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Sarah and the Stranger
a Novel by Claire Kellis

Summer, 2007



Chapter 5: _Full Encounter


One morning Sarah announced at breakfast, "I mean to take Bud on a 
walking tour today."

All three of the males at the table paused, forks of scrambled egg 
half-way to their mouths.  Little Joe kneeled in Sarah's lap, mouth 
glued to the nipple of a bared breast; he alone did not look up.  Jeff 
gave her a knowing grin, Jack cocked his head thoughtfully and Bud's 
eyebrows rose.

"'A walking tour,'" her son repeated thoughtfully.  "Where ya going?"

She shrugged.  "_Walking_, I said.  He's seen the house, the barn and 
the drive.  I might show him Ellen's arbor."

Jack sniffed.  "That's just scraggly grapevines.  Show him the windmill
pump Dad put in."

Jeff laughed.  "She don't want him too interested in the landscape, 
Jack."

Sarah blushed slightly and looked quickly at Bud.

The latter asked, "Who is Ellen?"

"She was my husband's mother.  Ellen's arbor is overgrown but it's cool
in the heat of the day."

"But don't take off your pants towards sundown," said Jeff, leering, 
"else the skeeters will pepper your ass."

She flared, "I never noticed any skeeters!"

"You wouldn't, on the bottom."

"We won't be out there that late," she declared, face bright red.  "Eat
some more sausage, Daddy."

She looked at Bud.  "That is, if you still want to go walking."

He studied the faces of Jeff and Jack, who looked back with interest, 
and took a breath.  "I'd love to, Miss Sarah."

Jeff asked, eyes twinkling, "Sure you're feeling up to it?"

"I think so," Bud replied seriously.  "It's been a week.  Sarah helped 
me take off the doctor's wrappings yesterday and I can move pretty 
good."

"They were starting to stink," she explained with a grin.

"That's progress," said Jeff.  "When can you tote a full feed bag?"

Bud shook his head.  "I don't know what that weighs.  When do you need 
it?"

"Fifty pounds," said Jack proudly.  "I can lift 'em all day."

Jeff pushed back from the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his 
hand.  "Don't really need help yet.  Take it easy till the doc looks in
again.  When's that, Sarah?"

"He said he'd be back in two weeks."

"We'll hang loose till then, Bud."  Jeff cocked his head.  "You may like
the sound of this.  The radio last night said the cops think the last 
Grissom escapee done the smart thing: left the state and went to 
ground."

"I wish they'd catch him!" cried Sarah vehemently.

"You do?" asked Jeff, pretending to be surprised.

"It's not Bud!" she declared, staring up at her father, a sudden red 
spot on each cheek.

Jeff grinned at her but turned to the lad.  "I can hear the cows lowing.
Come on, Jack.  I'll give you a hand or two."

When man and grandson had departed, Bud sighed.  "Thank you for 
defending me, Sarah.  I agree: I too wish they'd catch him."

She bit her lip.  "But what if he _is_ you?"

"Then I might not help with your harvest."  He shook his head dolefully.
"We just have to hope he isn't.  One thing is certain: I'll never harm 
you or your family."

"I believe that, Bud."  She shifted the baby to her shoulder and patted
his back.  "Let me clean up the kitchen and we'll take our walk."


* * *


From the outside Ellen's arbor was a long mound covered by a tangle of 
growing leaves.  At both ends the vines were cut back, leaving openings
large enough for them to pass into the cool, darkened interior.  It was
aligned east and west to admit the typical breeze.  The odor was one of
vegetable freshness with a hint of the fruit to come.

"You can see where the grapes are starting," said Sarah, "if you look 
close in the leaves."

Bud touched one of the thick brown stalks with his shoe.  "This has been
here a while."

"So they say.  Tim said his mother made wine and brandy, like her 
mother, for years, even kept it up during Prohibition."

"What do you do with it now?"

"The grapes are sweet.  I serve them at the table when they're ripe and
make grape jelly when we can afford the sugar.  Daddy don't like wine."
She grinned.  "Says it tastes like horse-piss."

He nodded.  "It's an acquired taste."

They sat on the bench at the far end of the interior.  "How're you 
feeling?" asked Sarah.

He shrugged.  "Not bad.  I think your idea is right: all I need is 
exercise to get my strength back."

"Mamma, get down!" piped the voice from her hip.

She set the baby on her knee, bouncing him gently.

"Get down!" he repeated.

"No, dear.  Daddy killed a big black snake in here last fall."

"Snake?"

Bud suggested, "It's early in the year for snakes, isn't it?"

"Well ..."

"And black snakes aren't so dangerous."

She looked at him, eyes alight.  "You're getting your memory back!"

He sighed.  "Not really.  I do remember playing in the woods and fields
when I was little."

"Where?"

"That I don't know."  He tilted his head toward the landscape beyond the
opening.  "Some place a lot like this, I think."

"I hoped you was a farmer."  She caught his hand and held up his 
fingernails, longer but still rounded and smooth.  "Got this done in a 
whorehouse, didn't ya?"

He grinned at her.  "What do you know about whorehouses?"

She shrugged.  "Daddy's stories.  He was in the army, you know."

"Yes, he mentioned that.  I've heard the tales of the Cuban brothels our
army patronized in the Spanish-American War."

"Daddy talks about them and the painted women in Cleveland, where he 
worked when he got out of the army."

"The 'painted women,' eh?"

"That's what he says.  What does it mean?"

"Most such women apply color to their faces to make them stand out and 
attract the men away from their sisters.  But you know, even decent 
women began to do it in the Twenties."

"Men like painted faces?"

"Rouge on the cheeks, shadows under eyebrows, lipstick --  I just 
realized ... don't you have any makeup, Sarah?"

"Makeup?  Tim bought me a pot of rouge and some body powder that smells
good."  She smiled.  "Daddy likes the smell."

"I'm sure he does.  But I'll admit I like the way you smell right now."

"Oh, Bud!"  Her eyes softened.  "Mostly I smell like sour milk."

"You smell like a woman at the height of her powers."

"Drink, Ma!" cried the baby.

"I said a word he knows," Sarah explained, opening her blouse and 
lifting him to the nipple.  Bud watched the baby nurse for a minute and
licked his lips.

She asked, "You thirsty too?"

"Always for you, Miss Sarah."  He looked around at the tangle of vines.
"But I don't think you'd be comfortable in here."

She chuckled.  "Neither would you.  I'll ask Jeff to put a back on this
bench."

"That would help."

Cuddling the baby in the crook of one strong arm, she stood up.  "You're
supposed to be walking anyway."

He followed her out into the sunlight.  Rows filled with calf-high corn
plants marched up to this end of the grape arbor.  Two hundred yards 
across the field was a stand of trees.  Three days without rain had 
dried the dark earth.  Baby held at breast, she led Bud between the rows
toward the trees.  He crossed to an adjacent row and drew alongside 
where he could at least see her profile.

She grumbled, "In another month I won't have to go this far."

He nodded.  "You won't need to walk me."

She grinned at him.  "To pee.  If the corn was higher I could squat 
right here."

His eyebrows rose.  "What prevents you right here?  I'll turn my back."

"Oh, I don't care what _you_ see.  Somebody else might be looking."

"Who?"  He gestured around them.  "It's your own land!"

She stopped.  "That's true.  It is."

"And nobody else is in sight anywhere."

She smiled.  "Aunt Maude always said a wild man could be looking from 
the woods."

"Nobody's in the woods, Sarah."

"You're probably right.  Okay, hold the baby."

He set the child upon his own hip.  Joseph immediately slid down the leg
and would have fallen to the ground but for a fast save.

She giggled.  "Men's hips ain't big enough."

"How about this?"  He raised the child high and plopping him astraddle 
his neck, bare heels drumming his shoulder bones.  Bud soon caught one 
tiny foot firmly.  The baby immediately grabbed handfuls of the man's 
hair, which he tolerated stoically.

"Them shoulders is plenty big," she admitted admiringly.

"Whee!" Joseph crowed.  "Mamma little."

The adults chuckled.  Sarah heisted up her skirt and apron and squatted
between the corn plants.  Apparently she wore no underpants.  A thick 
stream rattled into the earth.  Looking down between her pale thighs, 
Bud saw the foam spread before her.  The baby craned around his neck.

"Mamma pee," he said positively.

Bud chuckled.  "He's seen this spectacle before."

"He goes with me when I weed the kitchen garden."

"How do you manage that?"

She looked up at him appraisingly.  "You mean the baby?  I put him 
down."

"Really?  In the dirt?"

She shrugged.  "He likes earthworms."

Bud studied her thoughtfully as she produced a final squirt or two and 
stood up, deliberately dragging the tail of her skirt between her legs.
"My god, Sarah!"

Her eyes narrowed.  "What?  Birds live on them, you know."

"A mother totally free of cultural biases!"

"What are you talking about?"

He sighed heavily.  "How would you react if I whipped out my ... cock 
right now?"

Her eyes sparkled.  "Try it and see."

He stared at her for several seconds and seemed to deflate.  "I do have
to piss."  A hand fumbled with the buttons of his fly and drew forth his
half-erect, sizeable penis.

She watched him with the beginnings of a smile as he aimed into the dirt
before him.

"Can I?" she asked.  Before he could respond, her hand darted over the 
corn plants and displaced his own around the organ.  Guiding the flow, 
she outlined a Valentine heart with the liquid splashing in the dirt.

She laughed with pleasure when his flow continued beyond the complete 
outline.  "You can only do this with a cock."

"Bud pee!" crowed the baby over the man's shoulder.

"You've drawn that heart before?" Bud asked.

"With Tim's cock.  And Uncle Ted's.  He's the one who showed me how.  
I've tried it myself, wiggling my hips, but a girl's pee is too hard to
control."

He said dryly, hand over hers to shake off the last drops, "I'll have to
try it the next time I piss."

"Bud, this is such a _nice_ cock!"  Already squatting, she leaned toward
him, kneeling among the corn plants, caught his hips to turn him toward
her and sucked the straightening flesh into her mouth.  He twitched and
grunted.

After a few audible slurps, she raised her head.  "Are you up to this, 
Bud?  I want to taste you again."

He breathed heavily.  "I don't know.  I probably need to sit down."

"Then come on."

She led him back to the arbor, looking over her shoulder and giggling.

"What?" he demanded.

"I like a man with his cock sticking out.  Take your pants down."

In the arbor he took them off before sitting on the boards of the bench.
The baby continued its perch on his shoulders.  The woman dropped 
between his legs and sucked him into her mouth.

He warned, "Sarah, it's been over a week."

Her head began a swift bobbing.  He groaned loudly and as a precaution 
took the baby's torso in both hands while the ejaculatory spasms shook 
him.  Soon she released him and smacked her lips in apparent 
appreciation.  She shook her head.  "Oh, I love it!"

Though his vision had darkened, it quickly returned.  "The taste?" he 
asked in fascination.

"Everything about it.  A cock is so good in your mouth.  A nice big one
is special.  I love when it starts to squirt.  I came too, a little 
bit."

She sat back on her haunches.  "Bud, you're strong enough for us to do 
it right."

"To have normal sex?"

"Yeah, to fuck."

"I think you're right."

"I've got the regular laundry to do today, but tomorrow ...  You need
another bath."

"I'm sure of that.  I'm pretty ripe."

"Not 'cause you stink.  I like that.  'Cause we can take a bath 
together."  She grinned widely.  "And get you some more exercise."


* * *


With breakfast finished, Sarah accompanied Jeff to the back porch door 
and looked through the screen at the heavy clouds rolling in.  She said
quietly, "Bud's getting a bath this morning."

Her father grinned.  "You think he needs it?"

"_I_ need it!"

"Stinks that bad?"  The question was teasing and ironic.

"I ... I don't --"

"Looks to be bigger than even Ted's, don't it?"

She regarded his twinkling eyes and sniffed.  "If it rains, how about 
you and Jack finding something to do in the barn till dinnertime?"

"It's going to rain, but don't worry.  Lots to do in the barn."  He 
winked.  "Don't guess I need to say, have fun."

"Thank you, Dad."  She hugged and kissed him.

With grandfather and grandson gone she built up a roaring fire in the 
cookstove to heat water in the attached tank.  After cleaning up the 
kitchen she changed the baby and put him to breast, holding him there 
while she went to the bathroom and drew half a tub of water, warm enough
for Bud but cooler than she would have preferred.  In her life she had 
bathed several men.

With the bathroom ready she put the sleeping baby down in his crib.  At
Bud's bedroom door she smiled when she found him waiting barefoot in the
robe he had worn to breakfast.

"Okay, Bud, it's time.  I'm glad you remembered."

He shook his head.  "This I couldn't forget."

Thunder rumbled in the distance as he followed her down the hall.  "Do 
we need rain?"

"Not especially," she answered over her shoulder.  "A light rain would 
be good for the garden.  More'd be good for the corn.  Let me undress."

He paused at her bedroom door, watching as she hung up her clothing.  
She stretched out her hand.  "Give me that robe to put in the wash 
basket."

The bare bulb dangling from the ceiling lit her brightly as she took the
garment.  His gaze followed the swaying breasts and beautiful pink 
nipples.  She stood up, smiling at his eyes directed upon the thick 
pubic bush between wide hips.  Her own eyes dropped to his groin.

He closed the door and stood directly before her.  The room was full of
her aroma.  "God, Sarah, you're filling me up!"

"I can see what's filling up," she said in pretended irony, "but it's 
the same for me."

"I couldn't have waited much longer."  Lifting her chin, he kissed the 
full pink lips lips and sweet-tasting tongue.  She pressed her chest 
against his, hand enclosing his erection.  He swallowed with evident 
desire.

She gazed into his brown eyes.  He was tall, strong and powerful, 
shoulders thickly muscled.  180 pounds of male flesh caused her to 
moisten.  His embrace supported her.

She took a deep breath.  "One day you'll get your memory back."

"Will I?"

"And want to leave."  The thought of letting him go was as hard as 
Tim's death. 

"You don't know that.  Anyway, why think of it now?"

She smiled tremulously.  "A woman don't trust good luck."

"Shall we discuss philosophy or take a bath?"  He smiled to remove the 
sting.

They turned to the bathtub of lukewarm water that awaited their 
pleasure.

His smile widened and brown eyes twinkled.  "Will you bathe me again?"

Her features softened.  "If you like."  Aching to know his body further,
she had awaited this moment for days.

She poured Ivory flakes into the water, added a bar of soap and 
washcloths.  An old towel went on the floor to protect feet from 
slipping.

When she stood, turning partly toward him in invitation, Bud inhaled 
with pleasure.  "This is the first time I've seen you nude."

"Well?"  She lifted an eyebrow coquettishly.

His hand lifted a maternal breast, sagging with milk.  "You are the 
ideal of womanhood."

She smiled.  "The ideal?"

"Such a lovely face!"  His hand stroked her belly.  "Smooth skin, narrow
waist despite two babies, round hips ... and these auburn curls ..."  He
sighed.  "They set my cock afire."

Her eyes closed when she felt his fingers probing, barely touching her.
She moaned. His touch was refined, subtler than her father's.  Her hands
cupped his swollen meat.  His balls were heavy.  When she barely held 
them, he moaned with pleasure.

"You smell of rose water," he murmured, kissing her neck.

"I love the way _you_ smell," she answered.

He was as yet unwashed and she knew that _love_ was not a strong enough
word.  Her full lips joined his in a lingering kiss.  Unable to get 
enough, she pressed firmly against him, feeling his engorged meat throb
against her private area, adding to her moisture.

White drops appeared at her nipples, wetting his chest hairs.  His 
fingers lifted both big breasts.  Obviously he enjoyed the heft.  They 
were laced with blue veins and filled, though not yet painfully, with 
mother's milk.

"Nothing can be more precious than these," he told her, bending to drink
from the eager nipples.

She had to feel him, holding and rolling the organ with her hands, 
titillated by the difference of the missing foreskin.  Her other lovers
had never allowed her such a thorough examination.  Fleetingly she 
wondered if their darker foreskin-covered knobs were too sensitive.

Worried of hurting him, she looked into his face and saw ecstasy. 

The sight inspired her.  Dropping to her knees, she applied her talented
tongue to the rough knob, causing him to moan.  Her lips closed around 
it.  Though this was her third time mouthing this particular hard cock,
it was still delightfully unfamiliar.  While working it deeper in her 
throat, she quickly remembered the others she had admitted there.  The 
smallest had been that of her son, Jack, the largest Ted's until this 
one.  How many had there been?  She almost giggled: two more than anyone
else knew! 

Bud moaned and suggested, "You'd better stop."

Quickly she released him.  Holding her shoulders, he lifted her against
his warm body.  The hair on his chest tickled her breasts.  

He caught his breath.  "I was about to wash your tonsils."

"I love that," she said, her face in his neck.

"Can we sit in there together?"

"Let me get between your legs with mine around your waist.  Wait!  Is 
the water too hot?"

Bud inserted his foot.  "I think it's perfect."

When they had settled as she described, water rose to her wide breasts.
She scooted against him, belly to belly, feeling his erection under its
target.

Eyes twinkling, she asked, "You in a hurry to get clean?"

His face was flushed.  "I'm in a hurry for you."

She sighed.  "It's so tempting!  But we better wash while the water's 
warm."

He sighed too.  "It's good one of us is practical."

Using the washcloths, they bathed each other. She washed his back as he
did the same for her -- in an embrace.  Finding his swollen member, she
studied it in two hands, realizing its girth.

He said with feeling, "I adore how you touch me."

Inhaling, she responded, "I never knew a man could be this large."  She
smiled impishly.  "The first time I saw it get hard I thought, 'It'll 
kill me.'"

"But it didn't.  What do you think now?"

"I think it'll be wonderful."

She teased the wide knob with light fingernails.  Bud moaned.  "Sarah, 
my sweet Sarah."

She noticed he was swelling even more.  His fingers penetrated her hot 
center.  Breathless, they both seemed unable to get enough.  She felt 
herself drowning in the dark brown eyes that devoured her.  Whispering 
love words, he nibbled her neck.  Ripples of desire ran down her spine.
She sat perfectly still, enjoying his touch. 

Breathing deeply, feeling his chest hairs, she knew his love would be 
lush and grand.  Her hands stroked his powerful arms.  Using the soap 
she cleaned his chest and his underarms.  Breathing his close aroma made
her gasp with pleasure.  He tried to capture her engorged breasts in his
hands.  Sleek, slippery fingers bathed her.

"Oh, Bud, I can't wait!"

He shook his head.  "Not yet, my sweet. Let's make it slow and 
beautiful."  His eyes too were dark with need.  She would never tire of
his adoring eyes.

With a sigh she suggested, "Let's dry one another."

They climbed out of the tub and toweled each other briskly.

She leaned back to study his torso.  "Your bruises are really fading!"

His eyes twinkled.  "Maybe in another week I won't scare pretty girls."

She giggled.  "Only with your cock."

His hips swayed; the massive organ slapped his thighs.  He pretended 
disappointment.  "You don't look scared."

She shivered.  "Scared I won't get it in a minute."

She threw back the bed clothing.  Eyes fixed on each other, they fell 
onto the mattress and found each other's body.  He kissed her wildly 
with yearning and passion, opening her mouth with his tongue.  Sudden 
tears streamed down her face.

He tasted the salt and drew back, wide eyed.  "What's wrong, my 
darling?"

She sighed heavily.  She knew this pleasure could only be temporary.  
His memory of other women would return.  She shook her head violently, 
dashing the tears away, smiled at him invitingly and said, "Impatience,
I guess."

His body rolled gently atop hers.  Soft hairs of his chest teased her 
nipples.  He knew how to make every nerve in her body stand on end.  He
raised his head.  She looked into loving eyes.  With the feel of a 
wonderful dream, she could imagine him inside her, as he would soon be.
His body, hard and strong, made her weak with desire.  His forehead 
shined in the dim light.  It was a time for full discovery.

Her fingers found his swollen member and she squeaked, aware of its size
as never before.

Kissing her eyes, and nose, he whispered in her ear, "Shhh, don't be 
frightened, love, it will be wonderful.  We'll fit together and it will
be beautiful." 

His face showed love and tenderness.  Stroking his tumescencce was 
delicious. "You feel like velvet," she murmured.  Her fingernails grazed
the tip while he kissed her nose.

He moaned, licked his lips and murmured, "Sarah, I have dreamed of this
moment for nights."  

Teasing, admiring its size, Sarah re-examined his throbbing meat.  "This
will kill me, but I can't wait to feel it stretch me."

Her body reacted strongly to his.  Almost from the first she had 
understood how much alike were their feelings.  Her eyes closed as he 
teased her mound.  His caress was breathtaking upon soft skin and wiry 
hair.  His fingers had reached her auburn curls.  Making it a game of 
tease and touch, they roamed between her legs as she sighed and moaned 
in pleasure.

Her free hand found his face.  She held his jaw, feeling the new growth
of his whiskers.  Her chin rose and she kissed him lovingly, aching for
him, loving this wonderful man.  In comparison her father was 
deliberate, uncouth, unschooled in the arts of love.  She banished the 
thought for its disloyalty.

Now his fingers found her moist and swollen.  His manhood replaced his 
fingers, touching both lower lips.  "Sarah, are you ready for me?"

Her answer was to wiggle her hips.  That quickly her slippery flesh 
sheathed him.  He gasped.

She moaned, "Oh, Bud, oh, Bud, you fill me up!"

"Do you like that?"

"No.  I _love_ it!  Do you like it?"

His hips began to thrust forward and back.  "Oh, god, Sarah.  Nothing in
life is sweeter."

"No, don't move," she cautioned.  "We've got all morning.  Dad and Jack
will stay in the barn, and I made sure Joseph got his fill.  He'll sleep
a long time."

The wind picked up, causing a loose shutter to rattle outside by the 
dining room.

Bud cocked his head.  "I'll fix that in a few days."

She smiled in his neck, feeling the enlargement in her bottom, almost 
asking if he was sure of his strength for this, deciding they'd soon 
find out.

Raindrops pattered tentatively on the metal roof.

"I can feel your heart beating," he said in wonder.

"Yours too.  It's on the wrong side."  They both laughed.

The gingerbread clock in the hall clanged ten times.  A log settled in 
the kitchen stove.

His eyes closed, "This feels so right.  I can't believe I have a wife."

A quiet man loved her deeply.  She said, "I don't want to believe it."

Embracing each other, they lay in companionable silence, his elbows 
supporting part of his weight.  Too soon curiosity made her ask, "Can 
you stand it like this?"

"For a while.  Oho!"

She grinned.  "Feel me squeezing you?"

"Do I ever!  Oh, Sarah, you are so talented."

Mama had told her how men liked it.  She had practiced first upon her 
own father.  Now she continued to close and relax her sphincter, 
thrilling at his resulting enlargement.

"Bud, for as long as I can recall, Daddy and Uncle Ted -- and Tim -- 
were the only men I loved. Now you're in my life and I'm terrified I 
will loose you."

He shook his head.  "Aren't you borrowing trouble, darling?"

"Doc and I had a conversation the day he examined you."

"I know you went off with him."

Her eyes examined his.  She decided not to pursue the implication.  "We
talked about amnesia and the different kinds of it.  As you get over it,
older memories will come back first.  Finally you'll recall things more
recent.  And you'll forget what happened while you had amnesia."

She felt tears on her cheeks.  "I'm afraid you'll have no memory of me 
or Joseph.  You'll see us as mere strangers in your world."

"The doctor told you that?"

"Yes, he did."

Bud smiled.  "Then you'll just have to reacquaint me."

She took a breath.  "Doc also mentioned, by your speech, you're an 
educated man."

"I have a degree, though I don't recall where I got it."

Her eyes fell away.  "If you get to know me again, I'll only embarrass 
you." 

"Shhh, sweetheart, there is nothing you can do to embarrass me."

"Bud, I'm not educated."  How could she possibly compete with the 
refined and cultured women of his world?  And his mother would never 
accept her, she thought.

Kissing her tears away, he declared, "Sarah, you are an amazing woman."

"Bud, I have to make my own clothing.  I'm not a woman of the world."

"Ha!  Few 'women of the world' can make their own clothing, you know, or
anything else.  And who says I'm looking for a woman of the world?  You
don't recognize your real talent."

"My talent?"

"I've never even heard of a woman who is so devoted and loving to her 
family."

"But ..."

"You do everything in your power to make your men the happiest in the 
world.  You sleep with your father, your son, your uncle -- and even the
doctor to keep them healthy."

She squeezed his shoulders.  "Don't talk about it.  You heard what Daddy
said."

"Sarah, I am not a member of that prejudiced public your father fears.
Far from it!  The moment I woke you were sucking my cock.  Yesterday you
did it again.  And drawing that heart with my piss --  how many men can
enjoy such pleasure?  When I look at you, I see the personification of 
love."

He saw that she was blushing pinker than her auburn curls.  He added, "I
admire your pretty face, your freckles, your tenderness, passion, 
honesty and uninhibited loving.  You are a wonderful girl, Sarah, and 
when I have something to offer you beyond a hard cock ... well ..."

Her eyes lit.  "Don't ever knock that!  Tim had a big one, but yours is
..."  She shivered.  "Oh, Bud!  I do wish I could keep it."  Hearing her
own words, she blushed deeper.

He chuckled with pleasure.  "You're absolutely delightful!"

She gasped as he pushed himself to full penetration.  His lips found 
hers.  They kissed as her legs looped about him, holding him captive as
well.  When their faces parted, he smiled while a finger traced her 
forehead down to her cute nose onto the full lips.  A finger of his 
other hand curled into the folds of a dainty ear.  His tongue licked her
neck.

"Oh, Bud."  She loved his face: the deep brown eyes and blunt jaw, but 
mostly his lips.  She could spend a lifetime just exploring his sensuous
lips.  She found a faint scar above his right eyebrow.

He murmured, "Sarah, I want to make you cry with pleasure."

She moaned as their tongues touched.  Her arms encircled his wide 
shoulders and held him tightly.  His restraint and ability to control 
his own need overwhelmed her.  

He patiently waited.  Finally her hips began to roll gently.  She kissed
his cheeks, his eyes, his lips.  "Do me, Bud; do me!

"Sarah, sweet, you're so tight I hate to move."

"I can't stand it if you don't."  

Taking his time, he parted her flesh with long, slow controlled strokes.
Her eyes widened with pleasure, reacting to his gentleness and massive 
strength.

His swollen member filled her with rapture.  She cried, "Oh, Bud, it's 
wonderful." 

With the feeling of flying higher and higher into a place of sheer 
heaven, she raised her hips to receive him deeper.  Twisting and 
writhing in complete passionate pleasure, she had never known such 
loving delights, exceeding even her dreams.  Holding her man, she opened
her knees wider, wanting every inch of him inside of her.

He quivered, groaned, and pressed deep, arching.  His tightened mouth 
muttered her name and something else.  She screamed as she found her way
to heaven.  She lifted higher, higher, higher, until she exploded into a
million tingles.  The scintillation continued until she felt him 
ejaculate.  Through her haze of pleasure she saw beads of sweat dotting
his forehead and the muscles in his arms standing out like formations in
stone.

His cries harmonized with hers.  As he shuddered in release, she found 
it wonderful to observe.  She held his powerful shoulders, felt his deep
tremors, and thought it more unbelievable than anything she ever 
experienced.  Glorious feelings washed over her body.  Fleshly waves 
rippled around his manhood.  He kissed her lips, her face and her neck 
and raised his head, smiling proudly. 

When it was over, he fell to his side and draped a limp arm across her 
stomach, eyes closed though he smiled.  Their damp skin touched from 
shoulder to ankle.  Holding one another, they listened to the rain on 
the window.  The howling wind caused her to snuggle closer.

He asked, "Aren't you concerned about being with child again?"

"Mmm?"

"I just soaked your womb."

"Bud, when a woman nurses, she ain't ripe."

"Not ripe?"

Sarah smiled.  "She can't get pregnant."

"You can't?"

"My monthlies don't come."

His voice was impressed.  "I'm glad to hear that nature does have some 
regard for women."

Sarah giggled.  "Lots of it.  If I didn't have to get up in a minute and
fix dinner, I'd show you some more."

"You ... would?"

She touched his face tenderly.  "Don't worry, Bud: you've made me happy
this morning.  I'm tingling like a bell.  After dinner, when I put 
Joseph back to bed, we'll see.  Right now help me with this."

She raised up over him and plopped a big breast into his face.  His lips
captured its nipple before it had ceased jiggling.  

"Why, Bud," she breathed through a giggle, "fucking sure makes you 
thirsty!"


* * *


Jeff leered at Bud over the noontime dinner.  "Have a nice morning?"

Bud glanced at Jack, whose eyes shifted away.  "I took a bath and hope I
smell better."

"Sure you do!  What about it, Sarah?"

She was feeding minced snapbeans to Joseph, sitting in her lap.  "What 
about what?"

"Does he smell better?"

She looked up at her father with a dreamy smile.  "He smells fine."

The man chuckled but regarded her narrowly.  "Wa'n't too big for you?"

She returned her attention to the baby, reddened cheeks her only 
response to the question.

Bud said, "She was a lot of help, but I'm able to get around pretty 
well.  Let me know when you're ready for me to help."

"What kind of help?" demanded Jack, looking from his mother to Bud.

Jeff said slyly, "He's already helping in the house."

"Doing what?" Jack demanded further, glaring at Bud.

"Doing pretty good," answered Jeff, "from all the signs."  Ignoring the
angry lad, he continued, "I could use some help too, if you know 
anything about tractor engines."

For a moment Bud contemplated something internal, saying at last, "I 
know engines."

"That's the problem.  While it was raining, I changed the oil in the 
tractor.  Now it won't start up."

"_I_ changed the oil!" Jack corrected.

Jeff grinned.  "Probably reason enough, huh?"

The lad glowered silently at his grandfather.

The old man turned to Bud.  "If you have a moment when you finish 
eating, take a look at it, will you?"

"Of course."

"Oh, god, Bud," breathed Sarah, eyes huge on his.  "That tractor is our
heart."

He nodded slowly.  "I know what you mean.  We'll fix it.  Don't worry."


* * *


Bud only needed one look.  He glanced around in wonder at man and 
grandson.  "You mean to say you don't see it?"

"See what?" asked Jeff.

"Your distributor cap is broken."  Bud reached into the engine and 
lifted a black shell dangling from two thick wires.  "See this?  And 
this?"  With his other hand he lifted an identical piece, dangling from
two other wires.

Jeff bit his lip.  "You mean ... it ain't supposed to look like that?"

"It's supposed to be one piece that fits around this base and lets the 
rotor distribute the spark to the plugs."

Jeff glared at his grandson.  "How'n hell did you break it?"

"The ..."  Jack swallowed.  "The wrench slipped and hit something, but I
didn't see no break, Grandpa, or I'd've told you."

"Jesus Christ, kid!  You've put us out of business now."

Bud said, "Maybe not.  Look here.  It's a bakelite casting that broke 
right on the seams, smooth as a cut.  Got any bailing wire?"

Jeff blinked.  "Can't run a farm without bailing wire.  You know where 
the roll is, Jack."

"And a pair of pliers," Bud added.

The lad went to the large tackle box at the back of the barn and 
returned with a coil of wire and pliers.  Bud fitted the two halves of 
the cap back around the base, careful to align it with the guiding 
notch, and told Jack to hold it together.  A dozen turns of bailing 
wire, twisted tight and cut with the pliers, finished the repair.

After replacing the lad's hand with his own, Bud shook the distributor 
cap vigorously enough to rock the tractor slightly on its springs.  He 
grinned at Jeff.  "Good as new!  Start it up."

The old man pulled out the hand throttle and choke, flipped the ignition
switch on and fitted a starting crank into the front of the tractor.  
Muscles bunching in his shoulder, he spun the crank with increasing 
speed.  He was rewarded first with the flash-bang of a backfire.  Then 
the engine caught, emitting a cloud of blue smoke before settling into 
an even rhythm.

Jack leaned over the seat and pushed in the choke.  The engine speeded 
up slightly.

His grandfather's eyes were wide.  "God, Bud, how'll we ever thank you?"

Ignoring the question, the stranger said, "I see a battery.  Something 
wrong with it?"

"It won't start the engine."

"But it'll run the headlights," added the lad.

Bud pointed.  "See all that green corrosion on the battery terminals?  
We might be able to fix your starter.  Got a wire brush?"

"I'll get it," said Jack, turning away.

"Plus a dab of grease and a little can of gasoline," added Bud, reaching
in to turn off the ignition.


* * *


"Jesus Christ, Bud," said Jeff with awe in his voice after stopping the
tractor outside the barn, no longer concerned with the difficulty of 
restarting it.  "You're a fucking ace mechanic!  Sure am glad your 
memory came back."

The stranger sighed.  "But it didn't.  I still can't tell you who I am 
or how I got here."

"Will you shake my hand?"  The two shook vigorously.  Jeff continued, "I
don't care how it happened.  You're damn good luck for the Martin farm."

Bud grinned crookedly.  "Going to let me stay?"

"Just try to leave!"

Jack's hands settled on his hips.  "Wait a minute.  What'd he do that 
was so great?"

"Saved our asses, that's what!"

"With some bailing wire?"  The lad's voice rose incredulously.

Jeff studied his grandson thoughtfully.  "Jack, remember the time you 
couldn't hook the hay trailer on the tractor?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Why was that?"

"I didn't know about the retaining pin."

"All I did was drop it in the hole for you, right?"

"Yeah, that's all."

"But I knew it was needed and where it went.  You didn't.  Bud knows 
about engines and we don't.  If he wa'n't here, Jack, we'd've been sunk.
For sure we couldn't pay no mechanic."

"It's still just a little bailing wire!"

Jeff chuckled bitterly.  "Instead of complaining, you ought to be 
thanking him.  Keep in mind who broke the tractor in the first place."

The lad blushed and turned away muttering.

"What's that?" demanded Jeff.

"He'd be okay if he'd just leave Mamma alone."

"That's another thing you need to remember, son."

"What?"

"You saw how happy she was at dinner.  Who your mamma plays with is 
_her_ business, and that's the way it's gonna be so long as I have 
anything to say about it."  His eyes drifted to Bud.  "Wha'd'you say to
that?"

Bud did not smile.  "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

Jack looked puzzled.  "But you ain't in Rome."

His grandfather shook his head.  "Wonder if school would do him any 
good.  Go unload the seed bins, Jack."

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