in 1965 while attending UCLA college in California.

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