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Farmer Brown’s Woods.
Yes the story of lovers lane #3 continues but we are now fucking in the woods. Lucky I kept notes and shared our secrets all of these years. Spring 1957 and we now had our private secret fuckin spot in the woods. Not a lot of woods. But a 1949 Dodge does not take up a lot of space. We married in the middle of October 1957 so our little piece of heaven in the woods wasn’t used long.
During this time several other young couples would park in some of the drive ways along lovers lane #3. But most didn’t return often. The best part of this lane was that very little traffic came down it and the farmers who owned the land didn’t seem to mind.
We’d park in the woods as often as we had time. We even stayed overnight weekends now and then, sleeping in the car and having picnics all alone in the woods. As long as it wasn’t raining we’d fuck naked on our blanket in the grass. Yes, finally we could get naked!

Must have been a Saturday morning, spring of 1957. We were bare assed naked messing around on our blanket when we heard farmer Brown’s tractor getting nearer. We really didn’t worry and we could tell he was soon out in his field working. I was fucking Dollie when she whispered to me. “I think someone is watching from the woods.”
Some of our young friends had seen us fuck but we’d also watched them. We also found out Dollie’s brother-in-law watched us at their farm fucking several times when we thought we were alone in the fields. Her sister knew what we did in the woods but until later we had no idea they had watched. This was the same brother-in-law who held Dollie down as his farm hand ra--ped Dollie. So this left us uncomfortable. Still we got over it, hoping it was now screwing with Richard‘s mind. Even later on we’d put on shows for poor Richard the voyeur.

Yet the thought of farmer Brown watching us naked and fucking bothered us. Then reality sunk in. Farmer Brown couldn’t be watching from the woods because we could hear his tractor farther out in the field! NO sooner than we figured it out, Mrs. Farmer Brown walked up and wished us a good morning! Talk about two teenagers being embarrassed! It’s times like this when a guy does not know if he should jump up with a full erection and run for cover or just stop and lay there with it inside his girlfriend. I choose to lay there.
Even with notes this part is fuzzy. Here’s the best we remember. Mrs. Farmer Brown admitted she’d been watching us several other times since we’ve been in the woods. She loved watching and was trying to build up the courage to walk up closer. Today she did just that.
Her story went on, as we started to get up. Mrs. Farmer Brown begged us to continue having sex. That’s why she came closer. My cock was still in Dollie’s wet pussy and we were just getting started. This couldn’t be any more embarrassing than Dollie’s mommy watching and those two women were probably about the same ages.
Keep in mind I was 18, Dollie 16, and Mrs. Farmer Brown told us she was around 60. Briefly her story was her and Farmer Brown never did fuck a lot and she couldn’t remember when the last time was. Driving by and knowing what we were doing was driving her crazy. This was her plan when Farmer Brown took us to the old homestead lot in the woods. She’d already told her husband she was going to sneak down and watch from behind the bushes and trees. She just couldn’t get a close enough look so decided to just walk right up and explain why she was there.
So, now we knew we’d been watched and we’d been set up. The right thing to do was put on a show for Mrs Brown for letting us use her property. So we did. We fucked and fucked, trading places and fucking some more. We were both exhausted and as we lay there Mrs. Farmer Brown thanked us and walked down the lane to her car at the gate.
This happened several more times until we married in the middle of October that same year. Only now Mrs. Farmer Brown drove down and parked next to my car. We found out she’d see me drive by her farm house then drive down. I’d guess she was there watching maybe 50% of the time while on the blanket beside my car in the grass in the woods on lovers lane. Of course back then we had no idea we were dogging.

Here’s where I could lie and tell a tale of fucking Mrs Farmer Brown and her sucking my cock until my jazz ran out her nose. But this is a true non fiction story and honestly nothing happened between us and Mrs Farmer Brown except her hugging us each time she’d leave and saying thanks. I’m pretty sure a few times my dripping prick rubbed cum on Mrs. Farmer Brown’s clothes while hugging!



A quickie note………..I was 18 and Dollie 16. Neither parents would co-sign for us to get married. Together we had a stupid plan. Let’s get pregnant then they will! Dollie’s mom knew we were fucking like rabbits. Her dad soon knew and they told my parents. They tried many times to break us up. Finally they decided maybe we should get married before Dollie gets knocked up. Out of the blue my grandparents talked to our minister and he would marry us in his church office. No big wedding. Just our two best friends, Don and Pat, and a party after at my uncle’s house. The real problem was it had to be midweek because there were other weddings and events planned for future weekends. Why October 13th we don’t know. Hell I even had to work the next day! “It will never last” we were often told! Don and Pat married a month later and we were at their wedding. We’re all still happily married.