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fictional characters and sexual experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.
Any resemblance between the characters in these accounts and real people, either 
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.  If you would be offended by the 
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"Little Miss Becky"
Author: Sam Phencer
Article Number: 0001

"Little Miss Becky"

The summer breeze skimmed the rooftops and crossed the courtyard, the tall French window doors ajar, the breeze found easy access to the room, delicate lace slightly yellowed to soft cream with age lifted and parted as if feather light as the air filled the room with it’s countryside freshness. Across the room it spread like a giant hand lightly caressing all within it’s path and on to the thin sheet beneath which Rebecca lay in slumber. The cloth was close to her young body, contours of her outlined in white cotton like a great statue carved of white marble, each curve of her thigh clearly defined as the cloth fell between them, the flatness of her stomach, the sudden rise of the cloth as it clung to her full breasts, rising and falling with her living, finally ceasing at the nape of her neck where the soft material rode up in folds like the sea against the smooth shore of her soft and pale skin, fair golden hair cascaded across the feathered pillows framing a face of pure beauty, with full pink lips, delicate skin and magnificent deep blue eyes not yet stirred.

Rebecca felt the coolness of the morning breeze as it brushed against the sheet, her body prickled with it’s touch, her skin acknowledging the softness of it’s caress, as she woke she breathed the freshness deeply, her firm breasts pressing against the thin cover feeling the coolness awaken her soft nipples to hardness, straining against the cotton as she stretched her body into awakening. A tingling within her filled her with emotion, she was in tranquillity, Rebecca was home, her first day back where she grew up after such a long time with her studies.

Brushing the thin cover aside Becky rose and moved to the window, the breeze had left making way for the morning sunlight to break through the open doors and light all it touched, as she stepped into the opening Becky felt the warmth on her naked skin, gently warming where the earlier breeze had cooled, she held her head back and closed her eyes, basking in the morning sun which lapped at the very beauty of her soft and firm body framed within the creamy lace of the window. it was time to dress and relive the memories of her farm upbringing, time to explore.

"Good morning papa" said Becky to the ageing man at the breakfast table.
"Mornin’ my sweet" he replied "Sleep well ?"
"Terrifically !, Oh to wake in that room is ............Ohhhh!...divine !"
"Everything with such enthusiasm with you my girl, what will become of you ?" her Father laughingly said.
"Hmmm, that’s my way"  said Becky, "enthusiasm in everything. Like today, I’m to explore our farm to see what has changed"
"Not much, but have a good day all the same, it’s market day for me so take care"
He kissed her on the forehead as she crammed freshly baked bread and jam into her mouth and left by the heavy door. Becky was alone on the farm and it was time to look around.

Becky crossed the courtyard and passed through the old stone archway and into the gardens of the manor. the big old greenhouse had always been one of her favourite places as a child, always in need of attention and rarely did it have anything really thriving in there it was a place she would go and live her fantasies of such only young children can have before the realities of the world are thrust upon them. How she had dreamed of the long glass building filled with flowers life.
As Becky pressed against the doorway to enter the greenhouse a wonderful scent filled the air, rich I perfume and life her face lit as she inhaled the wondrous flavour of summer. Pushing the door aside she gazed in wonderment at the sight before her, colour bursting from every surface, magnificent blooms the likes of which she had never seen filled the room, straining towards the sunlight as if trying to grasp it as it streamed through the dusty glass. Becky swept along the aisle, breathing the heavy scent as she ran, so many colours, so much life. 
Eventually Becky sat in her once favourite spot, against the main roof support, a wide and solid Oak beam, still hugely twice her width, it always had soft ground beneath it and the beam was strangely warm and soft to touch.
A figure appeared at the far end of the greenhouse, Becky watched bemused as he wandered seemingly aimlessly from one table to the next prodding at the plants, raising a leaf here and there, his touch was gentle and she could hear his soft voice as he tenderly addressed many plants in turn as if greeting an old and close friend. Becky smiled softly to herself as he moved ever closer to her until eventually he looked up past the nearest table and saw her sitting on the ground, her hair striking in the sunlight contrasting against the dark of the Oak, a sweet Eighteen year old face with full red lips in half smile and vivid blue eyes staring up at him. Full breasts he could see within her laced bodice, the tops swelled with each breath her cleavage clearly visible between the strands of lace holding the white material together, thin waisted and long flaying skirt raised slightly to show smooth slim legs and delicate feet.
"Why, who are you m’dear ?" came the question,
"Don’t you know Tom ?" Becky replied
"You seem to know me but I’m not sure.........why it never is !"
"Never is who Tom ?" she asked as she rose to meet him, he turned, back to the beam as she stepped around him, his frame almost matching the width of the ageing wood, Becky noted his stature was always strong and athletic for a man of 45, she had always thought him attractive and indeed his looks and physique had little changed since she was a girl.
"Little Miss Becky !" Tom exclaimed.
"Little !" Becky exclaimed playfully,
"Aye, you’ll always be my little ‘un I reckon, always trouble too"
His note had soured slightly, she remembered how he never really had much to smile about and always chased her and complained of her presence in ‘His’ garden.
"Oh come now Tom, I’m a big girl now, and this Greenhouse is magnificent, your work ?"
"Aye it is, and a lot of it so don’t go messing with it, I never get the thanks for it so I don’t see how it’s anyone’s to enjoy but mine, so if you’ll leave that would be fine" his words were challenging and Becky was not one to decline a challenge.
"Oh Tom, you are such a sourpuss, I think this place is magnificent and I would like to thank you for giving me my Eden"
Stepping towards him she held a lace of her blouse in each hand, as she stood before him she slowly pulled at the laces, feeling the drawing of the cords as the knotted bow released and her breasts pushed the material apart to free themselves partially from their restraint.
"Little Miss Becky !" Tom exclaimed and stumbled back, tripping his heels against a slightly raised stone, feeling his balance fade away he tottered over slightly backwards until his shoulders stopped his fall against the familiar warmth of the Oak beam.
Becky seized her opportunity and stepped forward, pressing against him so he could not move, he could see the rise and fall of her young full breasts against his chest as the bodice relaxed it’s containment of her with every move.
"I think you need thanking......properly" Becky whispered in his ear, her hands moving down him until she cupped his manhood through his heavy canvas trousers, felling him grow as she kneaded, his sighs he tried to restrain but he was helpless, in both his imbalance and the vision of youthful womanhood before him.
Becky released his heavy belt, the pants fell open, buttons long gone and never replaced, reaching her hands around him she tugged his trousers to the floor, no undergarments was Tom’s way and she was glad, less fumbling, Becky felt his cock press against her stomach, she looked down and as her eyes fell to his hardness her hand followed, "Oh Tom, it’s not only huge plants you have grown !". his cock was thick, very thick and longer than most she had held, both hands together wrapped around him, the pinkness of it’s concealed head glowing through his foreskin, heavy balls beneath full with sweet juices of Becky’s favourite kind.
Sliding down his body she fell to her knees before him, hands working slowly at his hard cock, slowly sliding the skin back and forth, Tom moaned and still looked somewhat shocked, looking down momentarily he saw Becky’s loveliness and sweetness against her full breasts oozing from her opened top, her hands firmly grasping and working his painfully hard cock, as he looked she glanced up at him and smiled, opening her mouth she licked delicately around her lips until they were moist and wet, as she drew his foreskin all the way back and moved her head slowly forward Tom groaned heavily and looked towards the sky. Becky’s wet lips brushed against his purple cock end as she breathed warmth and wetness onto his cock, slowly she fed more than half of his cock into her waiting mouth, riding over her smooth tongue and stopping deep within her oral softness, she felt him shudder and his cock twitch with thrill. Becky drew him out of her and plunged him deep within once more, feeling his cock push at her throat, then pull at her full lips, her hands working on him in unison, one grasping his cock firmly at the base and working his cock back and forth, the other cupping his heavy balls and caressing them gently as if willing the sperm to fight for release. Tom’s gaze fell to his cock, pale soft skin and wet red lips worked his cock back and forth, looking beyond he could see full breasts, swollen with pleasure, now free from their restraint and smoothly swaying as her head moved ever back and forth as he fucked deep into her hot mouth. Though his balance was gone his thoughts had remained with him, as Becky slowed and moved her hands his thought too banished him and left him in bewildered heaven.
Becky slowed and held just the tip of his cock in her mouth, her lips now moist and slippery with his pre-cum, his cock shining in the sunlight with her saliva, moving her hand from his cock she reached beneath his legs until her hands rested one on each buttock, cupping his firm arse, as she kneaded his cheeks she drew his hips towards her slowly, gently moving her head forwards she drew him in a fraction at a time, feeding his hard cock deep into her mouth towards her throat. Tom felt the smoothness engulf him and waited for her to pull away again, but she did not, his cock moved deeper into her mouth until he felt the entrance of her throat press against the head of his cock,
"Aahhhhhh!" Tom cried as she forced the tightness and hotness of  her throat over his cock, sliding in deeper until her lips pressed against the very base of his cock and his balls, his complete length held deep within her wet mouth. Sliding slowly out he knew he was nearing the end, again Becky swallowed him deeply, working the pace from slow swallowing to fast penetration until Tom was willingly thrusting his hips, forcing his cock to fuck her mouth and throat, feeling the softness and warmth envelope his hardness beyond his wildest dreams.
Becky moved her hands once more to his cock and drew him from her mouth, working his cock back and forth she stared in amazement at his hardness, purple and throbbing as she thrust him back and forth, the deep vein beneath his cock swollen and pulsing, the shine of her saliva and his juices glowed on his cock, she could taste him still in her mouth and new it would not be long before she tasted him completely. Tom looked down at her face, so close to his straining cock, she was working him with her hands, her face apparently entranced by his full manhood not an inch away from her moist and pouting lips. As Tom let his head fall back he knew he was moments away from bliss, feeling the know beneath his stomach and his hardness strain under her grip his head began to spin as the pressure within him rose.
Becky felt his hardness grow and his body begin to shake, once again she leaned forward and took him into her warm mouth, as she worked his cock back and forth with her hands Becky’s head began to bob back and forth, warm moist lips sliding up and down his hardness, over the sensitivity of his cock head and back again to engulf him into her mouth, repeatedly she sucked him in, as she felt his pressure build she slowed slightly, letting him feel the warmth and softness as he fucked her mouth, her hands working his cock before her.
Tom tensed and his head was in turmoil, the build was intensifying yet release would not come, only more pressure until his head spun like he was falling in darkness not knowing if he was standing or falling, the knot within him tightened unbearably and he begged for release and bliss.
Becky worked harder on him now, hands thrusting back and forth, Tom jerking his hips towards her, Becky sliding her mouth vigorously up and down his cock, feeling the pressure within, his body tensed before her, his jerking stopped, she slowed her hands and mouth so his cock was smoothly sliding over her tongue, back and forth, she knew he could feel every inch of her mouth wrapped around him, and then he came.
Becky drew her head back so only the tip of his cock was inside her mouth, as she felt the rush of his fluid within his cock she slid her head forward and drew his cock deep into her now slippery mouth, his cock began to buck and jerk, Becky felt his balls within her hands tighten and then twitch as the spunk she had worked so hard for burst free from him and sprayed against the back of her throat, splashing repeatedly against the inside of her mouth as he came, Becky slid him slowly in and out, feeling his juices spurt into her, tasting the saltiness of his juices as his jerking subdued, the final flow of his spunk oozing from his hard cock and falling onto her tongue in dollops she could feel running across her tongue and down her throat. 
Tom’s gaze fell to her as she drew his spent cock from her mouth, a string of cum stretched from the corner of her mouth to his shining cock, glistening in the sunlight he watched it release from his cock end and fall to rest on the uppermost swell of her breast, a small amount of his juices followed from her red lips and ran down her chin, to join the droplet and flow with it down her rounded breast and onto the swollen nipple where it formed once again into a droplet and fell to the floor.
Tom looked back to Becky’s till holding his cock, her face held an expression of satisfaction and one of familiar mischief he had seen before many years ago.
With the taste of him still in her mouth and his juices across her face and chest Becky rose to stand before him. As she stepped back she reached for the string of her bodice, grasping the ends she drew the cord tight, once more feeling the material close around her heavy breasts, the delicate trail of his cum now hidden beneath the light cloth. Deftly re-tying the bow and releasing the cord Becky looked at Tom, still standing awkwardly and imbalanced against the heavy beam, trousers down, his cock hanging, still swollen from her touch. Tom looked at her and she made eye contact with him, as a smile fell to her lips she said softly,
"Little Miss Becky indeed !"
Becky turned and in an instant she was gone, onto more ‘exploring’.

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