Janie Milks James's Cock

James Callahan and Janie McAllister lay on the bare wooden floor for several minutes. Janie was on her back and lying partial on top of her. Neither said anything. The young woman was still in the after-glow of her orgasm and the young man was just enjoying the warmth and nearness of Janie.

When she had somewhat recovered, she pushed against his chest while telling him, "Alright James Earl, enough of this. We got work to do."

He rolled over on his back, blinking at her in puzzlement at her statement. "Wh-what sort of work do we gotta do?"

She rose up on her knees next to him and leaned over. Her delicate fingers sought out his belt buckle and as she undid it she said, "We came up here to milk you, remember?"

How could he forget? Just her words were causing his cock, which had softened during their interlude, to began to come back to watch. He lifted his head from the boards to watch the slender girl's actions. Her bare, long legs were tucked under her and her long, thick mane of red hair hung down, hiding her face from his few. Once she had his pants opened, he arched his back, lifting his butt off the floor of the hayloft. Together they pulled and shoved his jeans and undershorts down to his knees.

His now rigid dick stood straight up from his body, hard and proud. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, the turned her head to look down at his face. Her other hand swept some hair back from her own face. "You got a really pretty cock, James," she told him, her hand slowly moving up and down along the shaft.

"I reckon you've seen alot of 'em," he half-teased. But only half. As wild as she has been around him, he was unsure of her past.

Her flowing hair waved as she shook her head. Her gaze was again focussed on the cock she was stroking. "Only yours and my ex-husband's," she replied. "And yours is much prettier than his ever was."

"You sure about that?" he replied. "I mean... not that I am complaining or nothing." He chuckled. "I =dang= sure ain't complaining... But you... You're jest kinda like a crazy woman."

"You mean a floozy," she was staring into his eyes. Hard. Her own eyes were like flaming jade stones. She had stopped stroking his cock, although she still gripped it.

"I... I didn't say that, Janie," he pleaded.

"Damn you James Earl Callahan," Janie's brow was knitted in anger. "You're about the dumbest boy the good Lord ever put on this green earth. Don't you know I've had a crush on you since ninth grade?"

"What!" James bolted up in to a sitting position.

Now that she had said it, she almost wish that she had not. She looked away from him to stare down at his cock. She did not resume stroking it, but gripping it at the base, she moved it around in circles. Like she was doodling. "And you were too stuck up to even notice me."

"Janie, no..." he struggled, trying to think. She had just turned his world upside down. "You were =way= too pretty for me to speak to you. I mean... You were a goddess." Thoughts and words careened through his spinning, spiralling brain. "You still are," he added softly. Janie smiled shyly at that, but she did not look at him. "I was... I was such a nerd. Didn't play no sports. My family lived back up here..."

"Oh, like my mama's place in town is a mansion," the girl retorted.

"If I would have only known," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "So much would have been different."

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply. Passionately. And lastingly. When the lingering kiss ended, Janie said, "Well you know now." Then she thought of the time. "Here, lie back down and let me finish milking you. I gotta git home soon and I can't leave you all stoved up like this."

He did like she said and soon his hips were squirming under her touch. Realizing that he was close, Janie started flailing away on him. Squeezing his shaft as tightly as she could, Janie's free hand grabbed hold of his balls.

The feel of her soft hand cradling his nut sack was too much for the boy. With a deep, drawn out drone he began ejaculating. Janie let out a high pitch squeal of surprise as the sperm shot high into the air, his cock spewed thick ropes of cum in every direction. The girl could not believe the amount he was pumping out.

When it was all over, when he was drained and lieing flat on his back trying to catch his breath, he told her, "Reach down to my back pocket and get that handkerchief."

After she had wiped off her hands and cleaned up his pubic region, she commented, "Well, you did tell me I should have held onto it."