0 comments/ 212006 views/ 13 favorites Down on the Farm By: Starlight The light aircraft had bumped and reared all the way from "The Hill." Now, as it touched down on the runway of the family cattle station, I felt a tremendous weariness engulf me. I had begun with the flight from Paris to London to say goodbye to a few old friends. From there, I had taken the interminable flight to Sydney. An internal flight had taken me to "The Hill," and a light aircraft had taken me home. I had been in Paris for the past two years studying at an art school, and had soaked up the life of that sophisticated city. I was returning to an outback cattle station that was in danger of financial collapse. My father had become a hopeless alcoholic, and it was my mother who had struggled to keep things going. Mother, or Leah, is a well educated and a cultured lady. She had married the tall, handsome man that had been my father, who seemed to embody the romance of the outback. The clear skies at night, hot dry days, wide-open spaces and the freedom. When she married, cattle had been an important part of the national economy, but not long after their importance began to decline. In addition, mother had not taken into account the loneliness, the isolation and lack of contact with other women. Her love of music and literature were not common features of the pastoralist's life, and even the radio and television were subject to poor reception, or none at all. No one told mother that the "romance of the outback" included long droughts, dry dams and dust storms. Mother could have chosen from a large number of men who desired her. She elected to marry the dashing boy from the bush. All went well for as long as the "in love" sexual attraction remained, but once she became pregnant with me, my father's interest declined. In the following years he took to drinking increasingly, and nearly brought the business to financial ruin. It was mother's efforts that had kept things going. It had been mother who had persuaded, or perhaps bullied is a better term, my father into letting me pursue my interest in art. His attitude had been, "I couldn't care less what the bloody poofta does." There was still some money in the family at that time, so I was allowed to go in pursuit of my longed for career as an artist. Now, with collapse imminent and no more money, I had been called back to help salvage the situation. I clambered out of the aircraft and looked around. Almost as far as the eye could see there was nothing but salt and blue bush, but in the far distance, seeming to hang on the horizon, there was a line of blue-grey hills. Our cattle station extended to those hills and beyond. Citizens of the U.S.A. boast about the size of things in Texas. What most of them don't know is, that one cattle station here can be as big, even bigger, than Texas, and that we have many such cattle stations. Mother was there to meet me in the station pick-up. She looked tired, and was dressed in jeans and a shirt. She almost fell into my arms, saying, "Darling, I'm so glad you've come home," and then burst into tears, burying her self against me. Holding her, I was nonplussed. My strong mother, who had always been my support, seemed suddenly to be the dependent child. We went, or rather, I led her, to the pickup. She was still crying, so I took the wheel and drove the three or four kilometres to the station house. The station house is a large, five-bedroom place, and as if it were a small hamlet, there were a dozen other, not as big houses, once used by the senior and permanent station hands. This had included the station accountant and foreman. With the decline of the business most of these people had now gone. Little was said on the brief drive to the home, but looking at the passing scene, it was obvious that things were run down. Cattle gates were sagging on their hinges, fences were in a poor state of repair, and if this were the case so close to home, what was it like further out in the bush? The station itself had a dilapidated appearance. Where once the houses had been tidy and painted, they now looked disreputable and peeling. It was as if nobody cared any longer. We pulled up in front of the station house in a cloud of dust. Amos, the Aboriginal foreman and his wife Bathsheba were there to greet us. I kissed Bathsheba on the cheek and as Amos and I shook hands, and he said, "Thank the Good lord you've come back. The place is in a terrible state." "I'll settle in, Amos, and we can talk tomorrow," I replied, and followed mother into the house. I wanted something to eat and a rest, but she said, "You'd better see your father." I had wondered why he had not appeared so far. I was about to find out. Mother went on, "He spends his time in the family room now. I think you'd better prepare yourself for a shock." She was right about the shock. When I had last seen my father two years ago, he had been drinking heavily. When the door opened on the family room the scene was one I could hardly believe. In the midst of filth and chaos sat what I took to be an old man. There were spirit bottles all over the place, some empty, other partially filled and a crate of full bottles. The room stank and not a single item of furniture seemed to be in one piece. Blood shot eyes stared at me blankly from a ravaged face, but without recognition. "Hello dad," I said. There was no response. I extended my hand to him, but there was no reaction. Mother touched my arm. "Come away, darling. He doesn't know you." The door closed on the wretched scene, and I turned to mother, "What the hell's been going on? How did he get in this state?" "After you left," mother replied, "he drank more and more. We tried to keep him and the room clean, but he became violent, so we gave up trying. After a time, he stopped the violence, but his memory seemed to go. He didn't recognise Amos or Bathsheba, and in the end he failed to recognise me." "But shouldn't he be in hospital or a nursing home?" I asked. "He's been in hospital at The Hill three times. After the last time, the doctor said that if he didn't stop drinking the next time would be the last. Sorry you had to see him as soon as you got here, but I thought it best to get it over with." I ate the meal that Bathsheba had prepared, then announced that I would like to go to bed for a couple of hours and catch up on lost sleep. My old room was ready for me, but sleep was hard to come by. The whole wretched situation was going round and round in my head. Eventually I dropped off, and I must have slept for nearly three hours. I woke wondering where I was for a few seconds, then rose, showered, dressed and went in search of mother. She was preparing the evening meal. She began to talk about the situation, and this went on through the meal and into the evening. I had yet to look at the station accounts, but what I heard from mother gave me no comfort. We were heavily in debt to the bank that was threatening to foreclose. Amos had been trying to keep things going, but with a dwindling work force, machinery and equipment running down, a drought that had reduced feed and water for the cattle and poor market prices, he had been unable to cope. Even if all other aspects improved, we would still be hamstrung for money to pay the wages of the workers we would need. At the end of her recitation of all these woes, mother cried again. I hugged her, trying to comfort, and said optimistic things I did not really believe, and she knew I didn't. "Its all so hopeless, Roger. I've tried, I've really tried, but I don't think I'm really a bush woman. Amos has been wonderful, but he'll have to move on soon because we won't be able to pay him." "Look," I said, "Give me a few days to look at the accounts and the general condition of the place, then we'll decide what to do. We might still make a go of it, after all, it was prosperous place once, before father… or if not, we walk away and let the bank have it." With that it was decided it was time for bed, so saying good night I went to my room and lay wakeful for the next two hours worrying about things, until finally sleeping. The following day was one of unrelieved gloom until a single little ray of hope appeared. The accounts showed without doubt we were without funds, but I was unable to determine how many head of cattle we still had. It was Amos who brought in the spark of hope. I had outlined to him the situation, and had suggested he look around for other employment, when he said, "Look, boss, lets give it one more go. I've not been able to tackle the whole place, but I have kept the north west paddock going. I've been keeping my ears open about beef prices, and they're on the up again. Not much, but its better than it was. If I could muster in the north west paddock and bring them in, then we might make enough to get things on the go again." "But you can't do it on your own, Amos," I said gloomily, " and there's no money to pay hands." "I got an idea about that, boss," he said, "I reckon I can get enough blokes to do the job on spec." "What do you mean." "Well, offer a bit more than the going rate if they'll wait for their money until after you've sold." "Do you think they would?" "I reckon I can work it." I didn't need to think long about it. It was that or leave the place, so I said, "Have a go, Amos." "Right. It'd be a months work to muster the whole lot and get them in, but if I don't get too fussy, I can get a decent muster in here in a couple of weeks. I'll leave the breeders anyway, and we can clean up the others later. What you need is something to get you going quickly. The only thing is, the stockyard needs some repairs, and you'll have to get the buyers up here. If you can work on the yards and the buyers, leave the rest to me." So we got to work on this last ditch attempt. How Amos recruited his men I'll never know, but within days they were off, with Amos and Bathsheba (the cook) going ahead in the Land Rover to set up a base camp, and the rest following on with the horses for the mustering. That left mother and I alone, except for father. In the following week I worked on the stockyard and contacted buyers. There was a big order for low-grade beef in from overseas, so I got quite a number of interested takers. One hot afternoon I took a break from the stockyard repairs, and was trying to tidy and organise the office. I was dressed only in shorts and was bare footed. I had a question to ask mother about one of the accounts, so I went in search of her. Anticipating that she would be in the kitchen I started in that direction, and then became aware of a strange intense human squealing sound. It sounded like a reiterated "Eha, eha, eha…," very high pitched. I set about tracing where the noise was coming from, and it led to mother's bedroom. The door was ajar, and thinking she might be in pain, I started to open the door, then stopped, staring in astonishment. My barefooted approach had obviously not been heard by mother. What I saw through the narrow opening of the door was mother lying on her back in bed, naked. With one hand, she was fondling a plump breast, and the other hand was moving in the area of her genitals. I did not immediately understand what was happening, and then I saw that in her hand was an implement that she was thrusting in and out of her vagina. I had never seen a dildo before this, but I knew what it was. At the moment of my realisation the sounds mother was making changed. In a deeper, more contralto voice she was crying out, "Oh, oh, oh," Then there was a long drawn out "Aaaah," and she began to sob. All this must have taken only a matter of half a minute, but at the time, it felt longer. I seemed to see it as if I was suspended in time as I stared, bewildered yet fascinated. Suddenly snapping to, I realised I was looking at an intensely private activity. I quietly pulled the door closed and fled back to the office. It had never occurred to me that seeing a person engaged in masturbating could change your perspective of them quite dramatically. Obviously I knew that mother had engaged in sexual intercourse. How else would I have appeared on earth? Yet, somehow I had never thought of mother as a sexual being. To see her engaged, not in sexual intercourse, but relieving her sexual tensions with a dildo, was quite shocking, even though I had to masturbate from time to time. The woman whom I had seen, as a sexless, passionless being – almost a goddess – now had to be accounted as a normal human being, having the same needs and desires, the same passions and torments as the rest of us. As we pass through the stages of our lives, there are many events that seem to mark turning points. This brief sighting of mother in the act of masturbating meant that I now had to see her not only as "The Mother," but also as "The Woman." Looking back, I think this was the moment when I finally became an adult. If matters had rested at my seeing mother, I would not have been so disconcerted as I was. You see, the sight of mother had given me an erection. Even more unsettling was the fact that this arousal had a definite objective in view. It was not one of my Parisian girl friends, but mother. The sight of her hand on the breast, its fullness and the light brown nipple, the rapid sliding of the dildo in and out of her tunnel, had in the instant of seeing burned itself into my brain. It now remained there, branded into my sensual memory. I wanted it to be my hand fondling her breast, my lips on hers, my tongue in her vagina, my penis penetrating her, my sperm fertilising her. I wanted to breath in her sweet female fragrance, to feel her body pressed to mine, to speak and hear the words of love and passion lovers communicate in the act of sex. The suddenness of the transformation in my perception of mother was breathtaking. In a matter of minutes, she had become the object of my sexual desire, where previously I had never consciously had such a thought. I was trying to mentally process this change. Why now? Was it simply the fact that I had seen her naked and performing a sexual act? Looked at objectively, mother was and is a very attractive woman. At forty four, and even given the hard time she had been having in recent years, she still retained charm, and what I can only describe as allure. I am tempted to use the word "seductiveness," but that was present for me only after my sight of her in the bedroom. In the midst of all this reflection, I had hoped that my sexual agitation might cool down, but it didn't, it got worse. My penis was hard and dripping pre-cum. I had to slip off to my bedroom and relieve myself by hand. The temporary relaxation the ejaculation gave me brought more sobering thoughts to mind. I was contemplating incest. The dark tide of the ancient taboo swept over me. Mother is the forbidden woman. And however much I might desire her; it did not follow that mother would allow me to have her. There had never been any indication from her that suggested a sexual attachment to me. Even if she had not been my mother – had she been simply a woman I desired – the age difference might make the whole thing ridiculous. Twenty years is a wide gap, even if the older person has retained their looks and the younger is very mature. Even with these sombre thoughts, within half an hour I had another mother inspired erection. I retired once more the relieve myself, knowing that these new feelings were going to be a problem with their desired object being so close. A further change in the direction of things took place when my mother came bursting into the office a few days later saying, "Your father, he's vomiting blood." We called in the Flying Doctor Service, and father was flown to hospital at The Hill, accompanied by mother. From there, he was taken by helicopter to the Royal Hospital in the capital. Mother returned to the station, and our finances were such that she had to borrow money from friends in The Hill to get a flight home. On arrival, she was exhausted. She had wanted to go on with father to the city hospital, but given the crisis at home she thought it better to return here until we had found out how we stood after the sale. "I must get back to him as soon as we know what going to happen she said." Despite everything, it seemed that something of the old love for him still remained, or was it just her honouring the vows she had taken, "in sickness and in health"? I have never asked her about this, but felt a twinge of envy that my father could still retain at least her care. In fact, she never did see my father again. As the doctor had predicted, his next visit to the hospital would be his last. He died the day after we had the cattle sale. Our only remaining act for him was to attend his funeral. In the meantime, Amos was as good as his word. He brought a mob in by the end of a fortnight. I had done what I could to repair the stockyards, and the buyers arrived two days later. Amos was full of optimism. "There's a whole heap more cattle out there than I thought," he crowed. "I haven't been able to keep up with the numbers, but there's still good water draining down from the hills and the feed's pretty good. If we can keep going after this lot, we could start to get things straight. I reckon some of the other paddocks might be doing better than I hoped, as well." With that hope in our hearts, we went out on the sale day to listen to the auctioneer and note the prices paid. We did better than I hoped. We sold the lot, and very quickly the stock transports were loading up and on their way. We paid off the auctioneer and the hands that had worked in the muster. I took the pick-up on the long drive to The Hill and paid something off what we owed the bank. The bank manager suddenly became very affable. We had by then received news of father's death, and now having some ready money it was decided that mother and I, together with Amos and Bathsheba, would fly south to the capital for the funeral. Mother did not weep in my presence, but was very silent. Once she began a sentence, "When I think what could have been…," but her words trailed off. Returning to the station we began preparing for another sale, when, as if to add to our returning fortunes, it rained. It rained solidly for three days, holding up our preparations, but it brought with it one of the miracles of the outback. Sweeping over the vast arid plain like sunlight when a cloud passes over it, a mass of flowers. Like a huge carpet it stretched as far as the eye could see and beyond. Seeds that had lain dormant throughout the time of drought sprang into life, presenting us with a riot of colour. As the earth began to dry Amos and his men set off for another muster and I began preparations for the next sale. Mother had kept her virtual silence but one evening, as we sat listening to some of her recorded music, she began to speak. She spoke of meeting my father, of her fascination with him. Of the joy, they had in each other at first, then his gradual moving away from her emotionally. She talked of what she called her "deprivation," which I took as a euphemism for lack of sexual activity. I had of course long known that they slept in separate rooms. She spoke of the hopes and the "might have been things." The love she had for him and its erosion until all that was left was pity and a sense of loyalty. She cried quietly that evening, I think for her lost love and hopes. I held her, giving what comfort I could. I fear that this close contact roused in me again desire for her, but I managed to hold it at bay, and I think her own concerns at that time prevented her from seeing the erection that pushed against the cloth of my shorts. As I had predicted to myself when I first became aware of mother as a sexual being, our living in close proximity caused me great frustration. At night, if a left my bedroom door open, I could here her cries of "Eha" followed by the deep toned "Oh," ending with the long drawn out "Aaah." Down on the Farm It was Saturday after noon on a warm day in May Day. I had been home for a week and was setting on the porch enjoying the smell of fresh cut hay from the field next door when Paula stuck her head out the door. "Want a beer Sam?" "Sure that would be nice." She came back out handing me to cold can of Long Star. "Here ya go." I'm going to wash my car." "Thanks! That is one of the things I missed most. Ant nothing like a Long Star beer!" I said as I let my eyes run down her T-shirt covered body. Thank you Mr. Ray ban for not letting her see my eyes, as I looked her over! Her shirt came down to mid thigh and was what she, had on when I got up so I guessed she had slept in it. I could tell she was braless by the way her breasts moved as she had made breakfast but now I found my self-wondering if she had on any under wear. "Need any help?" I asked. "Nope. You just set here and relax. It was late when you went to bed last night and I think you might need the time to unwind." She turned and went down the stairs leading to the sidewalk and driveway. I watched the way her ass moved under the thin shirt. "No panty line that I can see any way." I thought but I said "Thanks you might be right. By the way that hay smells fresh. Who cut it?" Paula stopped and came back to the porch putting one bare foot up on the bottom step. I couldn't help but look at her long perfect shaped legs hoping the shirt would pull up a little higher than it did as she spoke. "I did. I'll bale it Monday. Good nose Sam. Maybe you remember more than I thought you would." She turned to walk away. "Yes I remember." Was all I said. I watched her as she got the hose and stuff out hoping she would bend over enough to let me get a look at her ass, as I did remember. I had been fifteen when she was born and I instantly fell in love with her! I baby sat her and took her with me everywhere. I had taught her to swim, ride a bike and all the other stuff a young girl should learn. That is until I left for the army. She was the reason I left she was fifteen by then and I was head over heals in over with her. God had I really been gone that many years! Twenty fucking years! Man where had they gone? I had watched Paula the hole time she worked on her car and the most I got to see was a lot of thigh. How she washed the whole car with out showing me anything I would never know but I smiled at her as she finished putting things away. I went and got us both a beer and had it waiting for her when she came back to the house. Her shirt was wet all down the front and clinging to her body like a glove! Her nipples were rock hard as she took the cool drink from me and I could just make out their darker color through its material. We were quite as we drank with her setting beside me on the old porch swing. "Want another?" I asked. "Here you set still and I will get them. I want to change cloths while I am in there. I won't be a minuet." I got up and went to the porch rail looking out at the fields around us. Forty-four hundred acres of rich black Texas dirt. The richest soil in the world and now it belonged to the two of us. Fuck did I want to be a farmer again? "Here ya go Sam. Nice and cold!" I turned to find her standing there in a little halter-top and hip hugging shorts that were cut so low I knew she had to shave at least the top of her bush. Her belly was firm with out being all muscle and she had a belly button ring that was a little ruby on a short chain. Her red hair was piled up on her head and she had put on just the right amount of makeup making her pail blue eyes jump out at me. "Ho shit Paula! God woman you are a Beautiful!" I could she her blush just a little. "Thank you kind sir." She took a little bow, "What were you thinking about so hard?" "The farm you and me and what we are going to do. Come on set down and let's talk." We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the place and each other. We put some meat on the BBQ and just got to know each other again. Hell she had even went to Texas A&M and had a masters in horticulture. It made me sad knowing that even though we had written and made phone call's I didn't know her at all. "How about a husband or boy friend?" I asked. She took a long pull on her Long Star beer then said. "Was one once." She looked me right in the eyes as she spoke. "he left me and I haven't had time for one since." She looked at me, "How bout you?" "Naw I as married to the Army." She moved her long legs up to set on them Indian stile and my eyes went to her chest watching her breast move in her halter-top. Her shorts stretched tight over her crotch as she moved her legs getting comfortable and I felt my self-getting hard. I finished me beer and stretched. "Well it's late." I looked at my watch. "I think I'll hit the hay." I stood up and went to her kissing her softly on the forehead. "Paula I'm sorry I couldn't get here in time for the funeral." "I know Sam but you are here now and that's all I could ever ask for!" she unfolded her legs and stood up hugging her self up to me. I put my arms around her feeling her breasts mashing into my chest and hoping she couldn't feel how hard I had gotten before we let each other go and went to our rooms! I had just dosed off when there was a light knock on the door and it opened. "Sam." I opened my eyes, "yea babe." I looked over at the door to see her standing there in a white night gown but she might as well have been naked the way the light was shining through it! It made me catch my breath as I looked at her. "You ok?" "No! I don't want to be alone. Can I come in here with you this old house just makes to much noise now that that they are gone?" "Well, yes sure but just let me slip something on." "Don't bother! I have on my gown and it's not like I wont see you naked. This is a small house remember and only one bath room. Modesty has never been something of concern around here. You should remember that.' She slipped into bed with me and I turned so that my back was to her. She slipped up to my back and put her arm a cross me kissing me on the back of the neck. "Thanks Sam." That's how we were when I went to sleep but when I woke up I found that the whole thing had reversed. Some how I had gotten one arm under her so that her head was laying on it and my other arm was over her pulling her up tight to me. Her gown had worked up over her hips and now her bare ass was pushing back into my morning hard! Even though the head of my dick was pointing strait up to my other head it had slipped into the crease in her bottom so that the whole thing was being cradled by it! "Shit!" I said softly to my self as I held this thirty-four year old girl in my arms. She never moved but said. "Umm it's ok Sam. I have been awake for a while. It feels nice to be held like this." I started to pull away from her put she put her arm back over me and on my butt holding me in place. "Talk to me Sam. Tell me why you left and didn't come back." I rolled onto my back and she moved with me turning over in my arms. She put one leg over me as I held her tight to my chest feeling those breasts mashing into me. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my leg as she slipped her leg over me so that the inside of her thigh was on my achingly hard dick! I ran my hand over her back and down her bottom enjoying the feel of her soft skin as we talked well into the morning. I massaged her back pulling her even tighter to me as we talked. Her face was so close to mine that her nose touched my cheek as she listened to me and told me about her life. Paula was playing with the hair on my belly and I could feel my self-dripping as I held her to me. I moved my head just enough to kiss her softly on the lips. "I have to get up sweet hart." "Oh, I sorry I bet you have to pee!" She started to move lifting her thigh off of my dick. I turned red when I realized just how much I had leaked and that her leg was sticky with my leaking seed! "Shit Paula I'm sorry!" I started to move away from her but she stopped me. "Hay! It's ok, I mean you are a man and I can tell you have noticed that I am a woman." She kissed me softly. "You go pee and start the shower while I make some coffee. I'll come in and wash your back for you." She stood up next to the bed and stopped turning to look at me. "And Sam you can never leave me again. Ok?" she knelt back down over me her big tits swaying under the thin gown. "You know I was twenty before I stopped walking down to the highway looking for you to come home to me. I loved you then and I love you now!" she kissed me again. "Now go get the shower ready for us!" I could hear her singing softly as I laid out some cloths and went to the bathroom. I was still so hard it hurt as I tried to pee and when I did I stayed just as hard. "Well I guess it's to late to worry about that now." I thought as I turned the water on and I had just finished adjusting the spray when Paula walked in. She wasn't shy at all she as she pulled her gown over her head letting it drop to the floor to stand naked before me. She watched me looking at her as she piled her red hair up on her head making her breasts lift and wiggle like Jell-O. She smiled at me as I looked at her close trimmed bush and did a slow turn. "All grown up!" She looked at my dick still sticking out like a steal spike. " And so are you! Did I do that?" I got into the cool water. "Don't be a smart ass and come wash my back like you said you would!" Paula came into the water with me and I just pulled her to me kissing her had on the lips. She kissed me back as I let my hands run over her wet body. She stepped back picking up the soap and started to wash me. We took turns with the soap bar sliding it over each other's body. She just smiled as I soaped up her breasts and played with her nipples making them grow rock hard. I lifted each breast in turn and kissed the brown little hard tips and then worked my way down her back the with the soap. I washed in her ass crack letting my hand roam over her little dark hole and then she did the same to me. Kissing my nipples and working down my back to my bottom. I soaped her tummy and worked my way down to her short bush. Her breathing changed as I pushed the bar of soap between her legs and then replaced it with me hand! Paula licked her lips as she looked at me and then spread her thighs giving me access to her woman hood! She caught her breath as I touched her with my fingers and let my thumb run over her hard clit! I only touched her for a minuet when she clutched me to her mashing her breasts into my chest. Now she was trembling as she kissed me talking into my mouth at the same time. "I'm going to cum if you don't stop that! Ok, OK hooch OH it's too late! Oh Sam put your fingers in me oh! Yes I'm Cumming ohhhhhhhhhhh!" I held her as she bucked on my hand gasping for air as I pushed first one and then two fingers deep into her as I rubbed her clit with the heal of my thumb. The water pounded on us as her cum slowed down and pushed my hand away from her hot hole. Her eyes got big as I lifted her up and then back down over my hard dick! She was tight! So tight in fact I was afraid I would hurt her and started to lift her up but she warped her legs around me. "Just push but be easy. Its ok I want it in me!" I backed her up against the shower wall and pushed it slowly into her. She looked at me as she stretched and adjusted around my cock and I began to move in her. She began grunting with each hard thrust I gave her knowing I was going to cum at any second! I started to pull out when I felt my balls swell but she stopped me. "Oh no cum in me! Please cum in me its ok! Umm oh yes, yes I can feel it Sam! I can feel you Cumming in me!" She was kissing me again as I grunted and started filling her with my white-hot liquid life! "Ohhh Paula honey ohhh yes take it ummmm oggggugg umm!" She kissed me hard as I jetted the last of me seed deep into her welcoming woman hood and then slipped down letting her feet back to the shower bottom. She looked into my eyes as she took the soap and washed our mixed juices off of it, as it grew soft. We stepped from the shower and dried each other off both of us knowing we had crossed a line and done something we could not undo. She kissed me. 'Lets go get that coffee." I watched her sweet ass as she went in front of me as neither of us bothered with any cloths. "I'll meet you on the porch. It will be nice out there this morning and it will be good to get some Sun.," she said. It was two miles down a dirt road we called a drive way to the highway and six miles to town so we spent the day nude and out side. I mowed the yard as she washed the patio. She watered the flowers as I did the edging and then we both took turns under the water hose to cool off. I loved how her nipples grew hard under the cool water and she laughed her ass off as she watched my dick shrink up under the cold water. I drug a lounge into the shade of an old Cotton Wood tree and was laying on my back watching Paula as she came from the kitchen with cold drinks for us. She sat them on the little table by me and moved over me putting a leg on each side of the lounge. This opened her up wide giving me a perfect view of her pussy lips. They opened like a flowered as her little clit slipped out from between her lips and I felt my self start to grow as I looked at her. "I love how it can go from so small to so big." She said as she reached down taking it in her hands. "And as it gets bigger I can do this!" She moved one knee onto the lounge next to me and as she lowered her self down she guided my dick into her wet box then brought her other leg up so that she was setting on me, impaling her self on my cock. She wasn't moving much as she leaned down to kiss me softly. Then laughing she raised up just enough to drag her nipples back and fourth across my chest. Every little move she made on me made my cock feel like it was in a hot wet furnace as I put my hands on her hips and she sat up reaching over for our drinks. I slipped my hand into her to touch her but she stopped me. "No don't I just wanted to feel you in me while I talked to you. First don't worry I'm safe, I mean I am on the pill and second you don't have any responsibility to me." "Stop it! How can you talk to me like that when I am balls deep in you? First off you know just as well as I do that I was adopted so there is nothing wrong with what we are doing. Next I am not going any where unless you tell me you don't want me here and third if you lean back down here so I can kiss you and feel those sweet tits on my chest I am going to screw you silly!" We made love twice more that after noon and were married two days later. I found out that I am still a farmer and now three years later I am watching my sweet wife wash her car in that same old T-shirt as I bounce our two-year-old baby girl on my knee! Down On the Farm Nick got into his car and started on his road trip to the mid west. He had to be at a meeting at the end of the week, but he deiced to take some vacation time he needed to use or lose to spend some with family on the way. As he drove along, drawing nearer to his location he noticed the check engine light began to flash on and off intermittently. He'd had his car gone over before he left for his trip so nothing like this would happen. He was in the middle of nowhere as the flashing became more persistent. He looked out his window seeing nothing but farmland for miles around. Suddenly his engine began to sputter, and finally cut out. He looked at his gas gauge seeing he had plenty of gas. As the sputtering got worse he noticed a man on a tractor not far ahead. Then the car started smoking, and his temperature gauged was pegged. The car cut out completely as he rolled along the side of the road. He steered his car toward the farmer hoping he could help. As his car barely moving at all now, he drew close enough to the farmer to hook his horn and get his attention. The farmer turned and looked back seeing Nick sitting in his disabled car. He pulled to the side and walked up to Nick's car peering into the window. His face was weathered from years of working out in the elements as he said, "Looks like you got some problems there fella. Anything I can do to help?" "Ya thanks. Where's the nearest town? My car has broken down, and I need a tow truck. I don't seem to be able to get a signal for my cell phone either." "Nope...not out here you won't. Middleton is about 20 miles ahead. I can hook you up to the back of the tractor, and tow you to the house. You can call the garage in town from there." "That would be great...thank you." "No problem...let me just go and hook her up for you." The farmer hooked Nick's car to the back of his tractor, and towed him to a narrow dirt road, taking him up to his house where they came to a stop. After unhooking his car, the farmer took Nick to his house and invited him inside. As Nick stepped inside there was a woman standing in the entry way. She looked to be in her mid 30's. She had no makeup on, and was wearing a tatter old dress. He could tell she was embarrassed for him to see her dressed like that, but from the looks of things, they may not have had enough money for her to buy nice clothes. Not wanting to be judgmental Nick smiled at her. Even so, she had this natural beauty about her that was unmistakable. Her skin was so perfect, and her eyes were beautiful. She was one of those women that possessed a natural beauty, and didn't need make up to look beautiful. The older man glared at her saying, "Can't you see we got company woman? Get the man a cup of coffee or something, and make me something to eat." The he looked at Nick saying, "The phone is right over there, and the number to the garage is on the wall there." Nick looked at a list of numbers posted on the wall by the phone and called the garage. Once he got someone to answer he explained the problem to him. After he hung up the farmer asked him, "Well...what did old Jonas say about your car?' "He said he couldn't tell until he looked at it. He'll be out to tow it to his garage, but that won't be for a couple of hours yet." "Huh, figures old Jonas would take so long. Well you can stay here for the time being, but he ain't gonna have it done today that's for sure. You got some place you can stay fella?" "No I don't. My name is Nick by the way. I'm on my way to a business meeting that starts next week. I was going to stop in on family when I got there, but that looks like it may not happen now depending on how long it takes to fix my car. Is there any place in town you would recommend?' "Not really. The only hotel burned down last year, and we ain't built another one since. Looks like you got a problem Nick. Sorta looks to me like you're up that shit creek without no paddle." Then he laughed when his wife came out with coffee for Nick saying, "You know Jacob, he could stay here. We have that spare bedroom we keep for company. Why not let him stay here until his car is ready." "I dunno. How much you willing ta pay son? Provided I let you stay, I'm not gonna do it for free. Looks to me from the way you're dressed you got money. Better paying me for a roof over your head than sleeping in your car or worse." "That would be kind of you. You tell me how much you want." "How about a $100 a night sound?" "Sounds like you've been out in that sun to long Jacob. I'll give you $50 a night, along with meals. Seems like easy money to me Jacob...take it or leave it." "Ha ha, you ain't a dumb as you look Nick...what the hell. $50 a night it is, and I'll include the food. Get my friend Nick here a sandwich woman, can't you see the man's hungry?" Nick had no use for Jacob and the way he talked to his wife. The man was rude, stupid and most of all he was a total asshole. Unfortunately he was stuck until he could get his car fixed. Jacob's wife brought Nick a sandwich setting it down in front of him asking him if he'd like anymore coffee. "Yes...thank you...what was your name?" "Her name is Ellie, and she's a damn good cook to. Get the man his coffee woman." Nick wanted to tell Jacob what he thought of him, but that was when he heard the tow truck coming down the road to the house. Nick went out and greeted Jonas as he pulled up, explaining what happened to his car. After poking around under the hood, Jonas told Nick he couldn't be sure what was wrong until he got it to his garage. Once it was there he could get started, and he would give him a call, and tell him what was wrong and how much it would be to fix it. As they were talking, the phone started ringing and in a couple of minutes a frantic Ellie came out calling Jacob to the phone. Nick finished with Jonas and went back inside. Jacob was still talking on the phone as Nick asked Ellie, "Is everything alright?" "It's his brother...he's really sick according to his wife. It's not like the man didn't know he had problems, but he's just like Jacob. Stubborn, and he won't do what the doctors tell him. I feel sorry for his wife more than anything. She has to put up with all this nonsense." Ellie stopped as Jacob hung up the phone and looked at his wife. "Pack me some clothes woman, my brother is real bad...I got to go take care of business. I'll be gone at least a week I expect, maybe more. Mister, don't think you can skip out on your debt you owe me just because I'm not here." Nick was about to go off on Jacob when Ellie stated giving him hell. Telling him how rude he was, and that he should apologize to Nick. That's when Jacob backhanded her across the face saying, "No damn woman talks to me like that. I'll beat your sorry ass Bitch!" As he went to hit her again, Nick stepped in and pinned Jacob against the wall saying in a low voice, "Normally I mind my own business, but when it comes to men hitting women or kids, I won't stand by and let it happen. Touch her again, and I'll break your fucking arm. Do I make myself clear Jacob?" Jacob still had fire in his eyes, but he also realized Nick meant business. He glared at Nick saying, "Fine...I'm upset is all...family business, and my brother is real bad off." "I get that Jacob. Go take care of him, and I promise you'll have your money, and a little extra for all your trouble...agreed?" "Fine." Once Ellie had finished packing for her husband he grabbed his things and left without an apology or a goodbye. Nick was trying to think of something to say as Jacob drove down the drive way, and then disappeared out of sight. That's when Ellie placed her had on his arm saying, "Thank you for coming to my defense, no one has ever done that for me before." "Not a problem Ellie. I couldn't just stand there and let the man hit you, no way was he going to touch you again." Ellie looked at Nick, the two of them staring into one anothers eyes. It was as if there was a connection between the two of them, but neither had the courage to say anything. Then Ellie put her arms around Nick's waist and hugged him. She held him tight as if she didn't want to let him go. He could feel himself becoming aroused as Ellie held him. He put his arms around her, moving his hands up and down her back. The smell of lilac in her hair, her breasts mashed up against his chest was having an effect that he was quickly losing control of. He thought maybe he should let her go so he wouldn't embarrass Ellie or himself if he got a hard on. Unfortunately it was too late as his cock quickly stiffened. He tried to move away, but his cock was already pressing against her thigh. There was no way she couldn't feel his cock against her thigh, but she made no effort to move. He certainly wasn't going to move as he held her close as if nothing was the matter. Finally she looked up, her beautiful brown eyes shimmering as she said, "I'm sorry Nick, I just needed a hug. You have no idea what it's like living with...well you know." "I have an idea, and if you want to talk about it I don't mind at all." "Thank you Nick, you're so sweet. I wish my husband was more like you, but that's not going to happen anytime soon." Just as Nick was going to ask her to talk to him the phone rang. Ellie answered it finding it was Jonas from the garage. He took the phone from her asking Jonas what was up with his car. After listening to Jonas explain the issues he felt his heart sink. He sighed asking, "How much to replace the blown head gasket, and how long is it going to take?" "I have to order the parts, that will take a couple of days to get in, then once I get the parts in it will take another couple of days to install it. You're looking at at least a few hundred dollars with labor and all. I can give you a more detailed price once I get started, that's if you want to me to go ahead and order the parts and do the work." "Hold on a minute Jonas." Nick looked at Ellie as if to asking, "What do you think Ellie? He has to order the parts, and then install them. It's not going to be cheap. I don't mind paying the money, but can I trust this guy?" "Yes...Like I said, Jonas may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he's honest and he does excellent work...you can trust him." "Alright Jonas...Ellie says you're an honest man, and great mechanic so lets get this thing fixed as quick as possible, and keep the costs reasonable." "Will do...I'll call you as soon as the parts are in, and give you a time line. Tell Ellie I said thanks." After he hung up Nick and Ellie started talking. He talked for awhile about himself, telling Ellie about his work, and the fact he never got married because he was too busy trying to become a success. After about an hour he looked at Ellie saying, "Now, tell me about you...who is Ellie, and what does she want out of life?" She laughed saying that no one had ever asked her to talk about herself. Most of the time she was told to shut up, or to keep quiet and not interrupt. Nick told her that he wasn't like that, and he wanted to hear whatever she wanted to share about herself. For the fist time in her life, Ellie was actually talking about herself, and the things that interested her. To her surprise she talked for almost two hours. Part of it was talking about herself, the other was answering Nick's questions. She finally told him that she had nothing else to say. Then she stood up saying, "We talked so long it's almost dinner time. Thank you for talking to me Nick, I've never had anyone show so much interest a plain old country girl like me." "Well you may be country, but you're beautiful, and your intelligent even though you try not to show it. Most of all you're a good and kind person. You deserve better than what you have, and someday you're going to have what you deserve." "Oh I wish I could believe you Nick, but I just don't think that will ever happen. Now let me go get dinner started before I start crying from all the nice things you've said about me." After an excellent dinner Ellie went into the kitchen where she started doing the dishes by hand as she did every night. That jerk she was married to didn't even have the courtesy to buy her a dishwasher. As he stood there looking at her, Nick knew he had to make love to this woman. Even standing there in her cheap, worn house dress Nick could see that she had a beautiful body. He could only imagine what Ellie would look like if she had some decent clothes, and could buy the kind of things a woman like her deserved. He knew she wasn't happy, and it probably wouldn't take much for her to leave that asshole she was married to. All she needed to see was a way out, and that she would be say from her husband finding her. As he stood there, Nick could feel his cock started to stiffen. She looked so sexy standing there that the next thing he knew, Nick was sliding his arms around Ellie's waist. She gasp a little, but made no effort to move away from him. If anything she melted back into his arms a little. He held her for a moment not saying a word, just holding her. Then taking a chance Nick lowered his head, and started kissing Ellie's neck. Again she didn't move, rather she just stood still as if enjoyed it. As he kissed her neck he pushed his crotch gently into her ass, his now raging hard on pressing against her ass. To his surprise she didn't scream, or try to get away. Taking things a step further, Nick started moving his hands upward cupping her breasts in his hand. That's when Ellie moaned softly, then whispering, "No Nick...I...I mustn't...it would be wrong of me." "No it wouldn't. That man you're married to doesn't appreciate you, nor does he treat you the way you should be treated. I want to treat you the right way, I want to show you how a man should treat a beautiful woman like you." "Yes...I want to...I really do, but I can't do it." "Yes you can, all you have to do is let me in. You know you want to, and you deserve it." "No, no I can't...please stop Nick." "Alright...I'll stop, but if you think I'm going to stop trying to convince you, well that's not going to happen." Nick helped Ellie with the dishes after which the two of them went into the living room to talk some more. Ellie seemed more willing to talk to Nick, and actually opened up to him about a lot of things. Not only was her husband mean to her and abusive, he was a cheater as well. That only made Nick all the more determined to make love to this woman. He looked at her saying, "You know you deserve better, but you have to convince yourself that you do. That asshole has put you down for so long, you actually believe the shit he's been telling you. There's nothing wrong with you Ellie, you are a beautiful, intelligent woman that deserves better. He treats you like he does because he's jealous and scared of you. He's jealous because you're beautiful, where he's just an ugly old man, he's weak and you're strong." "Thank you for the kind words Nick, you have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say those things to me. I want to make changes in my life, I really do but I just can't go off with the first good looking guy that comes along and sweeps me off my feet. Once your car is fixed, and you're off to your meeting, you'll forget all about me and then where will I be?" "I understand where you're coming from, and I don't really understand why I feel the way I do about you, but I can't stand seeing someone like you stuck in this environment." Ellie just smiled as they sat there looking at one another. Then to Nick's surprise Ellie leaned in, and gave him a kiss. It was innocent enough at the beginning, but soon the two of them were locked in a passionate kiss. Nick tried caressing Ellie's breasts through her dress, and was surprised with what little resistance she put up. He even managed to slide his hand into her dress, and start caressing her breast as they continued their kiss. Only when Nick started to slide his hand under Ellie's dress did she push his hand away. That was a mood breaker, and Nick was kicking himself for pushing to hard. Ellie smiled at him saying, "I'm sorry Nick...it's not you...it's me. I think I need to go up to bed now...I'm tired and I have a lot of thinking to do. I'll see you in the morning." Nick was still kicking himself for being so stupid and trying to take things to far. He went up to his room, and lay on the bed until Ellie was finished with her shower. Then he went in and took his shower still angry with himself for pushing to hard. Afterward he lay on the bed naked trying to think of a way to get Ellie out of her situation. He was also trying to figure out why he was so infatuated with her. There was just something about her that was so pure and innocent, and yet he knew there was a woman of passion deep inside her that if he could only reach it would be incredible. He was so focused on his thoughts, and stroking his rigid hard on that he didn't notice the door knob turn as Ellie slowly opened the door. She stepped inside the bedroom looking at Nick's rock hard cock, with a sly grin on her face. She stood there for a moment in her sexy negligee then said, "I didn't know you were busy, I'll leave you alone." "No Ellie wait...I can explain. I was just thinking of you that's all." She smiled, "You were touching yourself and thinking about me...really? I don't think anyone has ever done anything like that thinking about me." "Well I don't know about anyone else, but I was. You look so sexy in that negligee, it makes me want to stroke my cock all the more." "Really? Can I watch?" "I have a better idea...why don't you come sit on the edge of the bed, and you can join me if you like." Ellie sat next to Nick on the edge of the bed as he started slowly stroking his cock again, only time time Ellie was watching. She watched his every move, a sweet smile on her face, her nipples becoming rock hard as she watched. "Do you like watching me stroke my cock Ellie?" Blushing she said, "Yes...I have to admit it really very sexy." "I bet Jacob doesn't do this for you does he." "Oh no...he would never do anything like that, but then his cock isn't nearly as big as yours." Nick couldn't believe his ears asking, "Did you say cock Ellie?" "Yes...is that wrong of me?" "No, I just didn't expect you say it was all. Feel free to say anything you want...cock, prick, pussy, tits, whatever you want to say. Speaking of which, I bet you have a beautiful pussy." "Oh I don't know, I don't do all the things like those city women do...shaving and all. Jacob would never allow it." "Fuck Jacob, it's your body Ellie...you can do what you want to it." Nick continued stroking his cock as Ellie watched when he asked her, "Do you ever touch yourself Ellie? Like on those nights when Jacob takes care of his needs, but doesn't care if you get off or not. I imagine he makes love to you long enough for him to cum, but he doesn't care whether you cum or not." "How...how did you know that?" "Guys like him never care. All they care about is getting themselves off, not about their wives or lovers. So I'll ask again, do you get up after he rolls over and goes to sleep, or when you're here alone, and you can't stop the feeling between your legs, and you take care of it while it's in town, or out working in the fields?" Ellie blushed even more this time as she looked at Nick nodding her head up and down. Nick smiled saying, "Listen, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to, but if you feel like masturbating with me, I think that would be a lot of fun for the both of us, but only if you want to. Otherwise you can watch me jack off, and then watch me cum. Feel free to touch my cock if you'd like, or jack me off yourself if you feel like it." Down On the Farm "Thank you Nick...there's so much I want to do, but I just have to work up to it. I hope you understand." "More than you know." Nick continued stroking his cock, a little faster this time as Ellie continued to watch. As he continued, he could see her becoming more and more aroused as he picked up speed. She was focused on his balls bouncing up and down as he stroked his cock. That's when he noticed she looked away, thinking it was too much for her and she was going to leave. Instead she took a deep breath, and then pushed her negligee off her shoulders slowly exposing her breasts. They were more beautiful than he had imagined. Her aureole's were about the size of silver dollars, pink and puffy, and her nipples were as hard as little stones. She reached up, and began caressing her breasts as she watched Nick masturbating. Now she was really becoming aroused as she started rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefingers, tugging at them as she watched him. Her arousal was growing more and more as she closed her eyes, tugging at her nipples, as her breathing becoming deeper and more labored. Suddenly her body started to shake as a small orgasm washed over her. She then stood up, letting her negligee fall down around her ankles revealing her full thick bush to Nick. He noticed her lips were swollen with arousal as they glistened in the dim moonlight coming into the room. Her clit was so large it was standing out, as she moved her fingers down through her thick bush, squeezing her mound as she sat on the bed, facing Nick her legs spread wide. She looked at him saying, "I...I feel so evil...I shouldn't be doing this, but I want to...I want to so much!" "No Ellie, you are not evil. You are a beautiful woman, who has all this pent up sexual energy that has been waiting for release for who knows how long. You are not evil at all, you just expressing your sexuality, and you are going to do just that." Ellie began squeezing her pussy, sliding her fingers deep inside herself as she watched Nick continue to stroke his cock, only now he wasn't alone now. Ellie was working her fingers deep into her pussy, cooing and moaning as she allowed herself to express her sexuality for the first time in her married life. She was soon rubbing her clit furiously as Nick watched while the demure little housewife, evolved into a passionate, lusty whore right in front of his eyes. Soon she was squealing and almost shrieking as she started cumming, her body being consumed with one orgasm after another until she finished her orgasm. Nick was pounding his cock furiously as Ellie watched encouraging him to cum for her. She gasp and squealed saying, "Cum for me Nick...I want to see you cum!" Nick grasped as his cock exploded, the cum shooting into the air, a large dollop landing on his stomach followed by another. Then the rest of his load oozed from the head of his cock, running down his clenched fist like lava flowing from the top of an erupting volcano. Ellie watched as he squeezed the last few drops out of his cock. When Nick was finished Ellie moved up, cuddling him and kissing him as she moved her hand down, running it through the cum on his stomach, and then over his cum covered fist. She brought her hand up to her face, looking at the gooey fluid on her fingers. As she looked at it Nick said, "Taste it...see what it tastes like." Ellie looked at Nick, then at her fingers, and then to his complete surprise, Ellie stuck her fingers in her mouth, and started licking the cum from her fingertips. When she was finished Nick asked her, "So what do you think?" "I like it." "Well, there's plenty more where that came from." Then it was as if Ellie was suddenly released from all those walls she had built up around herself as she lowered her head, and started licking the cum that was on Nick's stomach. Once she was finished there, she licked the cum from his fingers, and finally the cum from his still half erect cock. She then to his delight she started running her tongue up and down the length of his cock, licking the residual cum that was left on his shaft. Then to top it off she started sucking his renewed cock until she was actually deep throating him. Nick was amazed that he was so hard again after just cumming, but then he never felt so aroused before either. There was just something about her that made his juices flow. To top it off, Ellie seemed to be a natural at giving head.The woman seemed to be insatiable as she sucked his cock taking him to the edge before raising her head and smiling at him asking, "Am I doing it right?" "Are you kidding me? You make me wonder now if you've been holding out on me or something." "Not really. I have a secret hiding place that no one knows about especially Jacob. It's where I keep a couple of those adult videos that I watch when he's away for a few days now and then. I also have some fancy lingerie that I like to wear when he's not around. I like to wear it when I watch my video's, and play with my pussy. It's the closet thing I have to a sex life if you know what I mean." "Sure I do Ellie, and I think that's great that you have something like that. I'd like to share that with you sometime, but right now I think it's time you and I make sweet love...what do you think?" "Yes...you have no idea how long I've waited for this day. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help myself." "Yes you should. Now tell me some of the things you like most in those videos of yours." Ellie blushed as she said, "I really like it when the guys puts his head between the woman's legs and started licking her pussy until she cums. That's something Jacob never does to me." Nick smiled as he pushed Ellie onto her back, and taking her nipples in his mouth one at a time as he began sucking them. Ellie gasped and began running her fingers through Nick's hair, mewing softly as he alternated between flicking her nipples with his tongue and sucking them. The more he sucked her nipples the more aroused Ellie became, gasping and moaning as Nick made his way down her torso to her pussy where paused to take in the aroma of her arousal. Then he began running his tongue over her pussy as she gasped and squealed, parting her folds allowing her juices to flow down onto his tongue. Ellie began undulating her hips as Nick ran his tongue up and down her slit, lapping up her juices as they flowed down onto his tongue. She tasted so day good as he licked her slit listening to her moans of passion. As he raised his head for a moment he had to smile. Ellie was squeezing her breasts and tugging at her nipples as he pleasured her pussy. He continued licking her when he found her opening, and eventually slid his tongue into her hot, wet pussy. He was soon tongue fucking her making her moan louder. He was amazed that he was the first man to have ever tongue fucked her and yet he was. Nick shoved his tongue as deep as he could into her pussy, exploring her depths as Ellie moved closer and closer to another orgasm. Suddenly she arched her back, and started cumming over and over as Nick continued tongue fucking her. Before she even stopped cumming, he moved up taking her clit into his mouth. With her swollen clit in his mouth, he began sucking her clit while alternating between flicking it with his tongue and sucking it. After a few minutes, he concentrated on sucking her clit while sliding his fingers deep into her pussy. Ellie was thrashing on the bed, the sheet wadded up in her hands as she undulated her hips, driving them into his face as she drew closer and closer to orgasm. Soon she let out a loud squeal, and her body started shaking as she was overcome with a series of strong powerful orgasm, one after the other until there were no more. Once she was finished cumming Nick moved up, and began kissing Ellie as she licked her juices from his face, tasting her cum on this tongue for the first time. As they kissed, Nick slipped his cock into her pussy causing her to gasp. Nick was so much larger than Jacob that it was a little uncomfortable at first. It didn't take her long however to get used to Nick's girth, and realized what a real man was like. He started out slowly at first. Once he was deep inside her pussy, he started fucking her harder, slamming his cock deep into her pussy as she gasped and squealed, begging him to fucker her even harder. As he fucked Ellie, his balls were slapping against her thighs as he continued to pummel her tight pussy. Over and over he slammed her pussy, listening to her moans of pleasure. It was all to clear that Ellie had never had a man fuck her like he was fucking her this night. The harder he fucked her tight pussy the more Ellie liked it. Before long Nick felt his balls tighten, and he felt his cock pulse as he sent a full load into Ellie's pussy. Afterward Nick and Ellie knew that their lives would never be the same. They fell asleep in one anothers arms, both content and more than satisfied. In the morning Nick woke to the smell of fresh made coffee and bacon. He got up, and went down into the kitchen were he found Ellie making breakfast. He walked up behind her kissing her asking, "How are you this morning?" "I'm happy, and yet I'm sad." "Why is that?" "Because soon you'll be gone when your car is finished, and then I'm back in the same old rut." "It doesn't have to be like that. I do have to go when my car is done, but there's nothing that says you can't pack a suitcase or two, and come with me and never look back. All you have to do is make that decision, and the rest is easy." "Are you sure Nick? I don't want to do this only to have to come crawling back on my hands and knees to that man." "You won't be crawling back to anyone. Say the word, and I can make it happen." "Then yes of course I will...I hate this life!" No sooner had they finished talking than the phone rang. It was Jonas telling Nick he had the parts in, and with any luck might have his car finished that evening, or at the latest my noon the following day. Nick thanked Jonas and told him he'd pay him a little extra if he could have it by late afternoon. Jonas told him he would do his best, but he wanted to do a good job rather than rush it and have something go wrong. Nick thanked him again, telling him he'd talk to him soon. Nick turned to Ellie saying, "If you are serious, you better get those suitcases packed. Jonas said my car might be ready as soon as late this afternoon." "Really Nick...are you serious...you want me to come with you?" "Yes, I wasn't kidding. You come with me, and I promise you'll never regret it. Just pack light and take only the most precious things. As far as clothes go I'll buy you an entire new wardrobe once we get back to my place." Ellie jumped in Nick's arms as she hugged and kissed him. Just the thought of having Ellie in his life made Nick want to fuck her right then and there. The more he thought of it the better the idea sounded. He pushed his pajama pants down freeing his hardening cock, as he pulled Ellie's negligee up over her ass. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her arms around his neck as he slid his cock into her pussy. With his hands holding her ass, Nick started thrusting him hips upward, driving his cock into her pussy as she squealed. Ellie in the meantime pulled her negligee over her head and tossed it as Nick continued fucking her. He turned and laid Ellie on the kitchen table, as he continued fucking her tight pussy. Ellie was moaning and gasping as she reached up grabbing her breasts as squeezing them. She started tugging at her nipples as Nick thrust his hips hard into her pussy. As he fucked her, he saw some honey sitting on the table giving him an idea. He took his cock from her pussy, and grabbed the bottle of honey and held it over her breasts. He watched as the honey oozed from the bottle, flowing down onto her breasts, covering her nipples in sweet honey. Then he leaned over and started licking the honey from her nipples as Ellie squealed in delight. He licked and sucked her nipples taking her to new heights of arousal, as she lay there thinking how outrageous, and fun it was to have a man willing and able to be so spontaneous like Nick. Once he finished licking the honey from her nipples, he took the bottle of honey again, and did the same as before only this time he covered her pussy with the honey. He watched as the honey oozed it's way down her pussy, making it way between her lips. Once he was finished he started running his tongue over her pussy, licking up the sweet, sticky mess. Ellie was beside herself with lust as she gasped and moaned. Nick worked his tongue between her folds licking up more honey as Ellie started cumming. He loved the taste of her hot juices mixed with the sweet honey. He applied more honey onto her clit and then started sucking her clit and fingering her pussy as she squealed and begged him to make her cum yet again. Nick slid his fingers into her pussy, working her into even more of a frenzy when she squealed out and started cumming another time. Now he had her turn over and lay her chest on the table. He took the bottle of honey, holding it over her ass, and started squeezing the bottle, letting the honey run down her ass crack. When he thought he'd used enough, he knelt down, and started licking the honey from Ellie's ass. She had never experienced anything like this, finding out just how much she loved it. She reached back, and spread her cheeks apart so Nick could work his tongue between her ass cheeks for better access to the sweet treat. Nick ran his tongue up and down Ellie's ass pausing when he reached her asshole, where he started teasing her with his tongue. Ellie was soon gyrating her hips, pushing her ass into his face. Then Nick worked his tongue into her asshole as Ellie squealed in erotic delight. He then took his cock and eased it back into Ellie's pussy, where he started fucking her hot pussy. Ellie was squealing and gasping as he fucked her over and over, holding onto her hips as he pummeled her tight pussy. She was beside herself as Nick slammed her, his balls slapping against her ass. She could feel herself getting ready to cum when a strong orgasm seized her, as she started cumming in waves. Nick also felt his balls tighten as he started pumping her pussy full of his hot cum. Once they were finished it was time for a shower to get the sticky substance off their bodies. Later that afternoon the phone rang and it was Jonas telling Nick his car was up and running like new. Nick asked him how much, and was floored by how little Jonas was going to charge him. With Ellie packed he grabbed her by the hand, and led her out to the her old pickup. She took him to the bank where Nick used his ATM card to get the money he needed to pay for the car, along with a nice tip for Jonas. Once the transaction was complete they dropped the pick up back at the farm, and then it was off to his business meeting and then home. As they drove along Nick asked Ellie, "Any regrets Babe?" "Only one...and that's that I didn't do this sooner. I do have one question though. Why pay in cash when you could have used your credit card?" "Simple...you can't trace cash, and since I didn't give Jonas my real address, or my real last name there's now way your husband can track us." "Well that sounds like you had this planned out in advance." "Ellie, I fell in love with you the moment I met you. Then when I saw how that man treated you, I knew I had to get you away from him. Call me corny, silly, a romantic...whatever you want. I just couldn't leave you in that situation without at least trying to get you out of it." "I don't call you silly or anything, I can't think of anyone that would do something like that. I can't wait for us to start a life together." Once Nick finished his meetings he and Ellie headed for home where the two of them never once regretted the decision they made that day. They couldn't be more happy, and life is good. Down On The Farm Bill and Joy Jones was a happily married young couple, living on a small farm that had been in his family for over a hundred years. They were America’s idea of the perfect couple. Both were 25 years old, very good looking, and just made for each other. They met in college and when they graduated they married and set about creating the good life. She was a tall brunette with beautiful long legs, a perfectly shaped ass, and a pair of c cup breast that made every man want to wrap his lips around them. She was Miss everything in High school and college. He was Mr. football in high school and a star in college. If he hadn’t torn up a knee he would probably played in the pros. He was 6’2” and weighed 190 pounds, blond with bright blue eyes. They met their freshman year and never separated during their college career. Within a month of going together they were sleeping together. Both were virgins at the time and neither one had ever been with anyone else since. Besides their good looks they also had one other thing in common. They both loved sex and a lot of it. Being virgins they learned together, and were willing to try all the different positions that they read about. Their motto was, “if we both want it then do it.” From the pictures that she saw in magazines she knew that she had a prize in Bill. His cock was at least 8” or larger and he filled her young cunt to over flowing. Bill knew he was lucky to have her. All his buddies were always trying to take her away from him, but she never gave them the opportunity. When they first married Bill had a job with a computer firm and she was a first grade teacher. Their life was good and they looked forward to the day they could start raising a family. Then tragedy hit. Bill’s parents were killed in a car accident. In their will they left the farm to Bill and his brother, with the stipulation that they not sale it as it had been in the family so long. They could rent it but not sale the farm. Chet was in the military at the time, and didn’t have any interest in living on the farm at all. He told Bill that he was welcome to live there, if he liked, until his time in service was up. Then they would decide what to do with the place. The farm was a couple of hundred of acres where his father had bred thoroughbred horses. Joy loved the farm and the horses. They quit their jobs and moved in. At first it was a lot of fun being out in the country and working with the horses. Then realizations set in. The farm did not turn a profit. They were soon in debt and no way to pay the expenses. The only real asset was a stallion that was used as a stud. A few years early he had been very successful on the track and was in demand as a sire. A few mares made up the bulk of the livestock. As they always did, Bill and Joy sat down to talk about their problem. They decided that Bill would go back to work and she would take care of the farm. It would mean several miles of travel each day for Bill, but they would be able to hang on to the farm. The first year wasn’t so bad. Bill went to work with a company in the local town. It didn’t pay as much as the larger cities but he was close to home. Things again took a turn for the worse. The company he worked for sold out to a larger company and they closed down the local office. Bill along with some of the others was transferred to the home office. He would not have gone but it meant nearly doubling his salary. It was an offer that he could not turn down. At the same time the farm had started turning a profit under Joy’s guiding hand. Once again they talked, and decided to make a go of it. Bill drove in to work early on Monday mornings; he stayed in the city during the week and would leave for home at lunch on Fridays. Joy had never been away from him since they dated, and it wasn’t long before she started being lonesome. She was use to having sex on a regular basis and she was suddenly cut off without sex for a week at a time. When Bill came in on Fridays they were all over each other. They spent most of their time catching up on the sex they missed during the week. It wasn’t as bad on him since he had his work to keep him occupied. Just as they were managing to make the most out of a difficult situation Chet showed up. He had called a few weeks earlier and said he was getting out of the service and would be coming home. He didn’t ask if it would be all right, just took it for granted that since he owned half interest in the farm that he would live there until he found something else to do. Joy didn’t care much for Chet. The only time she had been around him was at her wedding and he had tried to hit on her at the reception. He looked a lot like Bill, but that was where the likeness stopped. He was very demanding where Bill was a loving and giving person. He had always had his share of women and anyone else’s woman that he went after. Thus his hitting on Joy at their wedding was just one of the things he was likely to do. He also never expected to get turned down. It was Saturday morning and Joy was headed to the barn for the morning chores. She wasn’t in a very good mood. Bill had to work this weekend replacing the company’s servers, and would not be home until the next Friday. She was hot from the weather and she hadn’t been this long with out sex since they married. To top that off, Chet was coming home the first of the week and she wasn’t looking forward to being alone with him. She would have been even madder if she had known at that very time Bill was sliding his big hard cock into Jenny, the little blond programmer that was helping them swap over the equipment. She had wanted to get Bill in her bed ever since he went to work for the company. Her husband was out of town for the weekend and she took the opportunity to seduce Bill. Bill wasn’t hard to seduce; he had his eye on her for a while. They had worked late the night before and had gone out for food and a few drinks. One thing let to another and now he was fucking the only other woman in his life. He was amazed at the difference between Joy and Jenny. Sex with Joy was wild, hot, with multiple orgasms. Jenny was slow and soft. She wanted sex to last a long time. She could do things with her cunt muscles that Joy never did. Each time he would be about to cum she changed positions to slow him down. This morning was just his second time to fuck her. If it had been Joy they would have been working on a dozen by now. She wasn’t better than Joy, just different. He was experiencing his first time at adulteress sex, and the forbidden act made it even better. Meanwhile back at the farm Joy had finished the morning chores. She loved the ranch and didn’t mind the hard work that was involved. If they could only save enough money to purchase a few good brood mares then Bill could stay at home. Playboy, the stallion greeted her as she got to his pen. His head was hanging over the fence waiting for his morning caress. This morning she had a job for him to do. One of their customers had dropped off a mare the evening before, and he was to breed her today. Joy went to the mare barn, got the mare and put her in the breeding pen. She then led Playboy in to her. She unsnapped his lead and he headed straight for the mare. At first she didn’t want anything to do with him. He was having none of that. He gripped her neck in his mouth and mounted her. His hard cock went straight for her cunt and he plowed straight in with one stroke. The mare screamed but there wasn’t anything she could do. A few strokes and it was all over. Joy loved this part of the horse ranch. It always excited her to watch the stud take a mare. To the stud and mare it was just natures way to reproduce, to Joy it was a sexual act that made her nipples hard and her cunt wet. She wished that Bill were home to take care of her needs. Her bra less tits were hard and sticking against the thin material of her blouse. She had taken to leaving off her bra since she was usually the only one at home. As she was waiting for them to finish up so she could put them back in their stalls, she heard a sound behind her. She whirled around and found Chet standing a few feet from her, watching her. “God Chet, you almost scared me to death! Why didn’t you make some noise so I would know you were around?” “I didn’t want to bother you. Looks like you were enjoying the show. I always like to watch them mate when I was a kid; it was really a turn on for a young boy. Looks like it is for an old married woman.” Joy realized that he was looking at her nipples through her thin blouse, and that instead off upsetting her they got harder. She quickly turned away and led the mare back to the barn. This let her cool down before she went back for Playboy. She quickly put him away and dropped fresh hay in his stall. She stayed away as long as she could to keep from facing Chet. She shouldn’t have bothered; he followed her into the barn and was watching her the same way the stud had watched the mare. She jumped when she saw him. It unnerved her the way he moved behind her without her knowing. She said, “I didn’t expect you before next week. Bill isn’t home this weekend, he had to work.” “I know, I talked to him at work and he said he would be working. I came on early so you and I could get acquainted without Bill around. Aren’t you going to welcome me home?” The look in his eyes made her know just what he meant by getting acquainted. She slowly moved to him and gave him a brief hug before pulling away. He caught her by the arms and pulled her back up against his hot body. “Is that any way to greet your long lost brother? She tried to push away put he was too strong. Before she knew what was happing he was kissing her. His tongue forced its way pass her lips into the hot opening of her mouth. Her body was pulled so tight against his that she knew he could feel her hard nipples. In spite of her self she enjoyed the rough way he was handling her. He broke the contact between them, but still didn’t release her. “Now wasn’t that a better way to greet each other?” She turned to go but he pulled her back. In doing so his hand brushed across the hard nipples. “Wow sister, you have even better tits than I remember. How did Bill ever end up with you?” Without waiting for an answer he pulled her to him again. This time making sure her breast got a squeeze from his hands. Once again he covered her lips with his. This time he didn’t catch her by surprise, and she managed to keep her lips closed tightly to prevent his tongue from entering her mouth. She tried to turn her head but he was too strong. With one hand he held her head so she could not move away from him and with the other pulled her young body close against him so he could feel her large tits pressing against his chest. His tongue finally forced her mouth open and he quickly moved it in to do battle with hers. Joy was helpless to stop him, She tried with all her power to break away from him but he wouldn’t turn her loose. She could feel his hard muscled chest against her tits and try as she might she could not stop her nipples from getting harder. She could also feel his hard cock pressing against her cunt. Just as the stallion took the mare against her will, Chet was slowly doing the same to her. He broke the kiss after what seemed forever to her, but still held her tight against his body making sure she could not help but feel his cock touching her. He knew that she had never felt another cock this large since her only other man was his brother. Growing up together, he knew how Bill was hung and that even as large as he was he was no match for his older brother. “I am sure going to enjoy my stay, with you to keep me company everyday and night.” He emphasized the word night, letting her know just what he had in. mind. Joy pushed him away, “Keep your hands off me or I will tell Bill when he gets home. I have no intentions of keeping you company anytime. I know that you own half of this farm but I’m not part off it. Bill would shoot you if he knew you were assaulting me.” “I’m not assaulting you. Just look at your tits, they are hard like a woman that wants to get laid. I bet your cunt is wet to. I’m going to enjoy watching you spread those pretty legs for me.” Joy turned and ran for the house. His laughter followed her all the way. For the rest of the weekend she managed to stay out of his way. She didn’t know how she would manage until Bill arrived Friday. For his part, Chet didn’t bother her until Monday. She had fixed food for them but then went to her room as soon as they finished eating. On Monday morning all that changed. He walked in the kitchen while she was fixing lunch. She had her back turned and didn’t know he was on the place until he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He had a tit in each hand as he pulled her back against him. His cock was rubbing against her ass as he squeezed the nipples on her breasts. He kissed the nap of her neck even as she fought to break away from him. She jumped with surprise when he grasped her. All weekend he had behaved himself and she thought he had quit bothering her, after she threaten to tell Bill. She had also started wearing a bra since he had moved back in. Once again she was helpless in his grasp. The problem was she liked the way his hands felt on her loved starved breasts, and the kisses on her neck were one other thing that turned her on. She could feel his hard cock against her ass and in spite of her self wondered just how big he really was! He released her and she turned around to slap him but he caught her arm. He twisted it behind her back as he pulled her to him again. Once again his lips found hers and when she didn’t open her mouth to him he twisted her arm harder. With a gasp of pain she opened to him. He continued to kiss her over and over before turning her arm loose. She didn’t know how long he had been kissing her before she realized she was free. Even then she didn’t break away at once. Actually it was he that broke the kiss. “Ready to go to bed for a good long fuck,” he asked. Once again she pushed away, “There is not going to be a good long fuck between us. I am going to tell Bill when he gets home. We will just make some kind of deal for us to buy your half of this place and you can leave.” “You don’t have any money to buy me out, and I don’t want to sale anyway. I think I’m going to like this horse farming, and having you here to keep me company.” She turned and ran for her room, closed and locked the door. She lay on the bed and cried for hours. She missed Bill since it was nearly two weeks since he had been home. She could still feel Chet’s hands on her breast, and this bothered her most of all. He did the same thing two more times, on Tuesday and Wednesday. Anytime he could get close to her without her knowing he would grab her. He never forced her to have sex but he let her know that he fully intended to fuck her at some future date. To her, his hands felt better and better all the time. At night she would use her finger for release. It shocked her to find that it wasn’t Bill she thought about but Chet. Bill surprised her by coming home on Thursday. He was given the day off to make up for working the weekend before. He could have come home on Wednesday but he spent that day in bed with Jenny. Her husband was due the next day and they didn’t know when they would have another time together. Joy was happy to have him home and looked forward to the loving waiting for them. Chet and Bill were happy to see each other. They hugged and talked about old times, and caught each other up on what had been going on in their lives. Joy was left on her own. The guys talked past bed time. Both had consumed a lot of beer and when they finally decided to call it a night neither one were in to good of shape. Chet staggered to his room and Bill to his. Joy was mad as a wet hen. She had not seen Bill in two weeks and he ignored her to talk to his brother. She went to bed early hoping that Bill would soon join her. By the time he did make it to bed he was in no shape to make love to her. For the first time in their married life he did not want sex. He kissed her good night and rolled over and went to sleep. If she had known how many times he had had sex with Ginny she would have know why he was tired. By Sunday night they had been together only a couple of times. The sex was as good as ever but it just wasn’t enough for her. Chet always seem to be around when they would try to get together. It was late that night when they finally had an opportunity to talk. She wanted to tell Bill what his brother had been doing all week, but she didn’t want to drive a wedge between them. She finally told him that she was uncomfortable with Chet being there all week with him gone. Bill said, “It will be alright, he owns half the place and I can’t tell him to leave. Besides, I worked out a deal with him. He is going to furnish enough money to buy several brood mares. With those this place will start showing a tidy profit and I want have to go out each week to work. In return, he will own half of everything here. He is thinking of going back in the service, but until then he’ll have to live here. You will have company and some one to help with the work.” She was in total shock by what he said. True, they had wanted to purchase the brood mares but she didn’t want to have to fight Chet off everyday. She tried once again to tell him that she didn’t want Chet here with her, but Bill wouldn’t listen. He was glad to have his older brother home, and for the money he was investing in the ranch. Sex that night wasn’t very good for her. She was already worrying about the coming week. Bill had to get up early each Monday to get back to work on time. She got up to help him pack and get on the road. Chet had said his good-byes the night before and stayed in bed. Joy walked him to the car, and watched as he drove out of sight. She was crying as she went back up to bed. Just as she opened her bedroom door Chet called to her. “No need to cry. Come on in here with me and I’ll make you feel better.” She didn’t say a word, just looked at him. He only had on a pair of jockey shorts and she couldn’t help looking at the bulge in them. He saw where she was looking and started toward her. “You can get a better look if you like.” Joy didn’t say a word, just turned and walked into her bedroom and shut the door. Again she could hear him laugh as he returned to his room. It was an hour before she could get back to sleep. She could not get Chet off her mind. How was she going to handle him by herself? Joy tossed and turned for a long time. The frustration she felt from the lack of sex over the weekend and knowing Chet was going to be here for however long he desired, kept her slipping in and out of sleep. She would dream of Bill for a while and then about Chet. This caused her to wake up in a cold sweat. He was the only man that she never could control. All other men, including Bill, would stop when she told them, but he never seemed to hear a word she said. It was like he had a one-track mind and that was on getting her in bed. The weight of someone setting down on the edge of the bed woke her. She woke from a fretful sleep thinking that Bill had returned. It wasn’t Bill but Chet on the bed next to her. “What do you think your doing she screamed?” “I just here to give you a little loving since I’m sure you didn’t get enough this weekend.” “Get out of this room right now! I told Bill that I didn’t want you around! Now get out!” She tried to roll away from him but he reached across her body and his weight was too much for her to shake off. She tried to slap him but he just caught her hands and laughed at her feeble efforts. Down On The Farm He held her arms above her head and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it through the thin material of her nightgown. She only had on the short top to her pajamas. She didn’t have on any thing else. When Bill was home she never slept in anything, but since Chet came she wore the pajamas. She didn’t put the bottoms back on last night when they finished having sex. She was hoping that Bill would want to go again before leaving this morning. If she could have seen that Chet was naked she really would have panicked. He had dropped his shorts before he woke her up. This time he was finally going to fuck her whether she liked it of not. Once he got his 10-inch cock buried in her cunt she would change her mine quick enough. Using his mouth he pulled the top up until both breasts were uncovered. She had beautifully shaped breasts, which was what had attracted him in the first place. He sucked first one and then the other, swapping back and forth between them. They were large and firm with big nipples that he sucked until they were standing hard and straight. Try as she might, Joy could not move him off her and her nipples betrayed her. She tried to not let him get them excited but having her breasts played with turned her on. She continued to fight him but it wasn’t any use. He held both of her hands in one of his. With the other he raised his body just enough to pull the cover from her, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her top was up around her neck. With the cover removed from her legs she tried to kick him away from her, but this only opened her legs wider. He brought his hand up to her cunt, and with each kick he slid a finger in her open cunt. He had to smile when his hand was covered with her cunt juice. She may have been fighting but her body was betraying her. He rolled his body over on her. She crossed her legs where he couldn’t get to her cunt. He stretched his naked body over hers with his cock resting directly over her cunt. While he was grinding his naked cock against her cunt he went for her lips. She tried turning her head but he held her head steady with his free hand. His mouth closed over hers, forcing her to open her lips to him. He forced his tongue into her mouth. Searching for her tongue with his he was soon kissing her without a lot of resistance. The force he was using on her didn’t hurt her it just made her submit to him. Joy had tried every thing to stop him but nothing worked. What was worse was she had really stopped fighting. She could feel his cock trying to invade her cunt and her nipples were crying for more attention from his lips. He was kissing her the way no one else ever had, even Bill. He was still holding her hands above her head, but his other hand was now playing with her cunt. She was about to cum and there wasn’t any thing she could do about it! He knew that she was ready to cum but he wasn’t going to let her until his cock was buried in her. Before she knew what was happing he turned her hands loose and with both hands spread her legs letting his body drop between them so she could not close them to him. His cock was at the entrance to her hot cunt and with one smooth drive he entered her. Two short strokes later he was buried to the balls in her wet cunt. Before Joy realized that her hands were free she felt his cock enter her cunt. Nothing in her life prepared her for a cock his size. She was wet from all he had been doing to her and that kept the pain down, but he still nearly tore her apart just from the sheer size. Before she knew what was happing she was cumin. He just stayed still and let her get off on his hard cock. She wasn’t the first woman to cum when he first entered her. Very few women had ever been fucked with a cock like his. Not only was he larger than most men were, he knew what to do with it once he got in them. Joy thought that she would never stop cumin. His cock was so big that it filled her completely. He didn’t even have to move for her to feel him on each side of her cunt. Now she knew what the mare had felt like when the stud took her by force. Now, like the mare, all the fight was out of her. She realized that he had not cum and was just waiting for her to come back down to earth. Chet was holding his weight off her upper body but his cock was still buried in her cunt. He watched her face until she opened her eyes. He lifted her body up and caught the edge of her pj top and pulled it over her head, leaving her completely naked. When he pulled her top up she raised her arms and helped him take it off. Then she wrapped her arms around his naked shoulders and pulled him down to kiss him. He had kissed her by force before but this was the first time that she had kissed him. For several moments they kissed before he started moving his hips and working his giant cock in her sopping cunt. The juice from her first time made it easier for her to take him. In no time at all she was back as hot as ever. She wrapped her legs around his body and rode his cock on each stroke. She had always loved sex since her very first time. She liked it hard, fast and often. Bill was the same way, and that was why their sex life was so good. She always gave as well as she got and this time Chet was the object of her desires. Chet was in heaven; she was as good as he thought she would be. The faster he rode her the faster she wanted him to. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman and he was full of juice and wanted to fill Joy’s cunt with all of it. The bed was shaking from their fierce lovemaking, and the closer to the finish the harder he hammered his cock in her. Joy matched him stroke for stroke. She didn’t think about Bill the whole time they were fucking. All she was really thinking about was how good he was making her feel. She was cumin again, and she was crying for him to fuck harder and faster. She had never been a quite woman when she was cumin and this time, if they had any neighbors, they could have heard her a block away. Chet was going as fast and hard as he could. His cock was pulled almost out on every stroke before he drove it back into her depth. When she started to cum he couldn’t hold back any longer. His cock exploded in her cunt. Both were cumin at the same time. Each reaching for all they could get from the other. He was full of cum and it ran down between her legs as each stroke force more and more out of her cunt. Totally exhausted they lay together. Her legs spread out on each side of him. He tried to hold as much weight off her as he could but he was to exhausted. Finally he rolled off of her, his cock sounding like a cork from a wine bottle as it slid from her well-fucked cunt. Their combined cum spilled from her cunt and soaked the bed. It was several minutes before she regained her senses. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower. Joy had the shower as hot as she could stand it. She was in shock by what she had just done with Bill’s brother. She had known that Chet would try something but she didn’t think she would enjoy it so much. She didn’t blame Chet as much as she blamed herself. She should not have wanted it so much. She remembered how good he felt as he fuck her and how she cried for more. The guilt was coming back as she realized that not once during the time they were fucking did she even think of Bill. She finished her shower and eased back into the bedroom for her clothes. Chet was fast asleep on the bed. Even with his cock soft it was still an awesome sight. She could not help but stare at it while she dressed. Remembering how good it had felt in her cunt caused her nipples to start hardening, and her cunt to moisten. She had to get away before he woke. Quickly she finished dressing and left the room. Joy was working in the barn when he finally woke up. She liked the hard work because it kept her from thinking about committing adultery. She had finished cleaning the stalls and was exercising Playboy when he came to the barn. She sensed that he was behind her before he spoke. He said, “Good morning” as if nothing had happened between them. “You finally decided to get up? If you are going to work on a farm then you have to get up early.” “Sorry, but I had such an exhausting night that I had to sleep late to recover.” Joy’s face turned red as she realized he was smiling at her. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure that it doesn’t happen again.” “Oh, it is going to happen again. I know it and you know it. What we had was just to good for a one time thing.” “Doesn’t it bother you to know you are taking advantage of your brothers wife?” “Nothing bothers me as far as women are concerned. I’m not going to take you away from my brother. We are just going to have a little fun together. He doesn’t have to know, I’m not going to tell, and you know your not. This weekend when he comes home you are going to fuck him just like you always do, and he will never know the difference.” “I can’t do that. He will know at once that something is different.” She realized when she said it that she was already agreeing to have sex with Chet again. Chet knew it also. She was his as long as he was here. By the time his brother came home Friday she would have been fuck so many time that she would be able to pull off the deceit. “Put up the stallion and lets go back to the house,” he said. Like a puppet on a string she did as she was told. She followed him back to the house knowing he was about to take her again. Back in the house he pushed her down on the sofa. He knelt down and pulled off her boots. He stood back up and pulled her to her feet. She stood with her hands by her side as he unbuttoned her shirt and removed it. He unfastened her bra and took it from her arms. She stood before him naked to the waist as he backed up so he could get a good look at her beautiful breasts. He moved back to her and leaned down and took a tit in his lips. He didn’t touch her with anything but his lips. Swapping from one to the other he had her nipples hard and her breath was coming fast. He quit sucking her breasts and reached for her belt. He quickly removed her jeans, taking her panties with them. When they were around her ankles she stepped out of them. Now she was completely naked and standing still while he took his time and looked over every inch of her body. “You are to perfect for Bill not to share. No one should have something this perfect and not share. I thank Bill for sharing you with me, even if he doesn’t know it. Now undress me.” She went about the task with the same eagerness that he had undressed her. When she finally slid his jeans off his cock sprang up and almost hit her in the face. She dropped to her knees and pulled his jeans from around his feet. Setting back on her heels she looked at the largest cock she had ever seen. She wondered how she had ever got all that in her last night. Leaning forward she kissed the head of his cock. Not touching him with her hands, she took him in her mouth as far as she could. Joy loved giving Bill head and she wanted to taste what Chet had to offer. She worked all over him with her mouth and tongue, until he was rock solid. Then she stood and took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. If she was going to committee adultery again then she was going to enjoy it. She lay back on the bed and he moved up over her. Her cunt was soaking wet and only his hard cock could take care of it. She opened her legs wide and lifted them, making a saddle for him to ride. He moved his cock to the entrance of her cunt. He could feel the heat coming from her. He eased the head through her opening and stopped. He was holding his chest from her body by his arms on each side of her as he looked down into her eyes. “What do you want me to do,” he said. Looking him straight in the eye and not hesitating at all, she said “Fuck me with everything you have.” He started a penetration that didn’t stop until his balls were bouncing off her ass. Just like the night before, she started cumin before he reached bottom. He started fucking in and out and soon she was back with him all the way. Two perfect bodies joined together in an act old as time. Neither one of them wanted to take it slow or easy. They both were eager to feel all that the other had. They were both in a hurry to cum. Each knew that this wasn’t going to be the last time, so there was no need to take it slow. They both came at the same time, each trying to make the other feel as good as possible. Every free moment for the rest of the week they were at each other. Chet thought he had a tiger by the tail. Joy was the only woman in his life that matched him stroke for stroke. She was always ready whenever he wanted. They tried sex every way possible except anal. There was no way he was going to put his large cock in her tiny ass. She had tried it once before with Bill and she didn’t much care for it. He had eaten her to a screaming climax and she finally gave him a complete blowjob. Both liked a sixty-nine and usually made it once that way when they were too tired to fuck. He had taken her from behind as they watched Playboy mount a mare. It was over for them nearly as fast as the stud. Chet had never seen a woman that could cum so quick and so often. No wonder Bill was satisfied at home. Wednesday night Bill called just to see how things were working out. It just so happened that Joy was riding Chet's cock when the phone rang. She stopped bouncing up and down long enough to answer it. She was surprised when she heard Bill’s voice. She stopped moving and sat down on Chet's cock, which was buried as for up her cunt as it would go. It was all she could do to carry on a conversation in her present condition. After a lot of small talk he finally ask her what he had called to ask in the first place. He wanted to know if Chet was there and if she was getting along any better with him. She told him, “That Chet was in the den and that they were getting along fine since they got something straight between them.” Chet like to have laughed out loud when he heard her, they had something straight between them now. He bucked his hips up to worry her cunt while she was talking to her husband. It was a real turn on to be fucking his brother’s wife while they talked on the phone. He sucked on her tits and tried to make her forget what she was doing. Chet’s actions were bringing her off and she knew that she had to get off the phone before she climaxed. She quickly told Bill that Chet was calling from the den and that she would see him Friday afternoon. Her climax hit just as the phone was hung up. She stretched out on his body; his cock buried in her cunt, and fucked him for all she was worth. Her cunt was moving up and down on his cock faster than he had ever moved in her. They both started cumin at the same time and were completely exhausted. “I don’t think you will have any trouble convincing Bill that you haven’t had any sex for a week” Friday afternoon Bill came home on time. He hadn’t had any sex the whole week and he was ready to get her between the sheets. He was please to find that Chet was gone for the weekend. He was looking for some mares to build up the herd. He had been home only a few minutes before they were making love. Joy was surprised that she wanted him as much as ever. Even after the week she and Chet had been through she still wanted Bill. She had thought that she could not sleep with her husband without thinking about his brother, but once they started she didn’t have any trouble at all. She never even thought about Chet. As for Bill, he liked the difference between Jenny and his wife. He decided right then that variety was the spice of life. As long as she didn’t know he sure wasn’t going to tell. They took advantage of Chet being gone for the weekend. They had sex most of the time. It was the best between them in a long while. Chet came back just before night fall on Sunday. He had found a few mares and would be looking for others in the coming weeks. They sat around the table and talked about the farm and what they wanted to do with it. Bill had to call it an early night. He had to be up at 3:00 in the morning to drive back to work. He wanted Joy to come on and go to bed with him. He wanted some more sex to tide him over for the coming week. She told him to go on she would be right there. Bill left the room and when she heard the door close she ran to Chet and sat in his lap and gave him a welcome back kiss. While she was kissing him he had his finger playing in her cunt. She broke the kiss and stood up pulling his finger from her. “I’ve got to go to Bill tonight, we’ve got all week.” She stripped and got in bed with Bill who was already naked and lying on his back with his hard cock sticking straight up. She only took a second to compare the cocks of the two men. Bill’s was shorter but larger around. Chet’s was longer and almost as large. She thought as she lowered her soaking cunt down on his cock that she was a lucky woman to have both cocks to play with. Bill was up at 3:00 and on the road by 4 am. By 4:05 Chet was between her legs eating her cunt. He couldn’t believe it but he was jealous of Joy having sex with her husband. The next six months went about the same. She would have Bill on the weekends and Chet during the week. She was completely happy with the way things had turned out. The farm was growing with the addition of the new stock and should turn a profit once the foals started hitting the ground next spring. She had all the sex she wanted from both men. Bill still didn’t suspect anything was going on between them. He may have if he wasn’t so occupied with Jenny each time her husband left town. Things were fine until Jenny’s husband came home a day early and found him in bed with her. He kicked both of them out of the house. He also was a friend with the owner of the company Bill worked for. He had his friend fire Bill. He wanted him to fire Jenny to, but his friend was also one of Jenny’s former lovers. To get her back in his bed he let her keep her job. Bill didn’t know what he was going to tell Joy. If it had only been a few months later then he would have been ready to quit anyway. Finally he decided to tell her he just could not face traveling all the time and being away from her, and that he would try to find something closer to home. Joy didn’t like it when he told her. He thought it was because of the lack of money the job brought in. She really didn’t mind the money lost, but she knew that her time with Chet was coming to an end. Bill did find a job in the small town. It didn’t pay anything like the other job, but he was home every night. He liked having her beside him and making love before going to sleep. Joy still enjoyed sex with him as much as ever, but she missed her time with Chet. They had to slip around and fuck when they found a little time. More than once they were nearly caught. This was the way of life for another four months. They would slip around each time they had an opportunity. No longer were they able to spend hours having sex. This wasn’t very satisfactory for either of them. It was a wonder that Bill didn’t catch them. After a while Chet decided that he was going to reenlist and go back into the service. He could not be close to Joy without wanting her so he decided that it was best if he moved on. Joy did not like the idea but she understood why. He would spend his leave time with them, and they would look after his part of the farm. The day before he was to leave Bill had to go out of town on business. As soon as he left they were in each other’s arms. It was a lucky break that they had not expected. All afternoon and through the night they made love. They had sex every wakening moment; right up to the time Bill came back to go with them to the airport. Down On The Farm After leaving Chet at the airport they returned home. Joy didn’t have a lot to say on the way back. When they arrived at home Bill said, “ You are going to miss him.” “Yes.” “Me to. I know that you didn’t care for him at first but you seem very close now.” Joy looked at Bill, “Where did you have to go last night?” It took him a second to long to answer. “ You didn’t have anywhere to go did you? How long have you known about us?’ “Not long, just a few days ago. I saw you and him in the kitchen and put two and two together.” “If you knew, why did you leave us alone last night?”” “He was leaving and I figured you might like a last night together. I haven’t always been perfect either. I know that when he comes back that I will probably always have to share you with him. But I can live with that as long as you still love me. “I love you and always will. I didn’t mean for it to happen between Chet and I. He was very persistent and I was lonesome with you gone all the time. Thank you for giving us last night.” Later that night, as she lay beside him, she thought about how lucky she was that Bill was so understanding. What did he mean when he said that he had not always been perfect? She would remember to ask him tomorrow. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was, when would Chet get his first leave. Down on the Farm My name's Christy Lewis and this is my story. Let me start off by telling you a little bit about me. I'm 18 years old and I live with my grandparents. My mom and dad were killed in a car accident by a drunk driver when I was 12. I didn't have any other family close by except Pops and Granny. I didn't adjust to living on their farm too well, at first. I had been raised in a small apartment in the heart of downtown Miami, so when I was shipped to the small town of Springton, it was quite a culture shock. I was used to sleeping in on the weekends, but around here it's rise and shine at 5 a.m. There's no MTV, no cell phones and no coffee houses on the corner. My days are pretty much filled with helping Pops tend to the animals and the back breaking chores of farm life. The responsibility pretty much fell on me and Pops when Granny developed pneumonia after getting caught out in a freak snowstorm. I would usually cook for them, and help Pops clean Granny and make her comfortable. Unfortunately this led to me being the last one in the shower at night, sometimes as late as 1 a.m. Well one night in the late hours, Pops emerged from his bedroom, unusually restless. "Everything ok, Pops?" "Oh I'm not sure honey, I just can't seem to sleep tonight," he answered, getting himself a glass of water. "Is there anything I can do?" I asked, drying my hair, fresh from my shower. At that moment, Pops turned to me with a look on his face I had never seen on him or anyone else. "You know, your granny and I have been married over 53 years," he began, "And when two people have been married that long, some things begin to... lapse." I sat there in my short white bathrobe, my hair wet and my long legs crossed listening to Pops tell his story. "Anyway, what I'm getting at is... well, Christy, you're not a little girl anymore and I think I can say this to you without there being too much of a weird feeling," he said. "You can tell me anything Pops, you know that," I assured him. He walked over and sat across from me at the small dining room table. "A man has needs, Christy, even a man my age... do you understand where I'm going with this?" he asked. I thought about it for a moment and suddenly I got chills. "I-I think so Pops," I managed to say. He smiled as he reached up and closed the kitchen curtains, "You're a smart girl, Christy, I knew you'd understand." I suddenly realized how dark the kitchen had become with just a small bit of light peaking thru the window of the back door. "Christy, open your robe for me, please," said Pops in a very hushed voice. At first I didn't know what to do or say. I was both shocked and I guess a bit nervous so with shaking hands I slowly untied the belt from my robe, allowing my tits to bounce free. I sat there looking into Pops' eyes, watching them almost light up. "Oh God Christy, you're beautiful, your tits are perfect," he whispered, staring at my heavy tits. Then with no further direction, almost by instinct, I slid the robe from my body. I got chills as the soft silk slid down my sides and came to rest behind my ass in the chair. "Stand up and come here," he instructed, "I have to touch your body." I stood up with no hesitation and walked the few steps to where my grandpa was sitting. In the shadows of the backdoor light I could see his hand reaching up and forward. Then the warm sensation of his palms cupping my heavy tits, his fingers gliding over my young nipples. "God help me honey but I must tell you that my dick is so hard, I haven't felt it this hard in years," he confessed. Something about his touch, so forbidden and so warm made my insides tumble around like clothes inside a dryer. I stood there looking down, trying to focus my eyes a little more to see what my grandpa was going to do next. It was at that moment that I felt his warmth a lot closer to me. His finger has slid inside my pussy, just inside my lips. "Oh God Pops, Oh God, no one's ever touched me there before," I moaned. He slid his other hand back to my ass and used it to pull me forward, closer to his hot breath that escaped his lips. I could feel his fingertip slipping inside me, then his mouth to my nipple, sucking it like a starving newborn. I reached up and slid my fingers thru his soft silver hair, stroking it gently as his suckle on my nipple became tighter. His finger finally unable to stay away from me, slipped up inside my hot burning pussy. His finger was so warm and thick, so authoritative. My moans began to get louder as his finger began fucking me, sliding in and out with such ease. Suddenly he stopped... his finger slipped from my young pussy and his mouth slipped from my puckered little nipple. "I want inside you honey," he whispered, "Please let me fuck you one time, it'll just be between us baby, let Pops stick his dick in you." How could I tell him no? I owed him so much for taking me in and letting me live there with them. Besides I knew it had been a long time for him and Granny, and I knew he needed this, so I said yes. "Get on your hands and knees baby," he whispered, "I always wanted to fuck your granny like this but she never wanted to." I didn't say a word, I just knelt to the cool tile floor of the small kitchen and took my position. Pops wasted no time in getting behind me. I could hear the metal of his belt buckle hit the floor as he tossed his belt alongside my robe. Then the chilling sound of the zipper as it goes down, releasing the cock that seemed to be aching for attention. "God forgive me for what I am about to do," he whispered, then slowly slid his cock into my pussy. I was amazed at Pops' size, he was so thick and so long, nothing like I ever would have imagined for a man his age. He started slowly, pumping his thick dick into me with deep long strokes. I arched my back to thrust my hot hole into him, thereby trapping his dick inside me. "Oh My God," he moaned, "Christy, your mother never felt like this when she was 18." I froze. I had no response for that. My Mother?? Pops had fucked my mother when she was a girl?? Like he was fucking me right now?? "I remember having to fuck her up the ass just to get a tight hole, she was such a little whore back then, she'd fuck anyone," he whispered, picking up his pace a bit. I felt his grip on my hips getting tighter. His dick began swelling inside me, getting warmer as his thrusts became more and more powerful. "Oh God Pops, your dick's so big inside me," I moaned. "Mmmmmm, talk dirty to me honey, say nasty things to grandpa," he begged, fucking me harder. I closed my eyes and imagined the dirtiest porn movie I had ever watched and began spouting out details as they replayed in my head. I spoke of Pops fucking my tight virgin asshole, telling him to get me pregnant, to make me his whore. "Oh shit!! I'm gonna cum baby, ohhhhhhh Pops is gonna fill your fuck hole with cum," he moaned. His thrusts became so hard that my body was being pushed forward. My knees began to hurt with the tiles digging into my flesh. But I never wanted him to stop, I had never felt anything so fucking good in my entire life. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck, here it comes!!" jets of hot thick cum invaded my pussy, I could feel it soaking my insides. My body began quivering uncontrollably and my pussy was engulfed in spasms. "Oh God Pops, oh my Godddddddddd!!" I screamed, throwing my head back and clamping my cum soaked pussy around his jerking cock. My head became dizzy and I was sweaty as though I had been in the middle of a heat wave. Our breaths were heavy and our hearts were pounding, almost trying to compete with each other. "You're such a good girl, Christy, you don't know how bad I needed that," he whispered breathlessly. I looked over my shoulder, only being able to see the outline of Pops' body. "I will be your little whore anytime you want, Pops," I whispered. "Oh God, you promise?" he asked. "Mmmmmm yes yes," I moaned, "I want to be your little cum dumpster, your teenage fuck toy." Pops really loved that idea, I think mostly because of my age. Something about me being 18 really seemed to make his dick rise. We fucked 2 more times that night... once in the living room with me bent over the arm of the couch and the last time... on his bedroom floor with Granny sleeping just a few feet away. I know that might sound a little... I dunno, fucked up, but it was incredibly sexy. I squirted for the first time in their bedroom that night. I never knew an orgasm could feel that way. I don't regret having fucked my grandfather, nor do I feel guilty when I take care of Granny. In some perverted way, I think if she was in better health, she may just have enjoyed watching me and Pops fuck. Who knows, she may have even joined in a couple times. Down on the Farm Living in the country isn't bad, except for the damned grass. I had actually been looking for a large lot with a manufactured home, something that was maybe in my budget when the small farm had come on the market. A older couple had lived in the tiny little A-frame, the husband had passed and the lady was moved to full time care in a living center. After almost a full year of sitting vacant, the family put the 5 acres and house on the market. I happened to be standing in the real estate office when the listing came in. The dumpy real estate lady had looked at the listing, then pushed it aside as she shuffled through stacks of double wides and units in trailor parks that didn't interest me. I spotted the price tag, $75,000. "Fixer upper" it said. Hell, I could fix stuff. I had a bit more than half the money, and there was always the bank. So we drove out to look. Just coming down the long driveway past the little creek in the pasture below, I was hooked! So here I was, a single guy with a A-frame house that ran on wood heat, no bedroom, just a loft upstairs on one end. "Fixer upper" they had said. Meant it, too! Perfect. Except for the damned grass. 5 acres of it. And Blackberries, no shortage of those. Well, there was a lean-to barn, the description said "needs repair" Shed is a better term, and "lean" was a good description. I had that stiffened up in no time, found a bundle of shingles in there to patch the roof on the A-frame. I had discovered the leaks in the roof right over the bed the first time it rained. I rooted the nest of Raccoons living under the house out of there, much to their chagrin, sealed up the hole where they were getting in. But within a month, things were pretty good. I bought a broken down old riding mower, some tinkering rewarded me with it firing up and the blades worked, so I attacked the 3' tall stuff in the upper field. There was a half wild Cow in the lower pasture that came with the place. It had water from the creek and all the grass it could eat. I had thought about the cow being out there a year with no one around. After trying to catch it just once, I realized it really DID intend to stomp me into the ground so I just left it alone. Besides, it had horns and I didn't. At least I didn't have to mow that grass. My upper fence line nestled against a line of houses, all the back yards faced my place. First I walked the line, picking up rib bones and sticks, chunks of metal that I assume the neighbors no longer wanted. I knew during the dry season the grass would be a danger. I figured a nice wide firebreak would do the job of keeping them safe and me out of court. So I was cutting a few feet, letting the machine clear out, then a few feet more. As I got to the end of the first row, I saw a flash of color, looked over. A very nice looking lady was stretched out on a lawn chair, she had obviously been sunning herself topless. She was shiny and slick with oil. She had grabbed a towel to cover her breasts, and she seemed just a bit irritated at my noisy interruption. I nodded and continued on. Reaching the end of the row, I turned to go back, she covered up again as I approached. This went on for over an hour, finally she jumped up and flounced off towards the house, clutching the towel to her chest. Her body language displayed her upset. I looked her over as she walked away. Jet black hair hung well past her shoulders, the dark skin was a full contrast to the lime green bikini bottoms she wore. Beautiful! But obviously upset with me. Well, yea. I was making a racket and intruding on her privacy, still. I needed the damned grass cut! Two tanks of fuel and I had the job done, I knew I would need to do it again in a week or so. I put the machine away and went back to my house. I kept thinking of her up there, so I went upstairs and looked out the window. Sure enough, from there I could look down into her yard about 150 feet away. She was out again, laying back with the same lime green bottoms on. I got some glimpses of her bare breasts through the bushes that partially obscured her. I went and got my field glasses, a nice powerful set. I knew that I shouldn't do that, but hell, I was young and male. Through the binoculars it was like I was standing right next to her, but the lens must have caught the light. She suddenly sat up, grabbed the towel, looked my way and gave me the finger. Embarrassed, I put them away and went back to puttering around my place. Two weeks later, more damned grass. I wasn't looking forward to it, it was hot as hell out. I pulled on a pair of blue jeans and that was it, started the mower and began to cut. I had a Dog by now, a little Terrier that happily became a family member in just a few days. She was running around in the big field sticking her nose into everything. I got up close to the lady's fenceline, sure enough, here she sat, that same towel clutched to her chest, a pissed off look on her face. I shut the mower down, introduced myself. "Hello. I'm Dan. Sorry if I am disturbing you." "Sofia. Are you going to be long?" "I need to keep the grass down in case of a fire." "Oh. Well, hurry up." I just nodded, fired up my mower. Hell, I wasn't going dead slow deliberately, only 1st gear worked. I was conscious of my bare upper body, soaked with sweat and streaked with dirt that flew up as I mowed. I pointedly pretended to ignore her as I went by her yard. She seemed to relax but kept the towel close at hand, each time I got near she pulled it over herself. I somehow managed to not turn my head and look, although I was aware of her out of the corner of my eye. Just as I got to the end and turned, I spotted my dog suddenly go all excited and take off. There was a flutter of black in the grass in front of her, then she was on something, pinned it to the ground. I jumped off the mower and trotted over to investigate. She had a half grown crow pinned down with her front paw. I reached down and picked it up, it was obviously hurt. The side of it's skull was bulging out, there was what looked like a BB pellet wound. Sofia was watching intently as I looked the bird over. "What's that?" she called out. "A baby crow, it's hurt." "Oh, let me see?" She jumped up and headed for the fenceline, clutching the towel to her as she came. I walked over and showed it to her. "Poor thing." Her fingers stroked the back of it's head, it tried to peck her but missed. "I will see if I can help it." I turned and headed towards my house. There was an old bird cage in the shed, I got it down and put the bird inside. It couldn't stand, it just flopped over on it's side. I had some antibiotic ointment in the house that I had used on a cat I owned once, kept it around for some reason. I retrieved that and a sharp knife, I knew I had to lance the wound. I had just gotten back to the shed when Sofia stepped in. She had her top on now, I got an idea of what she was covering up before. She was nicely filled out, I did my best not to stare. "What are you going to do?" "I have to open the wound and treat it." She watched intently as I held the little Crow, it was struggling and making it hard to do anything. "Let me help." Sofia reached out and grasped the bird with both hands, that freed mine so I used the point to make a small incision. Her hands were firm but gentle as she held the creature, tilting it's neck to give me access. At a touch of the blade, Instantly the swelling burst and drained. I cleaned it out as best I could, used a small plastic syringe to inject the ointment directly. I spotted the small lead pellet embedded, used the point of the blade to flip it, it came right out. The bird shook it's head over and over. "There, all we can do." I set the little bird inside the cage, filled the small dish with cool water. It seemed to be able to sit upright now, and had ceased struggling. "Thanks." I told her. "I need to finish mowing now." "Sure, go ahead." she smiled at me, that made my knees weak for a moment as she turned and walked away. I watched the cheeks of her absolutely fine behind alternately bounce up and down as she went up the slight grade. Italian, or perhaps Greek popped in my mind, her body was dark and unblemished, shining from the coating of oil that remained. Her hair was black as coal with those waves in it that some women are blessed with. I just shook my head, returned to my mower and went back to work. Each time I went by she reached for the towel to cover herself, I made it a point to not look her way. I did notice that she was getting slower reaching each time and more careless with it. Where she had been clutching the towel to herself with both hands, now she just draped it over her breasts. I finished up and put the machine away, went to check on the bird. It was better, it could stand up now. I realized it needed food, what the hell does a Crow eat? I thought for a second, then made a bowl of Cream of Wheat. I set some in with the little bird, backed off. Nothing, it just stood there. I waited, it wouldn't eat or drink. Deciding to force the situation, I got an eyedropper, filled it, held the bird lightly and dripped some in it's mouth. It struggled at first, suddenly realized this was food, it's head went back and it's mouth came open! The next morning I woke up to a racket, it was the bird calling. The instant it saw me, it's head went back and it's mouth popped open. I got a laugh out of that, hell, it was cute. I fed it some more, then some water. As I was doing so, there was a knock on my door. It was Sofia. She had on a light yellow blouse that buttoned up the front, she wore it pulled out of the waistband of her levi shorts. Bare legs, with flipflops. For the first time I realized she didn't shave her legs, they had more hair on them than mine do. A lot more. I hadn't noticed that before with the oil all over her. "How's the little bird doing?" I grinned and let her in, showed her how I could reach out with the eyedropper and feed the Crow. The instant I stepped up close, it's head went back, waiting. She delighted in that, her laugh a singsong blend of music to my ears. Together, we fed it until it finally stopped, would eat no more. "Coffee?" I asked her. "Sure." Sofia was the first woman to ever be in my little house, she sat at the table I had made out of split logs and sanded until it was smooth on the top. It was different and sturdy, she rubbed the fine finish, interested. I was proud of hand fitting each piece, there were no cracks or gaps, each piece solidly doweled and glued to the next. I had restained all the inside Cedar walls, and the beams, it was clean and gleamed. I still had the bathroom to finish, and the upstairs, but I was slowly building a fine home. She seemed impressed, we chatted for a solid two hours. As she prepared to leave, she turned and looked at me. "Most men would have just put that bird out of it's misery." "Yea, probably." I blushed a little. I realized she was looking at me with interest, then she was gone. It was about a week later, another knock at my door. I opened the door to Sofia. She had on a halter top this time, white shorts, plus she seemed to have paid a bit more attention to her hair and makeup. I was pleased to see her. "How's the bird doing?" "About ready to go, want to watch?" I had been taking it out of it's cage and holding it by the feet, to let it exercise it's wings. I knew it could fly, and it seemed to be fully healed. We went outside, I held the Crow carefully, then released my grip. It stood uncertainly clutching my hand for a few seconds, then spread it's wings and flew off to some nearby trees. We watched as it called out in delight at it's freedom, I felt Sofia as she wrapped one arm around my waist for a gleeful hug. It was nice to watch, just a simple life but one saved. I hugged her back, she looked up at me, I saw her eyes change. Then I was kissing her, or she was kissing me, I am not fully sure. We stopped and looked at each other for a few moments. I just took her hand in mine, led her easily up my steps to the little loft. I was glad I had made up my bed with fresh bedding. We kissed again, then she stepped back, reached behind and tripped the catch on her halter top. She hesitated, then let it slide down and off her fine breasts. They stood high and firm, the skin dark, only a mild transition to lighter where she wore a top. I know I was pleased, she was beautiful. I also caught a glimpse of her underarms, I knew she didn't shave her legs but now I knew she didn't shave her underarms either. It was different, interesting. She had an earthy smell about her too, not unpleasant. I was used to perfumes and powders, those are fine. But this was the smell of a woman, excited, natural. She stepped into my arms, reached down and lifted my pullover shirt, I lifted my arms to help. Then she pressed herself against me, her erect nipples poked me delightfully. I had the urge to wallow, rub myself against her, she beat me to that. It had been a good 4 months since I was even around any women, let alone date or have any type of interaction. I had put all of my money and effort into my little piece of the world. Then we took turns tripping our shorts, quickly we were both naked. She sat and reached out to touch me with both hands, curious. I would say I am normal in the equipment department, she touched and inspected me like she was looking for something, maybe she was. I pressed her back, she had a huge mass of jet black pubic hair, I began to nuzzle my way up her legs when she stopped me. "Don't do that." It surprised me but I licked and teased her abdomen instead, then concentrated on her upper body. Her nipples contracted right down to tiny buttons, hard and firm. Sofia was firm everywhere, she was also hairy everywhere. Even circling her nipples was a row of fine soft hairs, black as coal. The swell of her breasts were hairless, but I noted she had fine hairs between them, down her abdomen, blending into the heavy mass of pubic hair surrounding her loins. Most of my experiences up to then were rushed and hurried, eager type lovemaking. Something different was going on here, we kissed and cuddled, explored every inch of each other's bodies. It went on so long I lost my erection, rested and it came back again, there seemed to be no need to hurry at all. Then she let me know she was ready, she reached for one of my pillows, tucked in under the back of her neck, lay back and opened her legs. I could barely discern the pink of her as she did so, I lay beside her and rolled up on top, supporting myself with my elbows. Her hand reached down and gripped me firmly, then she pressed me up against her opening. Releasing me, she spread herself with her fingers, I pressed gently and there was no resistance at all as I slid fully inside. With Sofia, each stroke was slow and measured, mercilessly slow. Every movement of our bodies were in unison, none of this wild thrashing, no struggle to stay attached. We were a perfect fit. Our orgasms were slow, too, I felt her convulse and just allowed myself to go with her, we then mashed against each other as the sensations engulfed us. Just as we were resting, basking in the glow of our union, I heard the Crow outside calling. We started laughing, we laughed so hard I was squeezed out of her. She joined me later in my best described as primitive showerstall, put in as an afterthought by someone, but functional. We dried and dressed to the screams of the little Crow outside. Holding hands, we went back downstairs, they are a bit steep so I led the way. "I wonder?" I thought. I got my eyedropper, some Cream of Wheat, we went outside and sat on the west deck. I waited, the Crow flew over and sat on the railing. I held up the eyedropper. It hopped right up on my arm, digging in for support. It's head went back, mouth opened, I fed it. We sat out there for over an hour, just watching the bird. Finally it flew off, perched on a limb a few feet away and called out. "Looks like you are a Mommy!" Sofia said, with a giggle. Then she rose to go. That made me sad. I didn't want her to go, I wanted her right here with me. "When will you come back over?" "Dan, I shouldn't, I have a boyfriend." "OH...ok..I didn't know.. But why...?" "I don't know, it just felt right." She smiled, headed off up the field. I watched her go, she got to the fence, easily hopped it. She turned and looked back, waved. I had a feeling she would be back. I could hardly wait for the grass to grow. Down on the Farm I guess you could say we were "dirt poor". Pa had a small farm near Hagersville that he had inherited from his father. It was three acres of scrubland with a barn and an old brick house. The farm was home for my sister Becky, Mom and me and of course Pa. Pa's only outside income was what he made working part-time doing odd jobs for the neighbors. Mom looked after the chickens and use the egg money to run the household. We usually had a couple of pigs we kept for butchering and a pair of dairy cattle. I had graduated from Bell Cairn School and was helping out at Ma Cowell's General Store for a few bucks a week. Mom did wonders managing the household, turning drapes she picked up at the Goodwill Store into clothes for Becky and me. We did not have much but we were happy. At eighteen I had already lost my virginity in the barn with a couple of schoolmates, Ernie Taylor and Dave White. As I passed through puberty and my body blossomed several boys wanted a roll in the hay with me. I guess I was naïve because although I was not using birth control I would let them have their way with me. Uncle Steve was Mom's brother. A thirty-something shiftless guy with a strong liking for the alcohol. Uncle Steve would visit us often usually staying for a few days. It was during one of Uncle Steve's visits that he first fucked me. Pa had gone into town with Ma to buy some vittles and Becky was at school. Uncle Steve came into my bedroom as I was still sleeping. I usually slept wearing only my panties and was awaken by Uncle Steve pulling down the covers exposing my bare breasts, "Shhhh, it's O.K.!" he said as his hand cupped my breasts. I knew by the way he was looking at my semi-naked body he had lustful intentions. "I want to fuck your sweet little body!" he grunted as his hand tunneled under my panties and his fingers forced themselves into my wet slit. We had been brought up to show respect for our elders, if Uncle Steve wanted to bed me I would allow him the use of my body. A man had never bedded me before; the others had just been inexperienced teenagers having their first times with a girl. I watched Uncle Steve getting undressed and was amazed by the size of his pecker! He was hard of course but his erection was huge, I knew it was going to stretch my young pussy. Uncle Steve climbed into my bed naked. I opened my legs as wide as I could as he mounted me. I felt him guide the head of his cock into my nest as he lowered his weight into me driving his cock into my young cunt. My youthful fuck-hole was pliable enough to allow Uncle's enormous cock to enter me fully. I felt his ball sack kiss my pussy lips as I accepted the entire length of his pecker inside of me. "Fuck me Uncle Steve!" I moaned shoving my hips up to meet his plunge. Steve grabbed my bare hips and pulled me onto his cock like a rag doll, driving his tool into me up to its hilt. "Oh you feel so good Peggy Sue! I knew you would." He said as his thick meat filled my adolescent hole. Uncle Steve comes very fast, shooting a huge load of his cream into my baby-making machine. "Suck me clean!" he orders as he lies soaking inside of me. Gladly I climbed out from under Uncle Steve and quickly take his spent cock in my mouth. Even after he has come his limp cock feels big in my mouth. My mouth moves up and down on his shaft, my lips squeegee our love juices off his prick. Uncle Steve's cum tasted strong and salty. "Did you like fucking me?" I asked my uncle when I had completed my task. "You are one hellva good piece of ass Peggy Sue!" he grinned. I was so proud having pleased Uncle Steve. "Steve says he fucked you?" Mom said. "Sure did!" I smiled. "He's got a bigger dick than your Pa." Mom said knowingly. Pa had been my first lover, taking my cherry in my own bed while Becky watched. "He said I was good!" I proudly added "Mind he don't have that no good Leroy sniffing around you!" Mom warned. Leroy Jackson was Uncle Steve's black fiend from over in Lester County. Leroy was as black as the ace of spades and the only Negro I had ever talked with. I had heard stories from other girls how black men had peckers the size of horses and how they could split a white girl wide open. I had often daydreamed what it would be like to be fucked by a black man. Sure enough a couple of days later Uncle Steve and Leroy drove up the lane on their motorbikes. Just Becky and me were home, Mom and Pa had gone over to the Lockers to look at a litter of pigs they were selling. "Hi Uncle Steve!" I said going out into the yard to greet him. It was a hot summer day and I was only wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a halter-top. "Hey Peggy Sue, Leroy and me was wondering if you wanted some more cock?" Uncle Steve asked. I looked at Leroy; he had a look of anticipation on his face, "Sure!" I smiled. "Let's go in the barn, Becky is in the house. Leroy and Uncle Steve followed me across the yard to the barn. We went into the hayloft and I went over to a pile of hay beside Pa's McCormick tractor. The guys watched as I quickly slipped my clothes off and stood proudly naked in front of them. "Golly Peggy Sue, you sure are pretty!" Leroy exclaimed. "And she's got the tightest little pussy you could imagine." Uncle Steve added. "Why don't you suck out cocks first?" Uncle Steve suggested getting his dick out. Leroy followed my uncle's lead and whipped out his hard-on. Oh my God! Leroy's cock must have been ten inches long and as thick as my arm. "How am I gonna handle that?" I thought. "C'mon Baby, start sucking these dicks." Uncle Steve ordered. Submissively I sunk to my knees in front of Uncle Steve's waving erection. Uncle Steve's cock fit in my mouth quite comfortably, it wasn't much bigger than Pa's. I sealed my lips around his dick and slid it over my tongue the way Pa liked it. Uncle Steve moaned as his cock throbbed inside my mouth. "Let me try it man!" Leroy said as I was working my uncle's cock. Uncle Steve withdrew from my mouth and Leroy's big black cockhead pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and squeezed Leroy's meat in between my lips. His cock was so thick I could hardly close my mouth at all and he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me onto him. I gagged as my mouth was suddenly filled with black cockmeat, cutting off my airway. Mercifully Leroy withdrew slightly allowing me to gasp for breath. "Don't choke he man with that big licorice stick of yours, we gotta fuck her yet!" Uncle Steve scolded hearing me choking. Leroy allowed me to take as much of him as I was able and was happy with my tongue caressing his enormous shaft. "Don't cum yet, save your cum for her pussy!" Uncle Steve told his black buddy. "Pa would shit if she had a black baby!" Up until then I had never thought about getting pregnant, never mind by a black man! Both cocks were hard and ready for me now. Uncle Steve guided me onto my back on a small mound of hay so they could use my pussy. Leroy watched stroking his cock while Uncle Steve slid his dick into my waiting cunt. Oh God it felt so good, Uncle Steve's cock stretching my young hole again. "Oh yes, fuck me! I am your dirty little bitch!" I cried as my uncle pounded my pussy with her thick hard cock. Leroy watched my face as Uncle Steve's cum flowed into me. Pulling his dripping cock out of me he offered my cum drenched hole to his buddy. Even though a rather big cock had just fucked me my cunt was not loosen enough to take Leroy's meat. "Oh no, it's too big!" I cried as Leroy tried to ram his black monster into me. "You can take it you little cunt!" Leroy said as he gave a powerful plunge. The pain was acute as my young pussy yielded to his strength and 10" of black snake was forced into me. "Oh my God!" I cried when I realized I had done the impossible. I felt like a marshmallow on the end of a stick with Leroy's big cock impaling me. I was helpless, completely at his mercy unable to escape the assault on my young fuck hole. Leroy scooped up my small ass in his big hands and held me onto his massive cock as he began to pull me on and off his shaft, by stretched pussy stroking his cock like a warm, wet hand. "Oh yes, you feel good Baby!" he moaned as 10" of thick black cock filled me. I knew the moment was quickly approaching; he was going to cum in my waiting pussy. Although I was already drenched with Uncle Steve's seed the addition of Leroy's black seed would make a potent sperm soup inside of me. I knew his was how girls got pregnant. "Don't cum in me!" I panicked. "What you mean?" Leroy said surprised. Don't shoot your jism in me!" I pleaded. I don't know if Leroy would have honored my request but I had spoken too late. I felt Leroy stiffen as he released his sperm into me. "Aaaargh!" Leroy grunted as he emptied his ball into me. Down on the Farm I have always loved animals so when Janice, a long time friend of mine, mentioned this farm called "Shady Acres" that was just outside of town would give riding lessons to anyone interested in it for a small fee. I didn't hesitate to jump on the idea of it. I already knew how to ride, thanks to the farm next door to my parents and I had always loved spending time with them. I often begged my parents to get me a horse, more so once the neighbors decided they no longer were able to handle the responsibilities of horses due to their ages. It hadn't yet happened that I got the horse of my dreams though and with me living in a small apartment in the city, I didn't think I would get my wish any time soon. I decided that the farm would be the perfect way for me to get closer to the animals I love and that I would ride out there the next day and see if what my friend had mentioned was legitimate. If nothing else, maybe I could go out there on the weekends to help others learn to love the horses as much as I do by teaching kids to ride. The next morning I put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, quickly ran a brush through my hair shoulder length blond hair and just enough make-up to make me feel human and went to the car heading for Shady Acres. I felt like a little girl again, racing to the neighbor's house in the hopes that they would tell me that today I could ride one of their horses. As I headed out of town I was beginning to think Janice had given me the wrong directions. I was three miles out of town and beyond all the farms and still had seen no mention of a horse farm that offered riding lessons. I went another two miles and had just about decided that I would have to give up the idea until I got better directions when I saw a very tiny sign almost hidden by some brush that read, "Shady Acres". My relief was immense because I had found it, but I wasn't sure that they offered the riding lessons since there was no mention of it. "Why would they be willing to give riding lessons and yet not advertise it or even clear out around the sign so people could easily find it?" I questioned myself. I turned into the driveway beginning to wonder if I really should. "Maybe Janice had the name wrong?" I thought. It was then that I saw the most amazing horse that I had ever laid eyes on. She was jet black with white socks and a white blaze down her nose. Her big brown eyes seemed to hold the mystery of the universe inside them. All hesitation at continuing up the drive left at that moment. If I succeeded at nothing else, I wanted to ride on her. I just had to hope that whoever owned the farm would understand my need to be close to horses in general and her in particular, that they would be willing to let me ride her. I pulled into a clearing and was in awe over all that I saw there. First thing that I noticed was the house, an amazing two story log cabin type house. There was a porch that went all across the front and as near as I could tell down the sides with rocking chairs scattered randomly around and little wooden tables sitting around. Each up stairs room looked to have its own set of glass doors and a balcony. I wanted so badly to see inside of the house. Next thing I saw was the stables. They looked just as glamorous as the house, done also like a log cabin would be. It had a large barn door that opened into a central walkway. There was hay scattered over the floor between the stalls. What I could see of it was all "clean" hay and I was surprised at how well taken care of the horses much be here. The last thing I saw was a man step out of one of the stalls and come toward the open barn door. He looked at me in confusion, probably because I was still in my car just looking around. I turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car. I could see his questioning look the closer I got to him and I could also see how handsome he was. His blond hair was slightly darker than mine, or maybe it was the shadow of his Stetson hat that made it appear so. He wore dark blue jeans and a button up western style shirt. His eyes were a soft brown color that I felt sure would change with his moods. "Sorry to bother you." I said when I had gotten close enough to not need to yell at him. "I heard that you gave riding lessons here?" "Hi there. Yes, I give riding lessons to some of the kids in town. Do you have a child you would like for me to teach?" Blushing slightly I said, "No Sir. Honestly, I was hoping you would let me ride?" He smiled and the little lines on each side of his eyes crinkled up, giving his face a sexy masculine appeal that I have never seen before. "You want to learn how to ride?" he asked with what I am sure was quite jokingly. "Uh, no, actually, I already know how to ride. I just had hoped that you would be willing to let me ride since you give lessons and all that. I was raised around horses and miss spending time with them. I live in the city now and there isn't much opportunity. If it means I'll be able to spend time with horses, I would also be willing to give you a hand teaching the kids. Uh, that is if you want me to." I finally finished my explanation, blushing more since to myself I sounded like a mumbling idiot. Laughing he said, "As you can tell, I don't have a load of kids here to teach. Today it's just me. No kids are coming, and I wasn't expecting company. Not sure I need the help right now, but, if you want to ride I'll be more than happy to let you. All the horses are turned out, so we will have to get one up here to saddle. By the way, I'm Trevor." "I'm Kate. I hope it isn't an inconvenience that I came since you weren't expecting anyone. I can come back another day if you want." "No you're fine. You're just an unexpected pleasure." He said with a small wink and I wondered if he was only teasing me. "I uh, I know that I've already asked enough of you, but I was wondering if I could ask of you one more thing. You see, I saw a horse when I came up the drive. She was black with white socks and the white on her nose. Do you think I could ride her?" "Of course you can. Her name is Raven. She is one of my best. Raven is very calm and doesn't get spooked by anything. She will give you a perfect ride. She is a big horse though. If you haven't ridden in a while she will make you sore. Her back is a lot wider than most." "Well it's been several years since I've ridden anything. But I think the pleasure of riding again will be worth a little pain." I stated. "Well good. I will go and get her. Feel free to look around and make yourself comfortable in the barn and get ready for one of the best rides of your life." I did as suggested, and went into the barn while he went to get Raven. I couldn't believe how neat the inside of the stables were. The one where he kept the saddles and stuff had some hay scattered around, but nothing compared to what most stables have inside them. The stalls where the horses stay had fresh hay. There wasn't the normal smell of a horse barn, instead it smelled clean. Even pictures on the wall were straight and not overly dusty. The more I looked the more I saw how much he must love his horses to take care of them so well. I even found a bathroom off the tack room and I went inside it to answer natures call before getting on a horse. I didn't want to have to stop riding later just to answer that need. Even the bathroom was pretty near spotless. I figured he must have a wife or something that came down to the stables to help him keep it all clean. I was just finishing up and coming out of the bathroom when I heard Trevor entering the barn. His boots making a soft sound on the hay in the main passageway. "You ready for her?" he asked. "Absolutely." I said again feeling like a child excited by some grand adventure. "Would you mind if I tagged along? I was just finishing up in here when you pulled in and haven't yet had my ride of the day. I could show you around a bit if you want." "That would be great. I wouldn't mind the company at all." "Good. Do you know how to saddle her up or want me to do it?" "Uh, its been a while but I think I can manage." "Great. Here's her saddle and stuff. I'll get my horse ready and then we will go." Trevor checked to make sure I had saddled her right and I liked his concern even though I knew it came from him teaching kids to ride. Of course he would want it to be safe for them. Any mistakes could be horrible. I watched while he checked to make sure all was well and my eyes were drawn to the way his shirt stretched tight over the muscles in his back. Raven was a much bigger horse than I had expected her to be, and I even needed help getting up on her back when he was finished. It wasn't that she was overly tall, but I had forgotten how difficult it was to lift yourself up like that with one foot in the stirrup. Trevor had laughed at me when I asked for assistance, the old foot in the hands routine, and I laughed along with him. The horse he had chosen to ride was almost as breath taking as Raven. We walked the horses for a while with Trevor explaining that with Raven pretty much all you needed to do to guide her is barely let the reins lay to one side or the other. To speed her up tighten my legs slightly and she will take the hint. Tug on the reins a little to slow her down. With all the explanations done, I let Trevor take the lead as he picked up the pace a little. I stayed reasonably close behind him, and must admit that I enjoyed the view. If he was good looking to stand and talk to then he was beautiful riding a horse. His body flowed with the horses movements in ways that I had could only dream of. Even when he looked back to make sure I was still with him and then picked up the pace to a run, his body still managed to move as one with the horse. I found it amazing that even with the increased speed his hat managed to stay on his head. As we heading into the woods in the back of his house, he leaned down over the horse's neck as if whispering in her ear, allowing his butt to come off the saddle slightly and my eyes were drawn to the tight denim there. I couldn't help blushing at the course my thoughts had taken. The run that we were now doing on horseback was already taking its toll on my body. The very supportive bra that I had worn for my somewhat small breasts still allowed them to bounce rather heavily and I made a mental note that if I were going to be coming here more often I definitely needed to get something that would hold me better. My legs were also feeling the strain of being spread so far apart while bouncing. Not to mention the "beating" my pussy was getting. My pants which had seemed comfortable before were pushing tight against my pussy. It pushed my pants against me harder, so that my jeans were constantly rubbing against me with every bounce of the horse. We entered into a clearing and Trevor slowed his horse down to a walk again. He yelled back to me asking if I was still "hanging in there." I said "yes.' But couldn't take my eyes off the view the clearing offered. There was a small steam which pooled into a small lake. With big oak trees that were scattered around the clearing as if placed around it by an artist to give the perfect effect. Trevor walked his horse to the stream and then hopped off coming back to wait on me to do the same. As I hopped down I felt the full impact of riding again and was thankful for the arm Trevor held out to me to steady myself with. "It's more exhilarating and more painful than I remember it being." I said blushing again trying to tug downward on my pants to relieve the pressure on my pussy without him noticing. He laughed and said, "You'll get use to it again. Don't worry. I didn't bring a blanket with me, but we can sit her until you are ready to go again." "Thanks." I said as I began walking to a nearby tree to sit under in order to get out of the sun which even seemed more brilliant here in this clearing. "It's beautiful here." "I'm glad you like it. It is one of my most favorite spots." He said sitting down on the ground a few feet from me. "I can certainly understand why. I didn't tell you earlier but you have a very beautiful house and stables too. You and your family are very lucky to have this place. How long have you been here?" "I've lived her most of my life. My parents bought it and built it the way they wanted it built. When I was grown and they were getting up there in age, they opted to move into town and I bought this place from them. One day when I get married and have a child, I'll pass it on to them." "Oh. You're not married?" I said a little too quickly for my own liking and embarrassed myself. "I um, I had figured you were married. It's a big place for just one person." He laughed and said "yeah it is. But so far I haven't found a woman who loves this place or me as much as they should to become a part of it." I could see the disappointment in his eyes and felt bad that we had broached what seemed like a bad topic of conversation. I said simply, "I know what you mean there. I've never married either." Followed by, "Thank You for letting me ride Raven, though. Just in case I forget to tell you later. She is perfect.", In an effort to get the conversation on a lighter topic. "No thanks needed. She needs someone to ride her. Some one that enjoys her." After that I'm not sure how long Trevor and I sat there talking, but by the time we left the sun had reached its highest peak and was beginning to lower itself toward the western horizon and the more we talked and the more we laughed the more I found myself drawn to him. Yes he was handsome and charming and had the perfect body, but I was also drawn to him as a person, a good ole country boy. Part of me felt that he was drawn to me as well. As the day wore on I noticed his eyes lingering longer on me. And when he went to check on the horses and came back, rather than sitting a few feet from me, he settled down right beside me. I tried to not think much of it, but I couldn't help but notice and even kind of hope for more. I assume it was about four o'clock when he asked if I was ready to go. I nodded "yes" and he stood up, put out his hand to give me a hand up. Standing wasn't easy at first, my legs were stiff from the unusual activity of riding a horse. He grinned and said "Told you she would give you a good ride." I blushed. He helped me back up onto Raven and I almost groaned in pain. Then he got up on his horse, promising to take it easy on the way back for me. I mumbled thanks, still embarrassed that he would know my discomfort. The ride back was very slow. He kept his horse at a slow walk allowing me to be comfortable. I made another mental note, this one to thank him one day for taking it easy on me. We got back to the stables and this time he helped me down off Raven. I wasn't sure if he had intended to or not but the way that he helped me down allowed my body to come against his fully, in a way that made it impossible to escape the heat or masculine smell of his body. With him standing in front of me and Raven behind me, I was unable to step back and Trevor seemed unwilling to step back himself. My five foot three frame had me looking at the buttons on his shirt so I looked up to his face. He was smiling again and asked if I was okay to stand alone. I just nodded "yes" wishing in so many ways that he would kiss me. I noticed that his brown eyes turned a warmer brown, even with the shadow of his Stetson shielding them, and I actually thought he was going to kiss me, and then he turned away and went about taking the saddle off his horse. I did the same with Raven, trying to get my head cleared of any erotic ideas that may have been brewing there. When we finished getting the horses ready he turned them out. I was busy putting up all the things we had used for them and he came over to help. We occasionally brushed elbows and had to step around one another. I kept reminding myself that any erotic thoughts were mine alone and that it was best if we hurry up and finish so that I may head home. Once finished, I said, "I guess I should head home. Thank you for the ride. It was great to be back on a horse." Trevor stepped near me, "No need for thanks. I enjoyed today as well and I hope you will return to ride again. Don't forget to stretch tonight or your legs will really hurt tomorrow. A hot bath wouldn't hurt either." "Thanks for the advice. I'll be sure to do that." I turned to leave and he grabbed my arm. I looked at him questioningly and the heat I had seen in his eyes before came back to them now. I was still trying to come up with something to say to him to let him know I wouldn't mind if he kissed me when he took matters into his own hands and pulled me toward him. His mouth met mine in a soft caress quickly growing firmer and forcing my mouth to open to accept his tongue. Trevor's tongue plundered my mouth completely, leaving me breathless and trembling. Then he broke the kiss. It had begun and ended so abruptly that I wasn't sure what he wanted from me. I could tell that he wasn't sure if I wanted it or not and he wasn't sure how I would respond if he just went for it. Maybe it was the exhilaration of riding the horse or maybe it was the fact that my jeans had been rubbing my pussy with every movement of the horse, maybe it was just the man himself but I felt bold. I wanted him to continue kissing me like he had just done. I wanted him to put me down on the floor of his tack room and put his cock inside me. In an effort to show him what I wanted, I leaned into him and kissed him. This time pushing my tongue into his mouth and discovering all the secrets within. His reaction was instant; he pulled me into his arms and held me so tightly that I marveled over his strength as well as my ability to still be able to breathe. Even though he was taller than I am we seemed to fit perfectly and when I moved my body more firmly against his I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach and I sighed into his mouth. I will never be sure how long our tongues battled back and forth, though in one way it seemed like entirely too long and in another it seemed like not enough. He was the one to once again break the kiss but this time rather than acting as though he wasn't sure he only broke it long enough to pull my tee shirt over my head and to help me unbutton his own shirt. He kissed me again, just as thoroughly as the time before with added bonus of my hands being able to explore his naked chest moments before he began to lower us both to the floor. He asked if I wanted a blanket to lay on once he had me lowered and I shook my head "no", not wanting anything to interrupt this moment. I sat up slightly to kiss him again, unable to get enough and felt his hands working the clasp on my bra. Trevor urged me to lay further back and then slid my bra down my arms and tossed it over to the side. He then left off from kissing my mouth and kissed a trail across my cheek and down the side of my neck, biting lightly and then soothing with his tongue. His lips trailed down further to my breasts and while he nipped and suckled on each nipple his hand was teasing and pinching the one his mouth couldn't reach at the time. I was about ready to beg him to hurry when he began kissing a trail down my stomach and stole my breath away. I felt his fingers on the snap of my jeans and felt the zipper lowering. He sat back onto his knees and I raised my hips when his hands began to tug on the waist band in an effort to help him. In one swift motion he pulled both my jeans my panties down to my knees. Then he worked more slowly pulling them the rest of the way off; kissing each inch of my legs as they were revealed to him. He stopped only long enough to pull my shoes off. Down on the Farm Then he began kissing his way back up my legs, running his tongue up and then seeming to dry it with his kisses. I was panting with need and trying to urge him to hurry but he didn't seem to be in the mood to rush. The closer he got to my nearly hairless pussy the more I trembled in need but it was still a shock when I felt his tongue touch upon my swollen clit and my body responding by arching itself up to meet his tongue. I felt his chuckle more than heard it in the air that he blew against my wetness before his tongue went to work on me, circling around my clit only occasionally making more firm contact with it. He stayed there teasing me until I wanted to cry out and beg for the release that was so near and then he began steadily working his tongue back and forth just above my clit. It felt so good that with in seconds I was crying out my release even as my body jerked and arched up against his mouth demanding more. When the climax had finally left me shivering and begging him stop for just a minute he worked his way back up to kiss me on the mouth. I'm not sure when he removed his pants but I felt his bare knees coming to rest between my legs and I felt his swollen shaft bump against my pussy as if looking for entrance. Even though the orgasm so recently experienced had taken care of my need, feeling him there between my legs had my body opening up as if offering itself to him. I kissed him back just as passionately as he kissed me, our tongues dueling to gain entrance into each others mouth and all the while I attempted to use my arms around him as leverage to either pull him closer to me or to pull myself up to meet him. Trevor finally relented and lowered himself to me but then he rolled to the side pulling me with him and then further so that I was sitting on top of him. "I hope you're not too sore for this. It will be easier on you to ride me with no blanket here under you." He said and I was touched by his concern. I noticed his Stetson hat sitting beside us and said "I'll be fine. I've always enjoyed a good ride." I said smiling at my own small joke even as I reached down and took his cock into my hand and lowered myself down onto it. Feeling his cock inside me almost made me ready to cum again. His cock just seemed to touch places that no one before him had touched, and it felt better than anything I could have imagined. As if sensing my enjoyment of his cock being inside me, Trevor let me set the pace. I would alternate between just rocking back and forth and pushing myself up and down. No matter what I did, his cock just felt so perfect inside me, seemed to fit better than any other before it and soon I became impatient for another release. I assume that he was also growing impatient of my playing around because he used his hands to kind of push me up and down by putting his hands under my ass to kind of push me and let me know when to come down by moving his hands away. He lifted up his head as if to watch himself penetrate me and it made me hotter knowing that he did so and I closed my eyes in pleasure. When that failed to move me as he wanted he reached up and put his hands on my hips and guided me. Pushing me up and down on his cock repeatedly and making it so that with each downward thrust my clit made contact with him. Soon I was crying out his name as another wave of pleasure washed over me and left my pussy contracting around his cock. He also cried out in release and I felt his cum shooting deeply inside my body. "Later we will discuss how he shouldn't have cum inside me", I thought but at that moment it just felt too good to worry about it and his cum shooting into my womb sent another little tremor through me. It was only when we were getting dressed that I noticed that his pants hadn't been completely removed and I found it kind of funny to see this country boy with his pants around his ankles. I said as much as well and he laughed with me. Trevor invited me to stay the night with him but due to plans to meet with my parents for dinner I had to say no but promised that I would call him tomorrow and try to come out again with in the next couple days. I was heading toward my car when he called out, "Any time you want a good ride, just come by." And I laughed at the intended pun. Down on the Farm! PROLOGUE This is an inspiring, but little-known story! It's from the early life of one of the great Victorian philanthropists, Sir Roland Butt. Our hero was just plain Roland Butt when these events took place. But he never forgot the experience we're about to relate. In 1855 Butt's Farm was a fairly big fruit and livestock farm in Kent. The farm was just north of Pratt's Bottom and due south of Elmers End. (Really! Look it up on any map of Kent.) Its young landlord, Roland Butt, had acquired the farm on the death of his father. In August that year Roland came down from London to survey the property. His young University pal, Freddie Haunch, was with him. The Kentish workforce had been severely depleted in 1855. Most able-bodied men had been conscripted into the Army for the Crimean War. So the farming was done by a team of about twenty 'land girls', under the supervision of the tenant-farmer, Mr Cobblestones. Roland and Freddie were new to farm life, and were entranced by the whole set up. It helped that 1855 was such a glorious summer. The two young men spent their whole time out of doors. They wandered through the fields, lounged by the river, and chatted to Farmer Cobblestones. And watched the girls go by! What a bevy of healthy, good looking country women! Owing to the heat, they were quite scantily clad (by Victorian standards). Friendly and courteous. Utterly charming!! As a respectable married man, Roland had to rein himself in a bit. But Freddie was like a boy in a sweet shop. It was one dashed fine-looking woman after another! And they were all so obliging and respectful. At 21, Freddie was still a virgin. But maybe that sad state of affairs could change in this delightful spot....? After the young men had been on the farm a couple of days, Roland's young wife joined them. To the casual observer, Edith Butt just seemed like a beautiful and lively young woman. But Edith Butt was later to become one of the Victorian era's most formidable advocates of social reform. And even in her youth, there was a questioning, challenging side to Edith. Butt's Farm would be Edith's first experience of the rural economy. She was keenly interested to see how it operated. So Edith started to explore the farm, and get out among the farm workers. Coming from a fairly sheltered upper-class background, Edith found it a real eye opener. Accordingly, a couple of days later she sought out her husband for a long talk. "Roland" Edith said, "do you plan to make any changes at the farm?" "I don't think so, darling" her husband replied. "It's quite profitable, you know, and Farmer Cobblestones is very efficient." "Efficient?" Edith said. "That man is nothing but a slave driver!" "Well, I don't know, dear" Roland responded. "The girls all seem happy enough." "Of course they're going to be polite and friendly to YOU. You're the big boss. But have you and Freddie really talked to them? Or are you just happy to ogle the pretty ones?" "Darling, you're jealous!" (Watch it, Roland! Not a clever thing to say to one's wife!) "I AM NOT JEALOUS!! "Do you two have the faintest idea what those poor women are going through, while you're leering at them? They work from dawn till dusk, which at this time of year is 5am to 9pm. 6 days a week. No holidays. All weathers. Half an hour break for lunch (which they have to provide themselves). "No protective clothing. No toilets. No equipment to help them do the slightest thing. And they even have to wait at table in the evening, if the great Lord of Butt's Farm wants to have a banquet. (Like you did last night, when your pal Freddie was drooling like an ass over the waitresses' décolleté.) "And don't talk to me about Cobblestones' 'efficiency' either. He could make life easier for the women in all sorts of little ways, but he never does." Roland had really walked into that one, hadn't he, readers? To his credit, the young man didn't try to defend himself, but he did speak up for Farmer Cobblestones. "I'm sorry, darling. Maybe I should have been taking more notice. Perhaps Cobblestones is a bit harsh, but he drives himself very hard, you know. Mrs Cobblestones passed away a couple of years ago, and his only son has been called up for the Army. The poor chap lives for his work now -- he's got nothing else." Seeing her advantage, though, Edith pressed it home. "Listen, Roland, dear, you've got obligations to these people. And you must set Cobblestones a better example. Look, why don't you, Freddie and Cobblestones put in a day on the farm yourselves? And give the women the day off. They can watch you working on the land." "I say, Edith, that's a topping idea!" said Roland. "I'll learn all sorts of stuff. And I'm sure Freddie will be game. And if the girls want to leer at me and Fred and old Cobblers for a change, they'll be very welcome to watch, ha! ha! Mind you, I don't like the idea of this 5am start, eh what?" "No, dearest", said Edith. "Let's make it 9am, so you can be fully breakfasted and ready for anything. After all, you might find yourselves a bit exposed!" she added, rather mysteriously. And then she muttered to herself "JEALOUS, am I? We'll see about that!" FUN ON THE FARM! The next Saturday was the appointed day. It dawned hot and sunny. What a lovely day to be down on the farm! Roland, Freddie and Mr Cobblestones breakfasted heartily. Roland and Freddie were looking forward to an exciting new experience, but Mr Cobblestones was more cautious. "I don't think this is wise, Mr Butt", the farmer muttered uneasily. "Give these women an inch...." "Nonsense, Cobblestones", said Roland. "It'll be fun. And look how keen the women are! They're all waiting outside for us." Indeed, every single one of the farm women was there. (Even though they'd been given the day off.) Edith had had a long chat with the women the day before, and they'd all immediately signed up to help out today. Such splendid team spirit! Edith was waiting for them. She looked cool and lovely in a floaty summer dress and hat. She greeted the three men very cordially. But also with an air of suppressed excitement. In fact the whole atmosphere was somehow quite electric. "Right, gentlemen" said Edith. "You're now under orders for the day. Agreed?" "Yes, dear. Whatever you say! Strict discipline, ha ha!" "Good! First of all, those fine clothes will never do. Get changed. Any protective clothes can be found over there." And she pointed the way. So the three men went off to get changed. They were directed to a lean-to behind the cowshed. It was basically a small square wooden room, standing on the bare earth. It had no ceiling and was effectively three walls of wooden planking. (The fourth wall being the back of the cowshed.) Still, the walls were high enough to be private, and so the men stripped off. Once they were completely undressed, they hung all their clothes and boots on the wall. , The three naked men then looked around for their farm overalls. Nothing to be seen. "I say, Roland!" asked Freddie. "Edith did mention 'protective clothing' didn't she?" There was a stifled giggle from outside. Roland suddenly had a sick feeling. It started in his stomach, and then travelled down to his very bollocks. "No," Roland spluttered. "She said 'ANY protective clothing', Freddie. Which means 'IF there is any, it might be in there'. And we don't actually supply protective clothing, do we, Cobblestones?" "No, sir, I think Mrs Butt is trying to prove a point of some kind." "QUICKLY, men! Let's get our clothes back on again!" But then the matter was suddenly taken out of their hands! CRASH!! The three walls collapsed outwards. (They'd only been propped against each other.) The wall with the clothes pegs on was now lying on the ground, with our heroes' clothes strewn on top. SCOOP!! The clothes were gathered up with suspicious speed by unknown hands and suddenly disappeared. DAMN AND BLAST!! Roland, Freddie and Farmer Cobblestones were left stunned, staggered and bewildered. And totally nude! As 'luck' would have it, every woman on the farm just happened to be standing around, just as the walls collapsed. So the three men were completely exposed, in all their horrified, full-frontal hunkiness. What a great situation! Sorry, I mean, how very unfortunate. Let's just take stock of what the farm women saw. Quite a range of male talent! One blond, one dark and one shaven head. Three different builds, but all pretty fit. Skin ranging from white and smooth, to brown and weatherbeaten. Smooth chests and hairy chests. So something there for every taste! But with a few common features. Namely, three gasping, gulping, astonished faces. Three large male bodies, with all sorts of rippling, trembling, fleshy bits to look at. And three juicy cocks exposed suddenly to the light. Edith quickly seized the initiative. She wiped the smile off her face, stepped forward and greeted the naked men. "Ah there you are, gentlemen! Err... stripped for action, I see! Well, it certainly is a warm day, so I can see your...errr....point. In fact, I can see every point you've got! Ladies, I take it you have no objection to the gentlemen's...errr...costume?" "Oh no, ma'am!" they all said, looking as if butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. "Good! Well in that case, gentlemen, we'll lock your clothes securely away, and re-issue them to you at the end of the day. Depending on your performance, of course! We are all driven by performance on Butt's Farm, aren't we, Mr Cobblestones?" Cobblestones was beyond words. "So, gentlemen", said Edith, not wishing to give them any time to think. "You have a busy day ahead of you. You must not...errr...droop before the challenge! But never mind, the farm ladies will be with you every step of the way." (The men's shoulders slumped at that!) "And the ladies will help to...errr....stiffen your resolve. Now let's look as if we mean business! Shoulders back! Chests out! Chins up! And perk those buttocks!" Edith walked round the three naked men as if they were on parade, and slapped their bottoms encouragingly. So how did the men shape up? Let's take Roland first. The young master of Butt's Farm didn't feel very masterful right now. Which was a shame, because he looked absolutely great naked -- everybody thought so! In later life, Roland Butt became quite fat. But as a young man, all the fat was still muscle and brawn. Six feet four inches tall with a 44-inch barrel chest, massive shoulders and wrestler's physique. Roland had thick black hair -- wavy on his head, and curly round his private parts. Being a town gentleman, his body was white all over. But it was chunky, hunky and knobbly in all the right places. From the rear, you could see that everything came together in Roland's backside, which was big and beefy and seemed to give him plenty of thrust. But let's not beat about the...errr...bush! Let's get a good look at Roland's front. Roland's cock was lying limp at the moment, but it was very thick, dangled down well below his balls, and had an impressive knob end. The more experienced farm ladies reckoned it could be nearly a foot long when Roland was really in the mood! It would be interesting to see how Roland compared with Beanstalk, the farm bull. Yes, the farm women really licked their lips over Roland. Mouth-watering rump steak. Yummy!! Then there was Freddie, who everyone thought was really cute! Freddie's pink-cheeked embarrassment, floppy fair hair, and appealing blue eyes got the ladies feeling motherly. But then, as they looked further down his body, their motherly feelings got a bit less pure. At first sight, Freddie was just a tall, skinny kid. Take a closer look, though, and you saw the long muscular thighs of the distance runner. The lean plates of muscle covering his back, ribs and shoulders, which you got from rowing. For Freddie had been a double Cambridge Blue in rowing and running. Those two excellent sports both gave you a great arse. And sure enough, Freddie's bum was very full and nicely firm. So far, so good. But what really got the women breathing hard was Freddie's simply outstanding cock and balls! It wasn't that they were big. It's just that they were prominent. You'd have to be blind to miss them! Freddie was blessed with high, flaring buttocks, slightly bandy thighs, two big bollocks and a scrotum like a string bag. The term 'plain as the balls on a dog' sprang to mind. Whether you were in front of Freddie or behind him, there were his balls in plain view -- large, succulent and seemingly on springs. Freddie's penis was another marvel of Nature. It wasn't a monster like Roland's, but it was big and tasty. And how it stuck out! Springing out from right on top of Freddie's balls, his cock hung at 45 degrees to the ground, rather than burrowing between the thighs. So it was just always there, and 'in your face'! Swinging backwards and forwards as Freddie walked, his dick was more like a baby elephant's trunk. You're really scrumptious, Freddie, old cock! Farmer Cobblestones was older than Roland and Freddie, and maybe not so juicy. But you'll be glad to hear that he still got plenty of attention! In fact, some of the more mature ladies were really smacking their lips over the naked farmer. For the good farmer stood there, fully revealed as a very fit guy in his 40's. Cobblestones had a hard lean body, which showed all the signs of vigorous exercise on the land. Nice meaty backside and long thin cock, which swayed promisingly in the breeze. So it's nice to see the older ones getting a bit of attention, isn't it? Although, I'd have to say that it wasn't quite such loving attention being given to the farmer. The ladies were positively beaming at Roland and Freddie, who did look very sweet and boyish. Blushing, tender and confused. But with great potential! The looks coming the farmer's way were a bit more stern. The general mood was that the farm ladies would play nicely with Roland and Freddie, but deal more 'briskly' with the farmer. Especially those strong, vigorous country women who might have a score to settle. Naked, Farmer Cobblestones? Yes. Attractive? Yes. Vulnerable? Very much so! Sensing this, Farmer Cobblestone's cock shrivelled, and his balls dangled forlornly in their sack. Ignoring these undercurrents, Edith chatted away happily. "So the first thing to consider, gentlemen, is Numbering. Mr Butt and Farmer Cobblestones require all farm workers to be numbered. It's needed for control. "Now we pin a number on the dresses of the women farm workers. But we can't do that in your case, because (hee! hee!) you haven't got any clothes on!" "I know!" shouted a voice from the back. "Brand them!" Ouch! How the naked men winced at that! Farmer Cobblestones went pale under his tan; his shoulders slumped; and his cock sagged. He trembled from head to toe (and all bits in between). Buck up, man! Roland's knees knocked together, and his heart pounded. The women were fascinated to see that these movements above and below made Roland's bare bum wobble piteously. Diddums! And everyone noticed that Freddie, the youngest of the trio, had a reflex action when in distress. He bit his thumb, and with his other hand fumbled at his private parts. You only got the full effect of this when Freddie was in the nude, of course. As they watched Freddie's cock stiffen and then flop down again, the women found this quite charming. "No, ladies, branding won't do", said Edith, much to the men's relief. "We'll mark them with smit instead." [NB: 'Smit' was made out of a thick grease, coloured with haematite, a reddish mineral. In those days sheep were marked with daubs of smit.] "Left buttock, I think! Bend over this trestle, gentlemen, and legs apart." And so the farm women were presented with three lean, twitching, white male backsides. They hardly knew where to start! Anyway, a '1' was painted very slowly and carefully on Roland's bare arse cheek. A '2' was painted on Freddie's and a '3' on Farmer Cobblestones'. Roland and Freddie being quite popular, they got off fairly lightly. Under the pretext of lining up the bottoms carefully for the great artwork, the farm women gave the two naked men some great sexy pinches and rubs. Very nice! Only problem was that our heroes were most embarrassed when they were released, and got 'stiffly' back to their feet. There was much giggling, and talk about having a game of quoits, as Roland and Freddie stood 'to attention'. Poor Farmer Cobblestones wasn't so fortunate! As soon as he bent over, Molly Smith grabbed his balls from behind. "One false move and I squeeze!" Molly hissed. Naked, defenceless and terrified, the farmer nearly wet himself! He strained every muscle to be a good boy and stay still. Sweat poured down his bare body, into his arse-crack and matting his pubes. He went cross-eyed with concentration. But finally, the work was done. So Farmer Cobblestones was released at last, with a merry slap on the behind. And a playful little squeeze of the goolies -- just for fun. Which did make him squeal! Anyway, Labourers 1, 2 and 3 were now ready. Purple-faced with embarrassment; stark bollock naked; and numbered by the rear. Ready for anything! "Right, gentlemen" said Edith. "Here are your orders for the day. Numbers 1 and 2 to the orchard, under my personal direction. And Number 3....to the pig sty! Under the strict supervision of Mary O'Brien, Molly Smith and Kate Garner." THE FARMER'S TALE Farmer Cobblestones groaned. He might have known it. The muckiest job on the whole farm. Something he'd taken great pleasure in allotting to his most rebellious workers -- who happened to be Mary, Molly and Kate! So off trudged the poor nude farmer. With his three lovely supervisors. Molly, Mary and Katie were absolutely delighted to be in charge of Farmer Cobblestones for the day! As three of the more mature farm workers, they took quite a lively interest in the Older Man. Mary in particular had been widowed for several years, and was very much on the look out for talent. And their mouths positively watered as they looked 'Labourer No 3' up and down. He really did look very firm and delicious. Not a pretty-boy body, mind. A fit, strong working anatomy, and my God he was going to work today! Nice long sinewy thighs, flaring up to slim muscular flanks. Buttocks flexing to and fro! Juicy penis dangling! And two hairy meatballs there, which seemed to be trembling a little (maybe with good reason!) The walk to the pigsty was about half a mile. 'Labourer No 3' occasionally hopped and winced, as his exposed feet hit a stone. But Mary, Molly and Kate were always on hand to spur him on with an encouraging slap on the bare backside. At one point they had to climb over a stile. Molly went over first. The farmer was next, with Kate behind him. Over came the farmer's left leg. So the naked man was now gingerly straddling the stile. With a wink to Kate, Molly called out "Oh, do be careful, No 3!" Molly 'helpfully' grabbed his left ankle; Kate grabbed his right; they pulled his legs apart in their 'panic' and.... CRASH!! AAARRGGHHH!!! YAROOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!!!!! And two tender bollocks hit a solid plank of wood very hard indeed. 'Labourer No 3' staggered off the stile, positively DANCING with rage and pain. He clawed at his poor swollen plums, chest heaving, and buttocks tensing and expanding in a most fascinating way. The spectacle brought tears to the eyes of the three women. But I'm sorry to say they were tears of lewd laughter, not of compassion. "Oh, you poor man!" said Molly, the hypocrite. "Let us help!" And with that the three women surrounded the naked wretch, and started stroking, kneading and rubbing his private parts. Down on the Farm! They knew exactly what they were doing, the wicked women! And sure enough, by the time they'd finished, Farmer Cobblestones had the most enormous erection. He just couldn't help it! So their boss was taken down yet another peg. There he stood, throbbingly and embarrassingly naked. His balls were still tingling. And there was now a great stiff cock sprouting obscenely up out of his short 'n curlies. "Ugh, Farmer Cobblestones, you should be ashamed of yourself!" said Kate. "Just you wait until I tell Mrs Butt." Anyway, they were now getting near the pigsty. So this was where the fun really began! The pigsty was basically a shed where the pigs could shelter, with a walled-in open area. Here the pigs could snuffle and eat and do other piggy things. The walls didn't need to be very high, and so the farm workers got in and out of the sty by scrambling over the wall. "Right now, No 3" said Molly. "We've lost time because of your disgusting behaviour." And she showed her displeasure by applying a stinging blow to the nude victim's fleshy, bare ass. "Oh look how it ripples, girls!" Molly said, giving Cobblestones' bottom another smack for luck. "Now where was I?" Molly said, slapping the farmer's naked buttocks again. "Ah yes!" she said, dishing out a final good spanking to the cowering nude rump. "This is quite addictive, isn't it, but I remember now....We're behind time, that's what I was talking about. So hurry up, No 3, leap over the wall and get to work. Go on, man, take a run up!" Molly showed every sign of lining up another hearty bottom-whack, so off sped 'Labourer No 3' towards the pigsty. Kate and Mary were leaning against the wall, waiting for him. The farmer felt like a complete fool, running towards the pigsty in the buff! His erect penis slapped noisily against his muscular belly. The women laughed and pointed at him, as he approached. He was all too conscious of his balls bouncing in their sack, and his sore bottom wobbling. Farmer Cobblestones hurdled the wall at the only available gap. Mary and Kate were leaning against the part of the wall nearest the pig shelter. This just left the far corner free for the farmer's great nude leap. It was almost as if Mary and Kate were encouraging the farmer to vault that particular bit of the wall. Cobblestones reached the highest part of his leap, just past Kate's left shoulder. What a fine, manly sight he made! Imagine the naked, muscular athlete; left leg flung forward; right leg back. Buttocks tensed. Arms whirling to get propulsion. Great thick stonker pointing embarrassingly UP. Balls hanging down like two little cherries. Quite exhilarating, really. At this great moment, the farmer looked down. He saw two very unwelcome things. One nasty sight was in the sty itself. Contrary to popular belief, pigs are very clean animals. They don't just wallow in their own poo. They do their business neatly, in a little corner of the sty. Unfortunately, it was that particular corner that 'Labourer No 3' was heading for! And what was the second unpleasant thing which our naked victim saw as he glanced down? It was a thin, whippy little cane. The cane had suddenly appeared in Kate's hand. And up it came! Between his spread legs, and straight into his tender and exposed cobblers!! SWISH!! CRACK!! OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! GAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! And then, as he fell......... SPLOSH!!! POOO!!! So picture the scene once the dust settled. There was Farmer Joshua Cobblestones, naked and on all fours. He was up to his thighs and elbows in pig poo. His bollocks were throbbing, and there was an over-friendly pig nuzzling his arsehole. The mocking laughter of his loyal staff was ringing in his ears. The farmer had to admit that this was probably the low point of his agrarian career. The naked dupe tottered to his feet, scraping the pig shit out of his pubic hair. He wearily put one stinking foot on top of the wall. Then the other, and he clambered on to the wall. Then.... WHOOSHH!! SPLOOOSSHHH!! AGGGHHHH!!!!!**!!! A bucketful of freezing cold water sloshed into his face. Another bucketful drenched his middle regions, making his cock shudder, and bringing the goose-pimples up on his scrotum. And he toppled off the wall, on to his arse in the pig shit again. Slowly, painfully, the crestfallen nude man crawled back over the wall. He stood there miserably in the sunshine, while the laughing women refilled their buckets in the river. He was past caring! It was almost a relief when they gleefully emptied the buckets over him. The water cascaded on to his grimacing face; over his broad shoulders and chest; made a playful little channel down between his pecs and six pack; into his pubic valley; and spouted off his cock. The naked stooge clambered back into the pigsty, helped on his way by a merry slap on his bare behind. And he started feeding the pigs. Molly and Kate had a good laugh, but Mary felt a bit subdued. In fact, Mary became more and more quiet as the morning wore on. The poor farmer got into some preposterous naked positions, as he scrambled around after the pigs. His lean, juicy buns twinkled in the sunshine, and his cock and balls were snuffled by every pig in the sty. Every so often, he got so muddy that the ladies simply had to hose him down! But he doggedly kept going. Mary thought: "Fair play to the old Cobbler. He's a real worker!" And then, as she savoured afresh 'No 3's' lean sinewy legs and sturdy ass, Mary said to herself: "Mmmm!!! I'd love to have him working like that in my garden. He'd look really nice scattering his seed!" After a while, Kate and Molly drifted off, leaving Mary in charge. By now it was about midday. So Mary gave the farmer a playful pinch on the butt and said "Lunch time!" Now poor Farmer Cobblestones had become so demoralised during his naked ordeal that he hardly registered this. He was starving hungry, but what of it? His nude hell in the mud and the sunshine would surely never end. The farmer had had a simply awful morning. He'd had pigs licking his balls. He'd been ordered to crawl around in the muck on all fours, with his legs apart and his bollocks swinging. He'd got his cock stuck in the handle of the swill bucket (ouch!). He'd been forced to compete in a 'Beautiful Bum' contest with the farm sows. ("Waggle your bottom more, Number 3!") Cobblestones been 'showered' regularly. And several times Kate had taken him on one side and urged him to "buck up your ideas, man". (Kate's clinching argument in these 'pep talks' always involved her cane and the naked man's quivering bollocks -- "Come on, Number 3, cheer up!" Swish!! Owwww!!!) 'Lunch' to the downtrodden nude slave would probably involve getting a shepherd's pie in the face. Followed by dessert of a banana up the arse. So the farmer was quite surprised when Mary produced a nice picnic, which they ate under a tree by the river. Cobblestones ate hungrily, feeling better by the minute. His fair companion watched him thoughtfully. It was a very hot day. So no doubt that was why Mary had discarded her whalebone corset earlier on. And why she then had to quietly undo some buttons on her blouse. When she leaned forward to pour the farmer a drink, it caused quite an interesting ripple in Mary's bosom. Which caused quite an interesting stirring in the farmer's cock! It's nice to see exactly how you're going down with a man! And Mary was most impressed with Cobblestones' power of recovery, considering what a bruising morning his tackle had had. "Feed him well and he'll be up all night!" she said to herself. "What a hot, sticky day!" Mary said, taking off her boots and stockings. "Mmmm, that river looks cool and nice!" she commented, removing her skirt and blouse. Clad in just her petticoat, Mary smiled invitingly at Farmer Cobblestones. He was paying very close attention! "Now the lace on this petticoat is from my grandmother's wedding dress. I don't want to get it dirty when I take it off and go for a swim....Oh thank you, Mr Cobblestones, yes, I could hang it up on THAT!" And, taking off her petticoat, the lovely, naked woman grabbed the farmer's cock. "Actually," Mary said, "I can find better things to do with this than hang clothes on it!" "Yes," replied the gallant farmer. "I can find better things for you to do than swim in the river!" And so they fucked merrily under the tree. And then the farmer finished his lunch, by licking out Mary's cunt. And then Cobblestones chivalrously carried Mary to her nearby cottage, impaled on his cock. By which time he was ready to fuck her on the sitting room floor. And then Mary remembered she'd not had any lunch. So she staggered upstairs. (Mary was a bit bow-legged by now.) She led the farmer by his penis, because she didn't want him losing his way in this strange house! And Mary laid the farmer down on her big bed, and she slurped and gobbled at his cock. And then he fucked her again. You get the drift? Ain't love grand! ROLAND AND FREDDIE Meanwhile, Roland and Freddie were feeling like a couple of absolute plonkers. If you recall, they'd been sent to the orchard. Bless them, they weren't bad lads, and the orchard was generally seen as an easy option. In August there really wasn't much to do in the orchard. Plus, you were protected from rain and the heat of the sun by the lovely canopy of trees. Edith had selected this, not as a punishment, but as a highly educational experience for the two young men. With Lesson One being about Respect. Now Edith didn't care for the way that the young men treated the farm women. She knew they didn't mean any harm, but it wasn't right. All this ogling and leering. Men shouldn't be like that around women. Unless the women could do it back of course! Also there were the obvious class issues here. Bosses and workers, etc. So Edith wanted to show Freddie and Roland what it was like being on the receiving end. But she knew the experiment would fail if the women kept thinking of the men as their bosses. "Alright", Edith admitted to herself, "alright! I don't want to conduct a sociological experiment here. I just want to have a load of fun!!" So, with this in mind, Edith had urged the farm women the day before to think of the men as their playthings, not as their lords and masters. The women had listened dutifully to Edith, though secretly they'd had doubts. But those doubts were all removed, within one micro-second of seeing Roland Butt and Freddie Haunch in the nude! It was the old, old story. What a great ice-breaker it is when a good-looking member of the opposite sex takes off all their clothes! So there wasn't the slightest trouble about 'atmosphere'. As they set off for the orchard, everyone was in a boisterous mood. Well, everyone, bar two, of course! Our two shy and naked young pets suffered every kind of indignity. On the way to the orchard, their bottoms were prodded and pinched. Their testicles were tickled and teased. Their cocks were rubbed, yanked, slapped and licked. Once they arrived, Edith set Freddie and Roland to work in jobs like sweeping and chopping. These tasks showed off bulging biceps and nude backsides to great effect. The women encouraged them with cheers and whistles and filthy suggestions. Roland and Freddie felt like two naked clowns in a very lewd circus! In their different ways, though, the men responded very well. Or rather, their bodies did! We've already described Freddie's 'comfort wanking', when he was feeling stressed. The women quickly learned about this, and made sure that Freddie was constantly kept 'up to the mark'. Roland's situation was a bit different, but he also showed excellent results from Edith's experiment. Like many well brought-up Victorian gents, Roland's attitude to sex was a bit conflicted. One of Roland's little peculiarities was that he loved women talking dirty. And the trouble was that the women in Roland's circle were hardly encouraged to do this. Edith knew of Roland's little fetish, but she didn't know any rude words! But Edith had certainly learnt a few, by the time the farm women had finished with Roland. For they made all sorts of interesting offers to Roland. Roland found himself invited to various ladies' homes for a fuck, for a screw, for some rumpy-pumpy, for a poke, a roger or a shag. Or, to save time, why not just have a knee-trembler against the tree, Mr Butt? And when Roland didn't respond, the women expressed lady-like disappointment. And suggested that maybe he preferred to wank himself, to toss off, frig, spank the monkey, beat the bishop, or jerk off? Or perhaps he was after a game of sticky biscuit with Mr Haunch, the dirty bugger. So the two nude labourers passed the morning with burning cheeks and great stiff cocks. Until it was time for the next lesson... Lesson Two was about toilets. You'll remember that one of the first points Edith had made to Roland was about toilet facilities (or lack of them). Now Edith had ensured that Roland and Freddie got plenty of water as they worked. Very necessary to avoid dehydration. But this also served another purpose... Which started to come through after about an hour. The fun started when Roland beckoned Edith over and whispered something in her ear. Edith replied very audibly: "No, Roland! NO TOILET BREAKS!" This little exchange got all the women roaring with laughter! And it made Roland and Freddie blush -- all over! (Which triggered off a loud and coarse discussion about which was the pinkest? The cheeks on the men's faces? Or the cheeks on their arses?) Anyway, the two naked men started to get agitated. They hopped from foot to foot. They scrabbled at their cocks. They jumped on the spot. They crouched down in a foetal position. They bounded to their feet again, clutching their buttocks frantically and thrusting their crotches forward. They doubled up, waggling their bottoms. All very entertaining, and it certainly made their balls thrash around. But it did nothing to relieve their desperate, nude plight. As we've noted already, Freddie always behaved quite obsessively when distressed. He did so this time, with the usual results. A terribly red and angry hard on! Poor Freddie's knob end was positively BURSTING out of its foreskin. Ooh, dear, that needed attention! Edith called out: "Stop making such an exhibition of yourselves, gentlemen! The ladies don't know where to look!" (Not strictly true, as everyone knew exactly where to look. All the women -- including Edith -- had their eyes popping out. They were alternating between laughter and drivelling lust, and were starting to get more than a little moist in the bloomers.) "Roland, do you now see how necessary toilet facilities are on a modern farm?" "Yes, dear, oh, please help!" "Very well, gentlemen, I have delegated toilet decisions to Miss Susan Collins. Please refer to her." Susan had been waiting for this all day! Swaying with laughter, she gave the frantic nude men their orders.... Which led to the Right Honourables Roland Butt and Frederick Haunch crawling naked on their hands and knees to a giggling little Kentish farm girl. On reaching Susan, the two desperate men grovelled before her with their big white bottoms sticking out. Putting their hands together, the cringing nude men implored Susan:- "Anchor, banker, spanker, flanker I know that I'm a total wanker But can I be excused please, miss My dick's a-trembling and I must piss" Once Susan was satisfied with this doggerel, she graciously allowed Roland and Freddie to scurry off behind a tree. Ah, the RELIEF!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the relief didn't last long. As our two heroes emerged, still waggling the drips off their cocks, they had a rude shock. SPLOSSHHH!! It seemed as if they'd walked into a freezing cold waterfall. A dozen women had been lying in wait behind the tree with buckets of water. Which they emptied over Roland and Freddie. The naked men screamed and staggered and clutched their balls in panic. "Edith! What the dickens...!" exclaimed Roland, with as much dignity as he could muster. (How much 'dignity' was that, you may ask? Well...errr...none. After all, Roland was drenched and stark naked. He was shivering and cringing. His wet hair was plastered to his face and private parts. His scrotum was all puckered up. His dong was sticking up at a strange and embarrassing angle. His goose-pimpled buttocks were positively squelching. And twenty women were howling with laughter at him.) "Hygiene, Roland! Don't forget that we're handling food here. Washing facilities are vital, do you not agree?" "Yes Edith" (shiver shiver) So Lesson Two ended with our two heroes still helplessly bollock-naked, but a lot wiser about modern farming. Lesson Three was a good one! It was about farm equipment. The work in the orchard had so far involved hacking up some dead trees for firewood and tidying the place up. Edith now clapped her hands and said: "New task, gentlemen! Check for apples." "But there won't be any apples at this time of year, ma'am", said Kathy Jackson. But Susan Collins kicked Kathy, and told her to shut up. "Up the trees!" said Edith. "But how?" whined the forlorn naked men. "There aren't any ladders." "No," said Edith. "We have no labour-saving equipment on Butt's Farm, do we, Roland? So you'll have to climb the trees!" Our two nude apple-farmers walked around the trees, scratching their white arses in bewilderment. The lowest branches were fully six feet off the ground. In the end, Freddie knelt down and clasped his hands together, making a lift for Roland. Roland stepped into Freddie's hands, and swung for the trees. Roland grabbed hold and hung there, legs kicking and penis swinging wildly to and fro. (Nice!) Freddie leapt to his feet and went to support his bum chum. The naked white bodies made an attractive tableau in the lovely old orchard. Roland hooked his legs over Freddie's shoulders, as Freddie faced him. This gave Roland a platform for tightening his grip on the tree branch. So Roland was now sitting on Freddie's shoulders, with his legs dangling down Freddie's back. Good progress! But there was one huge drawback, as far as Freddie was concerned. He had Roland's cock in his mouth! Gagging out the great big revolting thing in horror, Freddie recoiled. And so the two nude men collapsed on the grass. In an undignified pile of thrashing limbs, bruised buttocks, red faces, battered bollocks and one spittle-coated cock. Next, Freddie and Roland enlisted the help of the farm women. This was given very willingly, as it offered the women the chance of a good grope. Four pairs of women clasped hands and made a lift for Freddie and Roland. The men rose unsteadily, one foot in each lift. Once Roland and Freddie were far enough off the ground to be at their mercy, the laughing women moved steadily apart. The two helpless nudes had to grab the women's shoulders to keep their balance. So Roland and Freddie were now 'sitting' in mid air, legs splayed and cock 'n balls dangling. This offered the remaining women a glorious free hand with the vulnerable naked hunks. The women passed the time merrily in administering some slow, teasing hand jobs; spanking nude botty; and terrorising Roland and Freddie with threats to stick various sharp objects up their trembling arseholes. But all good things must come to an end. So Roland and Freddie were set free for one final attempt at the trees. Edith pointed to one overhanging the river, on which she said that she could see some apples. "I can't see any, ma'am", said Kathy, the dopey girl. But some of the more quick-witted women said "ah yes! I see them! Up very high! etc etc" So the frenzied naked men made one final, death-or-glory attempt. They both ran at the tree, leapt up the trunk as far as they could, and tried to clamber up. Wrapping their arms and legs around the trunk, Roland and Freddie puffed and panted. Down on the Farm! But there was nothing to hold on to. And it was tough on their cocks and balls, which were getting a bit of a scraping. "I can't stand this any longer! Go on girls, help them!" said Edith, almost blinded by tears of laughter. The women gathered underneath. They pushed up Roland and Freddie's buttocks; held their cocks and balls steady; slapped plenty of bare ass; and did other helpful things. Still no luck. In the end, Susan had a brainwave. She cried out: "Oh dear, a wasp! ZZZzzzzzz!" This really got the nude white bottoms sweaty and wobbling! Then the resourceful girl shrieked: "On no, it's landed on your balls!" What a naked tizzy that caused! It galvanised Roland and Freddie into a frantic, arse-juddering scramble up the tree. Well done, gentlemen! Sitting very gingerly on the lowest branch, the two naked tree-elves asked for instructions. Weak with laughter, Edith executed the next stage of her plan. "Apples grow best over water", she lied. "So you need to get to the end of the branch. But it will break if you're both on it. Freddie, you climb to the branch above.....Oooh, mind your cock, dear--!" "OWWW!!" "Never mind, Freddie, give it a good rub." (Cheers and rude gestures from the women below). "Now, gentlemen, just edge along the branches, just a little more..." By now Edith had the wobbly-bottomed nude tremblers just where she wanted them! Clinging to branches which were surely about to crack. Scrotums tight with anxiety. Right above the middle of the river. Sensing a moment of high drama, the women gathered along the river bank. "Right", said Edith, "now, Freddie, there's an apple just above your head. Jump up for it!" CRACK! went the branch. And down Freddie plunged. Naked, aghast, and very badly exposed, with his legs splayed. SMACK! went Freddie's bollocks into Roland's branch. Oh, that looked ticklish! "OWWW!!!" Roland had been squatting on his branch in a very compromising position, with his legs spread wide. Roland lost his footing, and banged his goolies hard on the branch. CRACK! went the lower branch under the combined impact of some 350 pounds of muscle and bone. And SPLASH! SPLASH! Two stunned naked men fell into the river! Roland and Freddie wallowed around for a while, and then crawled out bespattered with river mud. The hysterical women helped haul them on to dry land with many an encouraging slap on the wet backsides. And in her 'confusion' Susan stuck a dandelion up Freddie's arse. (It did look pretty!) "Well, Roland" said Edith, wiping her eyes and trying to look stern. "Now do you agree that we need a few ladders in the orchard?" And so the day wore on, with many more naked frolics, pratfalls and cock ups. But finally it was time to go. The women shook Freddie and Roland heartily by the hand (and in some cases by other parts of the body). But there was one more lesson to be learned! Lesson No 4 was Make It Fun. Edith certainly had strong views about Fun. She'd always worked better in a light and friendly atmosphere. And she'd naively imagined that farming in the beautiful Kent countryside would be such a jolly experience. But the reality had been so depressing. Farmer Cobblestones was such a dreary old bore! And how could people possibly give of their best when working such grinding, long hours? On the other hand, today had been the most fun-packed day of Edith's life! And, though Roland and Freddie had been pretty useless, Edith noticed that the team had still achieved its daily targets. And ahead of time. It may have been officially a day off, but the farm women had happily bustled around the naked men. It had actually been a hard day's work, but the nude slapstick had been great for team spirit. So Edith kept Roland and Freddie behind at the end of the day. "Well gentlemen", she said, "I hope you found that informative! There is one final task, though...!" The weary naked men sank to their knees, looking utterly dejected. Freddie's penis brushed a stinging nettle, but he didn't have the energy to squeal. And Roland just lay there gloomily on his stomach, while a Red Admiral landed on his white backside. ("A nice little moment" thought Edith. "Hold it right there, darling!") "These banquets that you like so much", said Edith. "We're going to have one tonight. Only I'll do the cooking; you're going to wait at table; and the farmhouse staff will be the guests of honour!" The farmhouse was run by three middle-aged ladies. Mrs Collins (Susan's mother) was the cook. Miss Dustyhole, a confirmed spinster, did the Accounts. And Mrs Smith (Molly's sister) was the housekeeper. All three women were excellent, cheerful workers, and Edith felt they deserved a nice evening. "And, gentlemen" said Edith, "there is some good news for you. You get to put your clothes back on! Well at least for a while....." And she gave them their orders.... THE BANQUET Mrs Smith and Mrs Collins were thrilled to be invited to the banquet! They were both widow ladies, with a healthy interest in the opposite sex. If only half of what they'd heard from Susan and Molly was true, it must have been a fantastic day on the farm. If there was going to be more of the same tonight, they'd crawl over broken glass to get there. Miss Dustyhole was, frankly, a bit scared by what she'd been told. But something half-forgotten, deep down inside her bloomers, stirred. And so the good lady found herself in the big farmhouse dining hall at 8pm prompt. What would the evening hold? Well the three ladies took their seats at the familiar table and looked around. Everything seemed quite normal! Edith had cooked a delicious hors d'oeuvre, followed by a very nice trout. Roland and Freddie waited at table, dressed in tuxedos. The two young men put themselves out to be charming and the wine flowed. Mrs Smith, Mrs Collins and Miss Dustyhole started to think that maybe the wild tales had been exaggerated. Still, it was very pleasant to be spending the evening flirting with two such handsome young men. Roland and Freddie disappeared with the dishes and Edith emerged from the kitchen. "Enjoying the meal, ladies? Dessert still to come. But before you tuck into that, Roland and Freddie have got a little turn to do. Just a bit of fun! The boys' little show is called 'Foreign Cooking'." The lights came up at the far end of the room. There was a trestle table with various bowls on. A very large oil cloth covered the floor in front of the table. Standing on the oil cloth were two strange figures. Each dressed in a large apron. On their heads they were wearing a treukh. (A Russian fur cap with ear-flaps and a back flap.) Their faces were hidden under two large bushy beards (surely false?). "Good evenink!" said one of the figures (Roland??) in a weird foreign accent. "We are from Rooshia." (Boos and laughter from the diners, in view of the Crimean War.) "We are vurry warlike people." (More boos.) "We are master cocks in Rooshia, but are forced to slave in your miserable English kitchen, cocking your savage foreign food." (Jeers and laughter.) "Thees filth is called 'Fresh Fruit Salad with Whipped Cream and Custard'. We hope you choke on it!" With these kind words, the two figures turned round to the table and attended to the bowls. They now had their backs to the four women, who started to scream with laughter. And why? Because the kitchen aprons were backless. And the men had nothing on underneath! They were totally bare-assed to the rear, except for two fragile little bows at neck and lower back keeping the aprons on. Oh, and of course each man had a number painted on his left buttock! Mrs Smith and Mrs Collins were absolutely delighted by this turn of events. They wanted to get very 'hands on', and rose half out of their chairs. But Edith stopped them: "Wait, ladies, there's more!" she smiled. The two 'Russians' then seemed to get into an argument. They started jabbering at each other in a foreign tongue. (Edith identified this as schoolboy Latin.) Then they lost it completely. The two men rushed at each other, and started wrestling. As they rolled around the floor, their hats and aprons came off with suspicious ease. Revealing them to the delighted women as a totally nude Roland Butt and a buck-naked Freddie Haunch. Totally nude, that is, apart from the false beards. Mind you, Edith seemed to be keen to keep people thinking "savage naked strangers!" rather than "Roland and Freddie in the altogether!" Because she said with a wink to her guests: "Oh, those Russians!" I wonder why she did that? Still, the ecstatic women didn't care! The 'fight' was quite a stagey one really. There didn't seem the slightest danger of anyone getting hurt. Instead, it was more like a series of live action nude poses. First 'Numbers 1 and 2' staggered round bear-hugging each other. This nicely showed off two straining nude male bottoms -- both very meaty and firm. How they dimpled and flexed! Mrs Collins was sitting close enough to get a good handful of 'No 1's' butt. "Nice and fresh!" the cook said approvingly. Then Roland (sorry, 'No 1') got No 2's arm up his back, and thrust No 2 forward. No 2 arched his back and braced his knees against the dining table to push back. This got Freddie's crotch thrust into Mrs Smith's delighted face. The resourceful housekeeper quickly grabbed hold of the flailing 'Russian' cock, and munched it! Freddie stopped even pretending to fight, and just stood there, stroking his balls, with a big shit-happy grin on his face. No 1 got really cross then, and whispered something to No 2, which sounded like "my turn, Freddie!" At which point the two 'fighters' swapped position. So it was then Roland who ended up thrusting his lunch box into a lady's face. The lucky recipient being Miss Dustyhole. But Roland's cock was a bit 'imposing' and Miss Dustyhole was clearly rather scared! So she closed her eyes tight and pushed out her tongue about an eighth of an inch between her clenched teeth. And missed Roland's penis completely! Most frustrating for 'No 1', who vented his feelings with a flying kick at 'No 2'. Freddie pretended to have been hit in the balls, and drew everyone's attention to his private parts with a scream and a theatrical clutch of them. (He needn't have worried -- everyone was leering at them already.) Freddie then did a thrilling naked back flip, and assumed a warrior-like pose with clenched fists. Freddie still sported a huge boner from Mrs Smith's splendid work (and maybe a bit of self-ministration). So he really did look rugged and magnificent, with penis and forearms all solid, knotted and veined. Even his testicles looked muscly! Edith and Miss Dustyhole both sighed, slavered a little and eased their hands down between their thighs. Then they caught each other's eye and frowned. Aye aye -- a spot of rivalry there? Anyway, Roland and Freddie pranced around a bit longer, giving everyone a highly satisfactory eye-full of straining biceps; urgent, thrusting cocks; tight buns; and big, bouncing, juicy, hairy plums. Behind their beards, both men seemed to be grinning. Why was that? Maybe the screams of lustful laughter gave them the certain feeling that they were about to get laid! The 'fight' then entered a new and delicious phase. 'No 1' broke free and shook his fist at 'No 2'. 'No 1' poured out a torrent of abuse "amo amas amat" at his nude opponent; beat his chest; slapped his hairy thigh; thrust out his impressive crotch and false beard; and appealed to the ladies in god-like rage. The women cheered and leered and blew 'No 1' kisses. Mrs Smith and Mrs Collins coming up with some particularly good and filthy suggestions for giving 'No 1' succour. Having lashed the crowd into a frenzy, 'No 1' reached for a big bowl of whipped cream, and emptied it all over 'No 2'. It was then 'No 2's turn to hog the limelight. He jabbered "veni vidi vici"; danced with rage; jerked angrily at his penis and stuck out his bare ass at the diners. 'No 2' then made an elaborate nude pantomime of spotting the bowl of custard, and wondering whether or not to empty it over his naked foe. Miss Dustyhole rose to glory by timidly pinching 'No 2's bare bottom and saying "Go on, I dare you!". And that's how the custard ended up sluicing down 'No 1's chest, torso, back, bottom, cock and balls. The two men then squelched together on the floor, squashing strawberries and grapes into a paste between their tangled thighs, bellies and penises. They ended up sat on the floor in each others' laps, stroking each others' balls and pulling on each others' plonkers. This was definitely NOT what Edith had in mind! She tottered over to the men. (Edith was a bit bandy-legged and flushed at this moment. Well, not to put too fine a point on it, she'd been quietly wanking herself under the table.) Anyway, Edith seemed anxious to be keeping up this 'naked savage Russians' game, so she said: "Well really! Is this how you return our English hospitality? Get back to work! Serve these ladies with their dessert." So 'No 1' (Roland) got up, carrying what was left of his bowl of custard. (Most of it was on him already.) Roland walked over to Mrs Smith, who by now was just insane with lust. And he said to her: "dessert, madam?" Mrs Smith looked wonderingly at this huge, sticky, gooey, juicy, delicious, naked man. Roland put a strawberry between his lips, and bent down to Mrs Smith, who plastered her mouth to his. The poor strawberry didn't have a chance! After a really deep and slurpy kiss, Roland retrieved his tongue, and said "custard with that, madam?" And he put a dollop of custard on to his straining dick. Mrs Smith licked him clean, and then started to gobble. Roland's knees buckled, and a faraway look came into his eyes. Life seemed very sweet to him -- and then it got even better! For he saw Mrs Collins impatiently waiting her turn. Fantastic! "Ah yes!" thought Roland between pants. "That's why Edith keeps pretending we're Russians! She wants to give me a chance with the other ladies. Without them feeling embarrassed about screwing her husband in front of her. What a good sport Edith is!" No doubt Edith would have been deeply gratified by her husband's good opinion. But, truth to tell, Roland's sex life was the last thing on Edith's mind. Edith's real reason for this fig leaf of "Russian strangers" was that she's spent a simply lovely day watching Freddie run around in the buff. And now she wanted a bit of Fred In Bed. After all the effort she'd put into this day, surely she was entitled to a good stiff fucking from the grateful virgin! Miss Dustyhole was ahead of Edith in the queue, but no doubt Freddie would make short work of her. Then it would be Edith's turn!! Hand down her bloomers, Edith watched as Freddie slapped some whipped cream on to his rock hard penis, and started gyrating in front of Miss Dustyhole. How the poor lady squealed! She was terrified! The gorgeous nude hunk leant over the nervous spinster, and Edith stopped paying attention..... [To be perfectly frank, Edith wanted to concentrate on 'the job in hand' for a minute.....Shuddering climax! That was nice! And now for the real thing....] And Edith opened her eyes.... To see the two bashful virgins climbing the stairs. He was naked, and he was carrying her. She was wrapping her legs round his back, and what was that? Miss Dustyhole's bloomers were lying in the bowl of whipped cream! A minute later, a steady thumping started from the ceiling. (Freddie's bedroom was overhead.) VIRGINS NO MORE! "Damn!" said Edith, which was the strongest language she'd ever used. She was very, very displeased. "Oh well, there's always Roland. .... Roland?" She looked wildly round. And there was her husband's brawny, naked back view. Slowly climbing the stairs. Carrying a giggling Mrs Collins in one massive arm and a berserk Mrs Smith in the other. "I put fresh sheets on the big bed in the spare room today, Mr Butt." "Well done, Mrs Collins! That was fortunate." "I hoped I might get lucky tonight, Mr Butt!" "I assure you, my dear ladies, it is I who is the lucky one! Do you know where that 'Do Not Disturb' notice is, Mrs Smith?" "Yes, Mr Butt, I've hung it up on your cock, sir. I don't think there's any danger it will fall off!" So Edith was left alone. As she sat there, with her bloomers round her ankles, Edith pondered on the day. She had changed things forever at Butt's Farm. She had handed down many valuable lessons. And what had she learnt from her ultimate failure to get laid? "Edith" she told herself. "It's not always enough to be the prettiest, or the cleverest, or even the one calling the tune. Sometimes, dear, you've just got to be in the right place in the queue at the right time." THE END