BIG GIRLS DON’T CRY

BIG GIRLS DON’T CRY by JackassTales…tale # 22…If you don’t like incest stories then this tale is probably not for you. If you like teen sex stories then perhaps you might like it anyway. Most of my stories are about incest. If you would care to check out some of these other tales just click on the JackassTales name above. Thanks for reading.


Big Girls Don’t Cry

It’s been said that they grow them bigger in the country. Well, I don’t know if that’s really true or not. What I do know is that, at 17, I’m what some folks call a big ‘strapping’ boy. My six foot tall frame easily carries my 180 pound body which is made up of solid, muscular tissue and bone. I’m strong, healthy, and full of masculine virility.

As to virility, well, one of my past girlfriends once said, “Goddamnit Jess, you’re ‘hung like a horse’!” Of course now, the girl was exaggerating somewhat. We have several horses on our farm and some of those horse cocks are damn near 2 feet long! Hell, my little old man-sized cock is only a little over 7 inches long! I must say though that my cock becomes a big chunk of swollen meat when it gets excited.

Shit, that big fella inside my jeans was swollen and excited right now! I’d gone down to the barn to pitch some hay to the horses and cows. I saw two of my sisters milking a couple of our cows. Ordinarily, I’d never paid much attention to these girls, but today I was especially horny. Hell, I was either going to have to jack-off soon or get me some pussy! Damn, there wasn’t anything in this world I liked more than pussy!

Now, I wasn’t the only guy who didn’t pay much attention to my sisters. The two were a couple of tall ‘big girls’. And by big, I mean ‘fat’. I know this word is not politically correct. In truth, I’d say the girls were closer to being ‘chubby’ than fat. At about 5-foot-ten each, I’d guess each girl probably weighed near 200 pounds, or more.

My sisters’ height and weight had been a sore spot for both girls. Guys just didn’t go for big girls. Neither girl had ever had a serious boyfriend and I’d bet a hundred dollars that they’re both still virgins. I knew the girls were none too happy about the situation, but I’d never heard either of them cry about it.

I stood in the doorway to the milking shed and stared at my sisters. They were sitting on milking stools with their heads bent over against the side of a cow. Both were dressed in ragged jean shorts and tops which were a little tight on them. There was something about the way they leaned over that drew my attention. Their shirts had hiked up and I could see the crack of their asses before they disappeared into their jeans!

Hell, those were two of the nicest ass cracks I’d ever seen! This got me to wondering if the asses that were covered up were just as pretty as the cracks. I began studying the girls with a more studious eye. At 18, Sally was a blue-eyed blond with a bubbly personality everyone loved. I swear I couldn’t see any bra straps under her pale-blue top! Well, I couldn’t see any straps under the other girl’s green top either. Brenda, at 16, was a green-eyed brunette who was just as sweet and personable as her sister. I had me some nice sisters, I did.

But hell, I wasn’t looking at these girls as sweet sisters! No, my horny teen mind was looking at a couple of possible pussy providers. Wicked I was for even thinking of it, but I wanted my cock inside one of those nice girl’s cunts!

Each of my sisters had a firm grip on two big, milk-swollen cow tits. They were squeezing and tugging forcibly. Streams of warm milk and cream squirted into the milk buckets between their legs. Without thinking, I spoke aloud, “Hey, I can do that!”

Sally and Brenda twisted their heads to glance at me. The two innocent girls smiled at me and continued milking. As the oldest, Sally responded to my comment, “Big deal, Jess. Anybody can milk a cow.”

Seeing my sisters’ smiles made me realize that the girls were actually very pretty in the face. They were a lot prettier than I’d ever noticed before. I smiled right back at them and said, “Sally, milking cows is not what I meant.”

Curiosity compelled Brenda to open her eyes wide in puzzlement. She voiced the question they both wanted answered, “Jess, if you didn’t mean milking, then what did you mean?”

Mischievous teasing entered my voice as I answered, “Girls, I meant that I can squeeze and tug on myself and make milk and cream splash into your milk buckets.”

Farm girls my sisters might be, but these two sheltered young females were too virginal and innocent to know what I meant. I don’t believe they’d ever seen a guy’s cock in their lives and they most certainly had never seen a guy’s cum shooting out of his cum hole.

Sally laughed at my ridiculous claim. She said, “Oh Jess, boys can’t make milk or cream. Why, that’s just crazy talk!”

Brenda echoed her sister’s sentiments, “Yeah Jess, only females can make milk and cream and they make it in their breasts. There’s no way boys can do it! I know you can’t do it!”

I was on the point of laughing at the girls’ innocent naivety, but I didn’t. Instead I quickly countered, “I bet you I can!”

Sally and Brenda snapped back, each speaking the same words, “I bet you can’t! I bet you anything you want. What do you want to bet?”

I knew what I wanted, but I pretended indifference. I shrugged my shoulders and nonchalantly said, “If I can’t do it, then I’ll finish your chores for the day. If I can, then you’ll have to do something for me. Ok?”

The girls were so sure they would win they nodded their heads as a sign of agreement to the bet. We even sealed the deal with handshakes. The girls then watched in astonished disbelief as I unzipped my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my knees. It was a warm summer morning so I had no shirt on either.

The girls gasped aloud as my swollen cock sprang free. Their eyes gazed in mesmerized fascination at the erect manhood before their eyes. My work-hardened hand gripped the thick, meaty shaft firmly and I began to stroke. My own eyes looked at two pairs of sweet, luscious lips which my own lips were begging to kiss.

Increasing my rhythm, I pumped my meat and thought about pussies. My cock summoned forth seminal fluids. Streams of milky, creamy semen and sperm shot out and splashed into the milk buckets between the girls’ legs. I milked until I was dry and then shook the last few drops into their pails.

The girls’ faces were flushed with unexpected excitement. They couldn’t believe what they’d just witnessed with their very own eyes. As I pulled up my pants, I said, “Ok girls, what about the bet? Do I win?”

Sally looked at Brenda. Brenda looked at Sally. Unspoken words passed between the two sisters. Sally finally answered, “Ok Jess, you win the bet, although we don’t think that was really milk and cream coming out of your…your thing. But, we said if we lost the bet then we’d do something for you. What do you want us to do?”

I didn’t want to scare off the two innocent girls by being too bold. My answer came out as soft spoken words, “Well, I’d like to play with your tits for a few minutes. That’s all, just raise your tops and let me touch and play with your boobs. Will you do it? A bet is a bet. Will you pay off?”

Again, the sisters looked to each other. They had a short whispered conversation which I overheard, “We have to pay off the bet. Don’t we? I’ll do it if you will…ok I will if you will.”

The girls pulled their milking stools closer to me and lifted their tops. I dropped to my knees on the straw-covered floor in front of them. Hell, I’d been right when I thought I saw no bra straps. Neither girl had on a bra. What I now saw just about took my breath away. Four of the nicest tits I’d ever seen in my life jutted out before my eyes!

Goddamn, if my friends knew my sisters had tits this nice, I’d have to fight them off with an ax handle! But, for now these big beautiful boobs were mine all mine. We raised fruit and vegetables in a huge garden near our house.