Can't Tell You Just How Much That Girl Sally Has Meant To Me

I quite literally fell off the turnip truck. Broke my arm. I was four.

Anyway we grew up in a rural lifestyle, wholesome rural lifestyle. Their was another family with one of those female type kids and they brought her over from time to time to show her off. When they brought her over they brought the latest thing she had cooked, if you ask me, it was all good, but then again I was a growing teenager and anything tasted good, especially if she was sitting there watching me eat it all.

Things got crossthreaded one Sunday when I asked her if she didn't mind, I wanted her to marry me. Well she said, you must have fallen off the turnip truck, hadn't I heard, she was going to college. Talk about being set back on my back quarters. I asked around and I was told that college was a state junior college and all you had to do was ask to get in. If you flunked out, well you went back to the farm.

I made sure she knew I was going with her, to keep her out of trouble and make sure that no other guy got close to her. She told me she didn't like me, like that. I said I didn't care. as far as I was concerned we were as good as married, she had been cooking me Sunday dinner since she was eleven. That settled we went about taking classes.

I had always had a bit of mechanical mind and I did well in the mechanical classes and she did well in the girl type classes (teacher, but don't say it out loud). I told her when we got back home for the long winter holiday that I wasn't going back to school with her unless she sucked my dick. And a real good suck I told her, all the other guys there already had their dicks sucked and here she was holding off on me. She told me she had no intention of sucking my dick, 'now or never, I don't suck dick'. So she had to bite her lip and take my dick in her mouth and eat her words.

Back at school the next semester, I was walking around like all the big guys from town, I had my dick sucked over the winter break. That's nothing they said, their girlfriends gave them pussy. Country bumpkin. I had to go ask, 'you got to give me pussy'. She said no how, not now, not never, she wasn't ever giving me pussy. She was saving herself for marriage to a lawyer or a doctor. Her pussy was sweet and wet and tight and I came all over her and inside of her and all over her again. A girl with a pussy like that can make a man do somersaults.

Now she said I'd done it. Like her or not like her I had no choice but to make her an honest woman and marry her, and no waiting around because she wasn't getting married when her belly was in season. The JP asked what the hurry was, and she told him to get on with it.

Well she was in season and she grew one fine belly. She named the little critter after her grandfather, Moses. But we called him Jake. She finished her courses while her mother took care of Jake and then she went into season again and we had this girl critter she named Mary, like for Mary and Joseph. And she told me she was going to make it to her altar as virgin as the day she was borne or I had to shoot the son of bitch who toucher her.

By the by, in country talk, she went ahead and filled up the house one critter at a time. Some critters were boy critters and some critters were girl critters and soon there was no more room to stuff them in. They were all stuffed either in the boy room or the girl room, sleeping two to a bed. Anyway that's what I got because she was one fertile filly and she meant to show me up, didn't want no one thinking I couldn't fulfill my husbandly duties.

I need to go back a little, I got a degree from that school in Massachusetts, MIT. I got a PhD, for piled higher and deeper, in Mechanical Engineering and was working for the folks with NASA on their lunar rover. The pay wasn't that much, but the work was fine, and she kept a good house and was parsimonious with the money and the boys and girls all grew up like they were supposed to. Damn good wife she turned out to be. Albeit a bit stubborn.

We have been retired a good amount now, we have a whole passel of grandchildren and a few of those great grandchildren critters running around. My good wife is ailing something fierce, seems that the time is coming. Just wanted to get it out there to the good ol' boys on the internet. If you ever have to marry one of them Sample girls, pick the one that cooks for you, that's the one that's picked you.