Farming Folk - Chapter One

Missy Braun removed laundry from the washer, and piece-by-piece, inserted the clothing into the electric wringer mounted atop the new washing machine that her husband had bought her. She was very proud of the labour-saving device and it was evidence of them becoming 'modern'. Each time she threw the switch, the wringer would pull the clothing through the rubber rollers and the water would drain back into the washer. This was a real labour saver for Missy. A few months ago she had been using her mother's old machine, and wringing each piece out by operating a hand crank. Missy was careful with the electric wringer, and treated it with respect. It had almost caught her couple of times. It could suck part of an careless person feeding wet clothing through the rollers right on in, squeezing the part big time until the clamp holding the top roller against the bottom roller was released, in the process freeing the pinched hand, human hair, or whatever had been trapped.

She remembered overhearing boys making a joke about , ".. the time granny got her tit caught in the wringer!" No way did Missy want her to get her nice-looking tits caught in a wringer, she thought as she fed the wet washing into the machine.

There normally wouldn't be a lot of laundry to do on a washday, just the usual amount for Jimmy and herself, but for some reason or other she had allowed several days' worth to pile up. She preferred to do the washing every other day, cutting down the amount of time she spent beside the machine, and hanging clothing on the line in the hot sun.

Starting in June, her husband had asked her to do the laundry just once a week until September to conserve water, 'just in case'. The weather forecast predicted no rain for a while and they might have to draw on their wells if the drought lasted.

After the death of Jimmy's father, they had purchased this farm and several hundred acres from his mother at a bargain price. The old lady had said she preferred not to live with her memories and had gone to live with her sister. Originally there had been both the farm and a gas station at the end of their lane but Jimmy found it too much effort to run both businesses so he had closed the station which was sensible as there had never been much business selling gas to justify a year-around operation anyhow.

The farm next-door was owned by an old guy who was struggling to manage so based on his lifelong friendship with Jimmy's father, the good ol' boy was finally willing to sell a small portion of his land, 40 acres, to Jimmy; prime farmland that Jimmy's father had always coveted. Jimmy and Missy figured that given the old boy's health issues that one day they might eventually own both farms but 40 acres for now was a good start.

Missy had been raised as a farm girl with her father raising cattle as well as growing crops. Jimmy preferred growing crops and Missy figured that he definitely had a case of green fingers since his crops were always so fine.

Missy missed the barnyard atmosphere. Back in the days before she wed she had always had to feed chickens and milk a bunch of cows as a kid growing up. Jimmy didn't share her love of 'dirty' chickens and such running around and as a result her outdoor chores were reduced to half dozen hens and one rooster for eggs, and two cows for milking. Their meats were purchased in town or from some farmers who attended their church.

One of Missy's amusements, when he'd let her, was riding the tractor behind Jimmy. Lately she didn't get many chances to ride, because they had hired a part-time hand to work three days a week, and Jimmy divided tractor time with the farm hand.

When Missy did ride with Jimmy, she'd sit behind and jammed against him on the large metal, bicycle style seat, as he drove up and down the rows. Sometimes she'd find herself getting stimulated from having her legs wrapped around Jimmy and would allow her hands to drop into his lap, resting over his masculine bulge. She enjoyed tickling him through his jeans with her fingernails, and if he became aroused, he'd tell her to stop, because he had ploughing to do.

Missy had ploughing of her own in mind and sometimes would masturbate when Jimmy was out in the fields. She would often fantasise in these quiet times but so far, her fantasies had little personal experience to draw on.


Being basically shy and raised very conservatively, Missy had only allowed two boys to kiss her before she went off to high school. One had kissed her on a carousel when the Fair came to town and another boy had caught her in the cloakroom of her church during Sunday school.

In high school Missy had only gone on a few dates, usually doubles. She and her best girl friend had decided that double dating was 'safer' and they chose this way so that if boys made false claims about their 'reputations' that double dating would provide a convenient 'witness for the defense' if either girl ever had to deny that some guy had gone past third base.

On dates they sometimes went to a rundown coffee bar in town known as the 'passion pit' and almost every time a boy would try to grope her breasts. She had only let one boy actually get his hand inside her brassiere and onto her bare skin but he turned aggressive, even tried to sneak his hand under her dress and onto her ass before she regained control. She didn't care for that behaviour at all and thereafter none of the boys had succeeded in placing a hand on her pussy, even on the outside of her panties. Missy had seen to that!

However, she was not a complete prude and sometimes, while fantasizing during masturbation, erotic bits and pieces of something that had happened to Missy after her graduation from high school would come to mind. It was something that occurred not long after she met Jimmy and although she tried to put the memory of it out of her mind, she just couldn't. That event had been the reason Missy had started masturbating in the first place! It was something she had never disclosed it to anyone, not even her husband …. especially not to her husband.

It happened when Missy had just turned 18 and fresh out of high school. She had been dating Jimmy for two weeks. He had attended a different school but Missy's younger sister knew him from when she worked at a drive-in restaurant and one time in town she had introduced them. It didn't take too long before Jimmy had started courting her properly and then after the prescribed period of time had passed according to their upbringing ended up as her husband but he never knew that there had been someone else who had been involved with her to a very intimate degree before Jimmy had gotten his chance with his newly-wed young bride.

Her father often hired summer help, mainly boys from the local area. However, sometimes the hired help came from elsewhere and her Daddy would permit them to lodge in a shed next to the barn. Actually, it was more than a shed; it had electricity and was fixed up quite nicely with two roomy double-deck bunks, a small fridge and a cooker; carpet on the floor and curtains at the windows.

Just inside the barn, there was a shower rigged up installed over a wooden floor and fed by a water line connected to the same electric pump that provided running water to the farmhouse.

A couple of years after the installation of the water line, replacing the outside hand pump, Missy's daddy had spent some money on the ****** farmhouse and they finally had an indoor sink and shower but still no indoor toilet. "Maybe next year," daddy would say.

So they had to do their business in a two-holer outhouse which all members of the ****** shared. The farm hands shared the men's outhouse with the male members of Missy's ****** and the second door was marked 'Ladies' for use by Missy, her sister, or her mother.

Early one weekday morning, Missy had just finished using the lady outhouse, and leaving it, she noticed that the door to the bunkhouse was slightly ajar and swinging in the wind. The three farm hands and her father were all in the fields to the west ploughing or working the cattle, and the wind was blowing the dust toward the farmhouse.

Intending to close it, Missy walked over to the bunkhouse door but when she reached the door and glanced inside and noticed that the farm hands had posted nude calendars on the walls of the bunkhouse. Curious, Missy went inside to have a closer look, closing the door behind her.

Missy had never seen nude photos of women before. The women in most of the calendar photos were all posed and positioned in such a way that no pubic hair showed, whether standing, seated, or lying down. There were a few pictures that showed the women from the front and when Missy studied the photos closer there was no sign of any pubic hair or evidence of a pussy slit. Missy wondered why their slits did not show but, then again, she had no knowledge about a process called airbrushing.

Many of the photos showed the women with their arms raised, fingers interlocked behind their neck, and Missy figured that style of posing was designed to raise their bust higher.

She lifted some of the pages, looking at the photos underneath. Missy had already proudly noted that her own breasts were larger than most of the ones being displayed in the photos.

Missy moved further into the room to look at another calendar on the opposite wall and was startled to hear a male voice, "I'll bet your titties are just as nice as anything in those calendars."

Horrified at being caught, and embarrassed by his language, Missy whirled around to see one of the farm hands dropping down from the top of the bunk that she had passed as she entered the bunkhouse; she was shocked to see he was in his underwear!

Unsure as to how to react, Missy stood motionless. She didn't know this new farm hand, only by sight; he was an older guy, someone from out of state. It was only his second week on the farm, she had never really looked at him before, not spoken to him, until this minute as he moved closer to her.

Her eyes quickly scanned him. He was wearing only white underpants, cut like a man's bathing trunks, and the whiteness of the cloth contrasted strongly against the dark tan of his upper torso. She could clearly see a bulge in the lower portion as he walked, limping, toward her, and it looked sort of like a tennis ball had been placed in the tight briefs and it seemed to her that the ball was rolling back and forth.

Missy recalled overhearing her father telling her mother that the new farm hand had recently returned from Vietnam, where he had been wounded. Missy glanced lower, past his prominent bulge, and saw a scar across his right knee. His legs were pale, almost as white as his briefs, but his tanned face was pleasant, almost fatherly. He looked to be in his early thirties, with brown hair shaved into a crew cut. His powerful looking, bare chest was covered with a thick layer of dark brown hair.

He stopped a pace away from her, close, very close, and Missy trembled. He was large, very wide, with just a trace of gut, and he towered over Missy as she looked up at him. Her face was red with embarrassment from being caught, and from seeing him almost naked!

"You ... you won't tell anyone I was in here, looking at the pictures, will you?" Missy stammered.

"I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me!" he said, and without warning, he pulled her to him by reaching around her and grabbing both cheeks of her ass!

Missy raised her arms in front, trying to stop him, but it was too late, and her chest was pressed against his. He leaned down and pressed his lips over hers, smashing them. Missy thought she could taste alcohol. She recognized the taste from sampling bottles kept in the refrigerator, to be consumed by the farm hands when they came into the house to play cards with her daddy every Friday night. Her father didn't drink, but he allowed the hands to drink in moderation during their poker games.

This wasn't Saturday morning though, and the farm hand must have been doing some drinking on his own. He didn't seem to be *****, as he had dropped from the top bunk and walked to her with a steady movement, despite the limp.

He was squeezing her ass with both hands, massaging her cheeks. Pushing against his chest with her arms, Missy silently resisted, afraid someone, another farm hand perhaps, would come to pay a visit to the outhouses nearby, and hear.

He was very strong, and placed Missy's arms behind her without even breathing hard. He crossed her arms, locking them together, and used his left hand at her wrists to hold them in place against the small of her back while he raised her skirt in front with his right hand. Missy felt his right hand slip under her dress and caress her belly before he shoved it inside her panties and directly onto her pussy!

He broke the kiss, and Missy gasped. No one had ever touched her there before, not even on the outside of her panties! He began moving his hand up and down, caressing her soft pubic hair at first, and then using a finger to slide up and down through her slit. She gasped again when she felt one of his fingers start to slip into her hole.

"Feels pretty dry, honey. Maybe I'd better lay you down and get you wet before I do any more." He scooped Missy off the floor like she was a kitten and laid her on the bottom bunk. He immediately placed himself alongside her by lying down on her right trapping her against the wall.

Missy was in shock at the sudden situation that had been thrust upon her. More confused than scared, she didn't know what to do. Her father would be mad at her if he found out that Missy had even dared to go into the bunkhouse on her own, let alone anything else, Missy was sure of that.

The farm hand pulled her blouse up and shoved his hand inside her brassiere. He cupped her left breast with his hand while his fingers squeezed her nipples between them. He raised himself to look at her breasts while he pulled the top of the brassiere down, leaving her breasts uncovered. "Just what I thought, your tits are really nice, better-looking than the calendar. Even flat on your back you've got more than enough to fill my entire hand, and I'll bet you do some more filling out before you're through."

He again pressed his lips to hers and Missy felt his hand return to her pussy. He began to rub her gently, above her hole. Missy felt her little knob stiffen, and his touch began to send strange, stabs of pleasure throughout her pussy. Involuntarily, she opened her legs wider. He kept rubbing, and Missy whimpered. For the first time she began to return his kiss with some feelings of her own.

Encouraged by her sounds and the movement of her lower body as she responded to his touch, he pushed a finger partially into her. When he penetrated her pussy lips, Missy cried, "Oww!" and her mouth opened wide to let the exclamation of pain escape past his lips.

The big man stopped kissing her and held his finger motionless. He looked into her eyes with his mouth open and said in wonder, "I'll be damned, you've never been fucked before. You're already out of high school and still a virgin! I figured with your face, tits, and that beautiful ass, someone would have gotten to you before this."

"No! Please, I ain't never even been kissed before," Missy fibbed. "Let me up. I won't tell anyone, I promise. I'm saving myself for marriage."

Having gone this far, he wasn't about to give up now; not with a dick as hard as his was! He again began to rub her clitty. Despite her fear, Missy allowed her legs to open slightly more than before. She had never rubbed herself there and she started moaning softly and opened her legs even wider. Without realising what she was doing she pushed her cunt up against his hand.

He placed his mouth over hers again, this time more gently, and Missy felt his big tongue slip inside her mouth. He was French kissing her! Missy had heard other girls talk about such stuff in school but never knew for sure exactly what it entailed. Missy wanted to meet his tongue with hers, but she was afraid to. She deliberately held her tongue back, out of reach.

Missy's body was responding to his touch, and her mind was racing. She didn't know how to handle this. Missy had been careful to remain a virgin throughout high school, and now, without any real experience at dating, or petting, a strange man was trying to do it to her! Missy knew this was very, very wrong but she didn't want the rubbing on her clitoris to stop. His hand on her pussy felt good, and his kiss now seemed, well, pleasant.

He removed his hand from under her panties and Missy briefly felt disappointment at the loss of his gentle touch but then her heart stopped when she felt him tug his penis out of his underwear! She stiffened in fright, and he sensed it immediately.

Wanting to calm her, he said, "Don't worry missy, I'm not going to fuck you."

Missy was shocked at his use of the F word. Even though he was fondling her vagina, and had felt her tits, the word still came out sounding raw and dirty to her innocent ears. He continued, "I'd want my wife to be a virgin too, so I understand how important that might be for you. I'd never be able to fit my fat dick into your little hole anyhow, and if I did, you'd bleed all over the place. I don't think Billy would like his bunk all bloody unless he was the one that caused it."

He laughed at his own joke, and Missy smiled slightly, more in relief that he didn't plan to 'fuck her' than at his joke. "I've got a little plan though. I can tell you're liking this, so since we've gone this far, let see you pull those panties off so we both can have some fun. I know some things we can do without hurting your little cherry."

Missy wasn't sure why she was doing it, but she shyly helped him by raising her hips as he pulled her panties down to her thighs. Then she raised her legs, folding them at the knees to aid him as he slid the panties up her thighs, and down her calves. He slid one half of the panties off her right foot, leaving them wrapped around her left ankle.

"And now, this," he said, breathing thickly. He grasped her left hand and placed it on the rigid penis sticking out of his underwear.

Shocked, Missy pulled her hand away but laughing, he firmly, gently placed it back on his cock. "Feel it. Move your hand back and forth to see what a man's dick feels like."

Missy wanted to explore his cock, the trouble was, she didn't want him to know she was thinking that way. She had always been curious, but still, she had to maintain an air of innocence. She tried to look indifferent, but her hand was wrapped around his thing, and it felt warm, almost hot to the touch. Besides that, it felt really big around! She slowly began stroking him and as she did, Missy deliberately allowed her hand to shake a little to display nervousness.

"That's it, baby; Good job. Now you'll remember my prick as the first one you ever touched, even if I didn't get to put it in you."

He rose up on his elbow, "Now spread your legs. I plan to rub it up and down your pussy and get you good and wet, and then I'll come on your tummy so you can see your first man shoot jizz out of his dick."

He climbed off the bunk and stood up. As he removed his shorts, Missy actually saw his penis for the first time. She stared openly.

He laughed softly. "That's right baby, take a good look. Fix it in your mind and you will remember it forever."

Missy was doing just that. Fully erect, it pointed almost straight out in front of him. It was circumcised, though Missy didn't know the difference between cut and uncut, and was surrounded by a thick coat of dark curly hair. Underneath, it had a baseball sized, hair-covered sack. It had felt big around in her hand, and it looked big, but having never seen a penis other than on little boys when their diaper was being changed, Missy had nothing to compare it to.

Trembling, Missy was forced to spread her legs wider as he got onto his knees and climbed between them. His legs were pressed against the insides of her thighs. She wasn't sure what was happening to her. Missy knew this was wrong, very wrong, that this man was doing things with her that should be reserved for marriage but she felt powerless to stop it. Yet, judging by his change in demeanour, from aggressive to gentle after discovering that she was a virgin, Missy believed that he would stop if she just said she wanted to quit.

He shuffled forward on his knees, getting closer to her and then he pushed down on his penis, aiming it towards her pussy, and Missy could see wet shiny stuff dripping out of the end. He looked at her face, saw undisguised excitement in her eyes, and said, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Why don't you get up on your elbows and watch?"

Missy did as he suggested. Fascinated, she watched as he placed the slippery penis against her pussy. He parted her lips with the head and began to move it slowly up and down through her slit. Missy yelped at the strange sensations as she felt his penis beginning to send shivers from her pussy to her shoulder blades. He did this several times, and Missy could feel extreme wetness from her own juices combined with the pre-coital fluid flowing out of him. The wetness was drenching her entire slit with a slippery coating. Missy opened further, going as wide as her legs could go.

She was opening up for him; trusting him, perhaps, or wanting him? He knew that he could fuck her now, if he wanted, and, oh yes, he wanted. He could just ram it in, before she had time to fight him off; he could take her cherry and make her cry out in pain, then later he could get her to sigh with pleasure but … she was the boss's ********, and she was a virgin. He respected that. Not so much the fact that she was the boss's ********, but that she was a virgin.

"You said you've never been kissed, do you have a boyfriend right now?" he asked.

Missy could only manage a weak "Uh,Uh," while shaking her head sideways.

"Some lucky young man is going to put his dick inside that little hole someday, but at least I'm getting the pleasure of seeing and touching it with mine first." He paused with his penis directly over her hole, "I'm going to open you up a little bit with the head of my cock." He paused when she looked up at him with a frightened look. "Don't worry, I'll go in just enough to let you feel the pleasure of being spread by a warm dick. I promise, I won't push it inside and break your cherry." He smiled reassuringly at her, "Lay down again."

Wanting to trust him, Missy complied.

He eased his hips forward slightly, and Missy looked into his eyes as she felt him begin to spread her. He stretched her wider than she thought she could go, though only the narrower front half of his cock head was inside her. "Wow, baby, you've really got a tight little hole! I'll bet the guy that gets his dick into you for the first time comes in less than a minute. Now, mark my words, and remember."

'Comes? Comes in less than a minute? Whatever is he talking about; what did he mean by that?' thought Missy.

He eased slightly out, and then slipped his fat dick head in again. He repeated this manoeuvre carefully three more time and Missy gasped each time as she felt him go just a little deeper on the each stroke. He paused, using pressure from his hips to hold his penis in place, "Now honey, raise up a little higher and look at how much your pussy is stretched around my dickhead."

Missy already could feel it. Curious, and wanting to learn, she rose higher by using her hands and looked down to her pussy and it looked like his head was almost completely inside her. Her pussy lips were tightly stretched around the widest part of his head, but the ridge had not yet gone inside. He was really stretching her, and despite the fact that it hurt a little, Missy was tempted to tell him to put it in and take her virginity for, to be honest, she didn't have a boyfriend to save it for. Well, she was dating a new boy, Jimmy, but nothing serious was happening there, at least, not yet. Sex was the only thing that boys wanted anyhow, so if she did it, she would just be doing what boys did.

"That's enough," the farmhand said, bringing her thoughts back to her present situation. "I don't want to risk tearing that little cherry I felt with my finger." He pulled his penis back out, and Missy exhaled with relief and began breathing rapidly. She had been holding her breath almost the entire time he was partially inside her hole, and she just hadn't realized it. Missy knew that she had not been holding her breath because she was afraid of being hurt if he put his big thing in her; it had been because of anticipation, the thrill of the unknown. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.

"Now I'll show you a little of what it will be like when you're fucking someone. Lay down."

Missy complied and he leaned down to caress her breasts with his hands, and then he kissed and sucked on each nipple. They were erect, very hard and sensitive, and the touch of his lips on them sent shivers down her back. When he used his tongue to flick her nipples, Missy's entire body shook.

"Your tits are really, really nice, Missy. You take good care of these things. Your body is not the skinny type, so watch your weight as you get older. Watch your diet and don't get fat and maybe they'll last a long time." Reaching down with his right hand, he again placed his cock against her hole. He continued to hold it there, applying just enough pressure to keep her spread slightly and to keep his dick from slipping out. He moved down and laid his upper body completely on top of her, keeping his hips off of her and his penis out of her by staying on his knees. Her erect nipples pushed into his chest. "Now, put your arms around me."

Missy complied by wrapping her arms around him and placing her hands on the back of his shoulder blades. She felt dwarfed by the size of his body, he felt so big and powerful!

"Now your legs, raise them up and wrap them around me,"

His cock started slightly into her vagina, and by raising her legs she was placing a lot of faith in his keeping his word. Missy raised her legs, placing them around the back of his legs.

"No, higher, up around my waist, that'll get your ass up in the air where it belongs."

Missy raised her legs and as she wrapped them around his waist she could feel her pussy shifting around under his cock, sending wonderful sensations through her body.

"Now I'll do some fucking motions for a little bit without putting it in. You can get an idea of how good it's going to be after you finally lose your cherry."

Placing his lips over hers again he began to move his hips very slightly in and out. He was being careful, going just deep enough that she could feel herself begin to spread and close with each movement. He did this several times, slowly, and Missy for the first time pressed her tongue against his. She began responding with passion as she forgot who he was, and where she was.

This was frustrating! Missy wanted to know what it would be like if he was inside her. There was a feeling of being unfulfilled. She groaned very loudly, clamped her arms and legs tighter around him, and almost pulled him into her!

Somehow, he maintained his respect and concern for her virginity and pulled himself back, just in time. She was even hotter than he was! He removed his lips from hers and began to stroke a little gentler, trying to calm her so that she wouldn't lose control again. He looked down at her and thought, "God, she's so beautiful. She's like an angel." He couldn't take his eyes off her face with her closed eyes and a smile on her lips. He gave her several more strokes and for variation, moved his hips sideways, giving her new sensations at the entrance to her cunt.

"I'm letting you save your precious cherry for when you get married. If I do that, you have to promise me you won't give it to anyone but your husband. That's his right, to take your cherry. If I allow you to keep it now, will you promise me you won't throw it away with some kid on a date?"

Missy knew that he was right, and she trembled as she answered, "Yes, I promise."

He smiled down at her. "Then, someday, after you're all happily married and broken in, maybe I'll come back and visit you, and we can see what we missed today. Would you like that?"

Missy knew that he was probably just joking, but she answered honestly. "Yes, I would always wonder what I … ," she paused, "… what we, had missed." (How little Missy knew how true that statement would be in years to come.)

The man between her legs was excited now, and close to losing control. Missy could feel him trembling. Not wanting to risk shooting on, and possibly into her hole, he raised himself up off her. As he did, Missy slowly lowered her legs, placing her heels on the bunk on each side of him.

"Have you ever seen a man cum?"

Missy didn't really know what he was talking about so she answered truthfully and shook her head. "Well, you're just about to. Sit up, I want to make sure when I come, you can watch it." He held still, looking down at her until his penis lost a little of the pressure, so that he could control it again. On her own, Missy rose onto her elbows once again so she would better be able to see where his juice would land.

Using his hand, he resumed rubbing his cock up and down her slit, a little deeper than the first time, applying more pressure. Using the head of his cock, he was going over her clitoris, down over her hole, spreading and going into it slightly. As he moved further down, he was just touching her little pink asshole, which was coated with pre-coital fluid and her own juices, and then he would go up again.

This was the most exciting thing that he had ever experienced as well! He was rubbing his cock through the lips of the prettiest cunt he had ever seen, and she was the prettiest girl, with the best body, he had ever touched. Hell, she was probably prettier than all the girls he had never touched, and to cap it off, she was a virgin. Realizing that he had a free hand and was letting a great pair of tits go to waste, he reached out with his left hand and starting cupping her breasts, going back and forth from one to the other.

The farm hand continued stroking up and down, sending strange, heretofore unknown sensations throughout her vagina and asshole, and Missy was moaning in response.

"Oh, baby. Do you ever have a beautiful cunt. I've never seen a prettier pussy wrapped around my dickhead." He was saying it softly and with genuine appreciation for her sexual beauty.

Cunt? Is that what men sometimes called a girl's vagina? Missy could feel her outer lips being pushed out on each side of his wide cock head as he slid up and down. It felt good, and Missy was disappointed when he suddenly removed his cock from her slit.

He rose a little higher over her, pointed his dick past her pubic hair and began stroking vigorously. As he grew close, he aimed it down towards her belly button.

"Watch this, baby." His voice sounded strained, and far away.

Missy raised herself higher onto her elbows, and her mouth dropped open. His penis looked bigger than ever. The gorged head was almost red in colour, and his balls were rocking back and forth violently from his strokes.

He grunted, and Missy gasped as white stuff suddenly erupted from his pee hole. She could feel the heat from it as it landed on her belly. The first huge blast was immediately followed by several more spurts. He lost control of his aim from shaking, and two of them landed on her uncovered right tit. Another spurt splattered across her bra, which was still pulled below her breasts.

Missy could hear him groaning, and quickly looked up at his face. His eyes looked like a wild man's, and his mouth was opened wide as he watched his spunk flooding her body. Fascinated, Missy alternated her eyes between watching his face as it underwent changes, and his cock as it spurted. The spurting stopped, but he continued stroking. Eventually he stopped masturbating and his face slowly returned to normal.

Missy moved her eyes downward once more, and watched as he squeezed more spunk out of his dick. The come wasn't shooting out now, it was just dangling from the tip of his dick in long sticky strings. One string dropped off his dick and onto her body just at the top of her pubic hair. That string was followed by yet another dribbling shot.

Missy got up enough nerve to ask, "Am I going to get pregnant? You got your stuff all over and inside my hole when you were rubbing it."

He laughed gently. "No, that clear stuff wasn't come, that's just meant to get your pussy good and slippery so that you can take a dick. The thick white stuff all over your body is what can get you pregnant, and I stayed high to make sure it didn't get into your pussy. I didn't mean for it to get on your bra but if I hadn't been aiming down I might have got it on your face."

Missy felt relief. She understood now from what she had seen with the cows and the big old Bull what had gotten them fat with a calf inside them. Now, here she was with Danny stuff all over she had been certain she was going to have a baby. The big farm hand leaned over and kissed her. Now he did it gently, with his tongue probing her mouth. She felt tender toward him, and a close kinship at sharing something special. Missy touched her tongue to his, giving a 'French kiss' for the second time. She could feel his penis lying on her stomach. When he climbed off her to stand on the floor, his penis was all shiny from his juice.

Missy said, "You got that stuff all over your ... yourself when you kissed me."

"Yeah, I was afraid of that," he said. "That was maybe the biggest load I've ever shot. It's been several days since I've come, and you really turn me on."

Turning, he walked over to his own bunk, grabbed a towel and walked back to Missy. Missy stared openly at his semi-erect dick as he approached her, and felt no shame at doing so. She hadn't moved off her back because her stomach was coated with come, and some of it was running down her right side and onto the bunk.

He wiped her with the towel, turning it several times for a dry section until he finally had wiped her breast, bra, and stomach clean. There was a lot of it and a large section of the towel was wet. "Raise your legs and pull them back."

With her legs spread wide, and her pink little hole visible to him, Missy watched and enjoyed the tickling sensations as he tenderly towelled her pussy. Then he wiped the crack of her ass and on into her anus ever so slightly, and again, she enjoyed his touch. Missy hadn't realized she was wet that far down.

"I missed some wetness. Not come, just your wet pussy juices and some of my cock sap." As he was speaking, he used the fingers of his left hand to open her lips, and then he gently wiped her pussy dry with the towel in his right hand.

Missy looked into his eyes, an unspoken question on her lips.

He could see that she wanted to say something... "What is it, honey? I can tell you've got something on your mind. I want you to be as happy as me"

"You were doing something to me before, rubbing me. Would ...(she paused, and took a breath) would you mind doing it some more?"

He looked at her, surprise in his eyes. "You've never done that before, played with yourself?"

Missy shook her head. "I never played with myself, Momma told me it was what dirty girls did and if I did do it, I don't think it would feel as good as if you were doing it."

Smiling, he laid himself beside Missy again, placing his left arm under her neck to hold her. He began by kissing her while caressing her breasts, and then he slowly moved his hand down her belly and onto her vagina. Missy opened her legs wide as he touched her, and moaned as she felt her clitoris stiffen once again under the tender touch of his talented fingers. He removed his finger from her dry button for a few seconds and ran it around the outer rim of her hole, getting it slippery from her juices. Missy was already flowing, and her pussy was soaked.

"Oooooh." If ever a woman was ready to be taken, and be possessed completely, Missy was at that stage now. It would be years before she would once again reach the stage of excitement and total surrender to a man that she was feeling now. Her eyes were closed but her mouth and legs were opened wide.

He began stroking her again and said, "Now you can learn how to play with yourself, and how to come, then you'll know why I was so excited a little while ago."

Missy began moaning a little louder. She reached down and placed her hand on his arm as if to guide his movements, while not hindering him in any way. A minute went by, then two.

The farm hand sensed Missy was getting close, and placed his lips gently over hers. He began probing her mouth with his tongue while leaving space for her to take in the extra air she was going to need.

Missy suddenly tensed, raising her pelvis to push harder against his hand. "Oooohhhh!”, she let out a loud groan as her first orgasm ever began coursing through her body. She clutched at him, grabbing his head with her left hand to kiss him harder as the strange, electric convulsions went through her in waves.

"Oooohhhh!" Missy continued to groan as the orgasm overwhelmed her, making her nipples erect, increasing her pulse rate and causing her to shake violently. He held Missy tenderly until she regained control. Her body was all shiny with sweat, partly due to the early summer warmth in the bunkhouse, but mostly it was from the intensity of an orgasm that had been waiting for years to happen.

"Oh my, what happened to me? … I had heard about orgasms but I had no idea it would be like that," Missy said as she stared somewhere into space.

"I'm glad I was here at the right time. A lot of girls have their first experience with a young guy who doesn't know what to do, and he usually ends up coming too fast while the girl is still wondering what it was all about."

Missy nodded blankly, still confused in her understanding, as he reluctantly released her and climbed off the bunk. Using the towel, he gently wiped her again, including the wet spot his penis had left along her thigh. She sat up and he handed her the towel. "Now wipe me," he said, looking down at her.

Her left hand trembling slightly while she used it to lift and shift his semi-erect penis around, Missy wiped him gently with the towel in her right hand. The bottom side of his shaft was still soaked from lying on her belly. Missy could not help but to notice that each time she lifted his penis off his thigh, it felt heavy even though one end was connected to his body. She got him dry and he said, "Now milk it like a cow, and wipe the rest of the juice off it."

Missy knew how to milk a cow. She had done that for years. Missy wrapped her left hand around his shaft, which had grown a little from her touch. As she squeezed him and pulled down, Missy noted that her thumb and middle finger wouldn't touch together because of his thickness even though he wasn't completely hard. She squeezed harder until her two fingers touched.

"Not so hard, honey. Just do it easy, and milk anything inside out to the end. That's it. See that juice hanging on the end? One more wipe and you've got it."

Missy was fascinated, she had only ever seen a cow teat act like that when she squeezed and, for sure, this was no milk that she was getting. She suddenly put two and two together and realised that this was just like what she saw when she helped her daddy get the old Bull to 'service' the cows to get them pregnant. Daddy had told her that those big old bags that hung beneath the bull's tail was where all that white stuff came from and she wondered if that was the same with this farm hand who had covered her with his. She reached down below his half softened prick and gave his testicles a squeeze.

"Oww! Don't you go being so rough, Danny's very sensitive down there", he exclaimed.

Missy pulled her hand away, fearful of what he might do or say next … but at least when he yelled out he let her know his name! She sat back and pulled on her panties and straightened her skirt and blouse. Danny saw her confusion and said, "Hey, I'm not mad with you. That's a nice thing for girl to do to a man but ya gotta know to treat them right. Come here."

She went and sat on the bunk and Danny stood in front of her and told her to gently feel his hairy balls and lift their weight. While she explored him Danny explained to her that those soft balls, as she suspected, were a 'storage container' for that white juice (cum he called it) and had to be treated gently. He said that she had really caused him to 'drain them' today.

Missy was fascinated by all his talk. She had never seen anything so exciting as when his spunk had shot out and from what he said, it explained so much about things that her parents had never mentioned or spoke about.

She continued sitting on the edge of the bunk and watched as Danny put his pants on. He told her that he 'felt better' now after his morning break but he was going back out to join the others out in the field. She was a little disappointed for she thought that maybe he could tell her a lot more and answer questions that were now filling up her mind. She'd never seen a penis before now other than baby boy weenies when they had been having diapers changed and she couldn't believe how such a change in size could happen. She confessed to him that she loved the feel of holding him as, at his direction, she put his soft penis into his jeans for him and slid his zipper up. Danny laughed at her naivety and jokingly asked her if she liked holding it that much perhaps she would like to 'aim' his penis for him while he took a piss. Missy didn't realise he was joking and excitedly agreed, thinking that would be fun to do, and see.

They looked out the windows of the bunkhouse, and seeing no one around, left together. Danny and Missy were still in the area between the bunkhouse and the outhouses when one of the other two farm hands, Billy, came out of the men's outhouse and walked towards them!

Billy looked a little perplexed when he saw Danny and Missy walking together and coming from the direction of the bunkhouse and he stopped, an unspoken question on his face.

Danny was quick, "Hi Billy, Missy came over to close the bunkhouse door when she saw it open in the wind. I was just getting ready to come to work. I think I feel a little better now."

Billy apparently accepted the explanation and, though his smile might have been intended for Danny, he was looking at Missy. "Glad to hear it, you didn't look too good last night. I was just coming to check on you. Might as well go get my sunglasses while I'm here," Billy finished with a grin, and went on into the bunkhouse.

Danny gave Missy a smile, squeezed her hand, and said, "I guess we'll have to pass on the aiming while I pee. As far as the rest goes, It'll be our secret. You have nothing to fear from me."

Missy returned to the farmhouse. Her mother and sister had gone shopping so there was no one to miss her which was why Missy hadn't been too concerned about being discovered.

It wasn't until a little later that she remembered-because of holding and kissing each other after they were dressed, she and Danny had forgotten to straighten Billy's bunk, and Missy was pretty sure there had been wet stains on the blanket! It was too late to go back now and try to make up his bunk.

Though she wanted to have more adventures with Danny, Missy stayed away from the bunkhouse for the remainder of the summer. This was more in fear of being caught than the fear that something may happen.

Missy would have let Danny fuck her, taking her cherry, if he had persisted. She had felt ready when he was showing her what it would be like, and had been a little disappointed when he didn't. When Danny had gone deeper into her on some of the strokes, almost getting his head through her inner lips and the pleasure had greatly outweighed the discomfort.

Missy smiled at Danny when sometimes he looked at her. She was letting him know that it was all right, and he seemed to sense that their adventure was a special, one-time thing.

Billy, on the other hand, would sometimes give her a knowing look, and Missy would blush and look away. Billy never said anything, but Missy was certain that Billy must have spotted his wrinkled bunk, with the still-wet stains, and had figured out that Missy had been fucked by Danny. She wondered if she should tell that she hadn't been, well, almost hadn't been!

Billy and Danny didn't returned the following summer, and Missy heard her *** mention that Danny was in college on the GI Bill and had gotten married finally, to some gal over in Dodge City. Missy wondered if Danny had managed to marry a virgin.

After that one moment of weakness, her strict moral upbringing took over again and Missy was careful to observe the values of abstinence until marriage. No one managed to touch her physically, after Danny, until Jimmy came along.

Jimmy had been raised with the same moral values and strict upbringing as herself and during their courting days they went no further than having Jimmy fondle her bare breasts under her bra before they were married; even then Missy made him wait until they were engaged before she would let him.

Missy was determined to bring innocence and purity into her marriage, and she knew that Jimmy was expecting the same from the woman he wanted to marry.

On their wedding night, Missy mentally compared Jimmy's penis to Danny's as best she could from the memory of that day in the bunkhouse; she determined that Jimmy was not as long as Danny had been, nor was he as thick. She remembered how her thumb and forefinger had not touched one another when wrapped around Danny's penis, and that was after Danny had already started to soften. With Jimmy, she could touch the two fingers together when Jimmy was fully erect. On the positive side on their wedding night, because Jimmy's penis was smaller, he started through her tight lips a little easier than Danny's had but nonetheless there was still a struggle with her strong maidenhead, and it hurt!

Such were her thoughts on that night when Missy had been thinking more about Danny than her new husband. Jimmy was pushing hard into her, and she was glad that Jimmy was actually the first man to be inside. It wasn't just that it was nice to be a virgin for her husband on their wedding night but she couldn't help thinking how much more painful it would have been had it been with Danny's big cock.

Then there was the other thing; Danny's prediction came true for once Jimmy finally managed to get his penis into her, tearing her cherry asunder, he came in less than a minute!?


Missy pulled the last of the laundry out of the washer and ran the pieces through the electric wringer on top of the machine. She placed the clothes into the wicker basket, and as Missy arose, she spotted herself in a mirror. Setting the basket back down, she studied herself in the mirror, which was vertical, and permitted a view of her from mid-thighs up. On impulse Missy turned and went into the bedroom next to the kitchen.

Jimmy and Missy used this room for sleeping. It was smaller than the main bedroom at the front of the single-level house. They preferred it because since it was situated on the East side of the house it was easier to heat in the winter and it was cooler on a summer evening away from the setting sun. An added benefit was that the rising sun would awaken them if they overslept for any reason. They planned to move into the larger bedroom when children came along.

Missy had decorated the room as much as their budget would allow. The large brass bed, (a wedding present from her grandmother) was located to the right as you entered the room, and a seven-foot-tall armoire that had been in Jimmy's ****** for over a hundred years was on the left, against the wall. The east-facing window was to the right of the bed and looked out upon the barn and allowed sight of some of the lane that led to the highway.

Missy turned to the left, going to the hand carved oak armoire. This was where she kept her nicer 'Sunday-go-to-meetin' clothes. She pulled a white, lacy dress out of the centre of the rack and placed it against herself, looking into one of the mirrors installed on the inside of the armoire doors. Missy had purchased the dress two months ago and it was still waiting an occasion to be worn.

Missy took one last peek at herself in the mirror. "I guess the first time I'll get to wear this will be at Mary Lou Parker's wedding shower next month. The trouble is, the shower's just for women."

Then she thought, in passing, "I wonder how our farmhand would react if he saw me in this dress."

Placing the dress on the bed, she tugged her sweater off and dropped her jeans to the floor.

Except for white panties, she stood nude before the mirror. The two doors could be adjusted to allow a view of her from different angles, from the sides and rear, as well as the front.

Missy studied herself. She had matured nicely, and figured she looked even better than she had at eighteen. Her silky, light brown hair was below shoulder length when down, which was much longer than the current popular style. Jimmy had said that he liked to see her hair long so she had done so since their marriage over three years ago. Her hair tended towards split ends at this length, and Missy kept it trimmed and curled at the end.

Jimmy didn't seem to notice that it never grew longer, and she didn't tell him that she was trimming it. It was up at the moment, held in place by two bobby pins and a clip in the back.

Missy examined her breasts (Momma had told her that she ought do that regular to check for lumps). They were very firm and about the size of small grapefruits, which meant that as she wasn't very tall and was quite slim that they looked quite large on her small body. She turned sideways in order to look at her breasts again. So far, no signs of sagging. Her breasts were topped by large pink nipples placed high on the globes so that it appeared her breasts were actually pointing up. Missy grasped the nipples in both hands, tweaked them and gasped as she felt the familiar feelings and then she studied herself in the mirror with erect nipples.

Her waist was small. Missy sucked her stomach in, and though it did nothing for her already flat and firm waist, her breasts jutted even further out. Missy turned completely around and looked over her shoulder. Her butt was nicely rounded, high, firm and smooth.

Jimmy often told Missy that except for her secret part, her tight pussy, he couldn't decide which feature of her body he liked most. Jimmy said that her other body parts, usually covered by clothes, were still visible to others on the exterior, and men didn't always like the same things.

Jimmy said that on most women he personally liked legs, because he could view them on a woman more often than the parts that were usually covered, and legs were especially sexy when a pair of seamed nylons covered them. He had even admitted one day, after they had gone into town and had a treat of lunch at the diner, that he had seen a woman slide out of a booth and ****** the garter belt on both of her legs. He said, without thinking about what he was saying to her, that he felt that a woman in a garter belt was the sexiest thing of all.

Missy studied her legs. She had nicely shaped thighs, well rounded and shapely calves. She knew that tall women with long shapely legs had an advantage when displaying them but her legs always seemed to draw admiring looks from men (and women) when she wore shorts.

Jimmy never seemed to mind when men stared at her. As a matter of fact, she suspected that Jimmy enjoyed it. Despite what she considered to be her movie star appearance, Missy was not conceited about her looks, and she was well liked by her closest female friends.

Missy lifted the white lacy dress from the bed and raising her arms, placed it over her head and lowered it over her body. She adjusted it and eyed herself in the mirror. Just as it had looked in the mirror at the department store, it displayed her body to advantage. It was low cut, and despite her large chest, it hung loose across the bodice. This allowed a generous display of the crevice between her breasts to anyone tall enough, or close enough, to see.

Missy hadn't yet worn the dress in public, and Jimmy had not seen her in it. She was waiting for the right time. During the past two months they had done no more than go to the drive-in movies, to see some western not worth remembering. Missy didn't feel that a drive-in was the place for this dress, although Missy knew that she'd probably create a stir in the snack bar line.

The drive-in was like a window-to-the-world for Missy. They could only receive two local television stations from Wichita, and Missy didn't spend much time in front of their old black and white television set. At the drive-in Missy saw in the movies not only how other people lived, in exotic places like New York and California, but she also got to see what other people closer to home got up to in their cars when they were away from their houses.

Missy often watched discretely as couples gradually 'disappeared' in the cars around them. Their Chevrolet pickup sat a little higher than most of the vehicles and Missy would sometimes see a couple slip down in their seats only to reappear a few minutes later in the form of knees, feet, or a bare pair of buttocks moving up and down in the glow of the screen or moonlight.

Missy had commented to Jimmy about them being 'out of swing with the times' and Jimmy had told her she shouldn't be looking and that those couples were being immoral. He predicted that when those folks eventually got married their spouses would be disappointed to learn that they weren't the first. This exchange had first occurred between them before marriage, and Jimmy still seemed to think that way but Missy noticed that Jimmy sometimes stole glances at the sweating couples in the cars next to them when he didn't think Missy was looking at him.

One time at the drive-in, Missy was sitting in the middle of the pickup's front seat, which was a bench, and Jimmy was on her right, in the passenger side. They, and most young couples, sat this way at the drive-ins so that the steering wheel was not in the way, and also because most men were right-handed, and needed to be on the right side of their woman.

While seated beside Jimmy, who was involved in watching the battle scenes in some war movie, Missy was supposedly laying her head on his shoulder and watching the movie, but in actuality, she was looking behind Jimmy's neck and watching the couple parked to their right. Since their pickup was higher, she could see down into the car and watch all the goings on. The old car had folding seats that lay back to be made into a bed and the couple beside them were taking advantage of this feature, big time. Missy couldn't see the intimate parts unfortunately, like penis, tits and vagina, but she could see the guy's ass in the air, and the girl's legs wrapped around him. The boy, or man, seemed to have good control, because his ass kept pumping, up, and down, up, and down, over and over, and this went on for at least 15 minutes, maybe longer. She saw the butt cheeks suddenly move faster and then one final time they stopped moving, just out of sight and she was certain that over the soundtrack of the battle on the screen she heard a kind of grunting and she figured that the guy must be shooting his 'cum stuff' just like she had seen that time with Danny in the bunkhouse.

Missy had wanted to fuck right then and there, but she knew better. Jimmy was involved with his war movie and Missy knew better and had not said a word about what she had been watching.


From his position of concealment in the west window of the barn, Leon watched his boss's wife Missy hanging clothes on the line. Each time Missy bent over to retrieve an article of clothing from the basket, her blouse would sag and Leon would catch a glimpse of her breasts!

The barn stood between the farmhouse and the highway located about one-quarter mile away to the South. Anyone approaching the farm from the highway was not visible from the farmhouse until his or her vehicle passed the barn.

Leon usually parked on the backside of the barn to pick up the tractor or implements he may need for the day's work. As a result, his employer, Jimmy and his wife, Missy Braun, were usually not aware of his arrival until he made his presence known by driving the tractor out of the barn and past the farmhouse.

The clothes-line ran from the centre of the yard and attached to the wall of the barn just two feet from the window at which Leon now stood. The elevated wooden floor of the workshop in this portion of the barn placed him several feet above Missy's level, permitting Leon to look down at her without much danger of being spotted.

At nineteen, Leon Moreno was strong, and worked fast and hard. This usually allowed him to take a 'siesta' in mid-afternoon when the sun was hottest, in the tradition of his grandparents, who still lived in Mexico.

Leon was known as 'The Mexican farmhand' at the two Kansas farms where he was employed part time. His parents had legally immigrated into the United States from Mexico before Leon was born and he lived with his parents on the farm they were still paying off which was located a few miles west of the Braun farm. His parents had instilled in him the wisdom of frugality and hard work, the same values that had enabled them to make the transition to the United States.

One advantage to living at home was having the free use of a vehicle. His parents allowed him to treat their Chevy pickup as his own, keeping the Dodge station wagon for themselves. Leon used the pickup for commuting to work and to go out on dates, usually to a drive-in theatre, each Friday or Saturday night.

Leon had never fucked a girl, and he didn't know if and when that might happen. So far, Leon had progressed to some heavy petting with some of his Saturday night dates when the girl would let him fondle her nicely shaped breasts on the inside of her brassiere. One time he felt up and caressed her pussy on the outside of her panties and her sighs became so intense that he was sure he had bought her to an orgasm. The best time so far had been that night when he managed to pull his dick out while he was kissing the girl and she slowly stroked his cock. He saw her eyes widen in surprise, and her face evolve into a smile. Leon didn't know if her look of surprise and delight was just from seeing a penis, or from seeing that he had a thick, over eight-inch-long, dark-skinned rod.

Leon had not climaxed that night at the drive-in. He was scared that he might make a mess on the car seats and his parents would be mad with him. Anyway, cleanup would have been awkward, at best, so his orgasm had been accomplished later, alone in his own bed.

Now that eight-inch plus rod was in his hand, and the woman of his dreams was hanging laundry on a line outside the barn's window.

Missy had started at the end of the clothesline closest to the house, keeping the basket in front of her, and as a result she kept bending over in Leon's direction as she worked toward the barn.

This was the second time Leon had surreptitiously watched from the window as Missy was hanging clothes, and this time the viewing was much better. Missy was wearing a white, V-neck, button-down-the-front blouse, the kind that only had three buttons and the first button started between her breasts, in the valley. Each time Missy bent over to pick up clothes or wooden pegs most of her breasts were visible. It was obvious, even from where Leon stood, that these were the breasts of a woman, not seventeen year olds tits like the girls at the drive-in had.

Missy was drawing close now, and so was Leon. Even though he was only holding it, without stroking, his cock was on the edge of exploding. She bent over, six feet from the wall below the window, and lingered, shaking the wrinkles out of Jimmy's shirts prior to hanging them. Missy wasn't wearing a bra, and Leon could see both breasts clearly, and for the first time, her nipples!

His excitement overtook him and his throbbing rod began blasting several jets of come onto the wall and floor in front of him. If he had not suddenly pushed his cock downwards, his come might have flown over the window ledge and landed on Missy. The orgasm had been almost involuntary. Leon began to stroke it. His rapid stroking extended his pleasure and two more long range bursts shot out, followed by several smaller blobs of come that oozed out and fell straight onto the wooden floor.

Leon was breathing hard as he watched Missy walk away, empty basket in hand. His penis was still as hard as a rock. He used his boot to rub the puddle of semen on the floor into the floorboards until it had almost disappeared. Looking around, he picked up a loose rag and wiped the evidence of his dripping ejaculation off the wall as best he could his erect penis still pointing the way before tossing the rag into the a trash can. Smiling and shaking his head at his predicament, Leon waited a few minutes, forcing himself to think about work, cars, sports, and horses, anything but Missy and eventually his penis softened enough that he could stuff it in his jeans.

Leon climbed back on the tractor and returned to the fields. As he drove the plough up and down the field his thoughts kept returning to Missy for the rest of the afternoon. It was Friday and he didn't have a date until tomorrow night. He wondered if he could move the date up. It would be good to have a female hold it with her warm hand.


Jimmy Braun stood in the hayloft and looked around the store of supplies he had retained from when the Gas station closed down. He found what he was looking for and was just about to pick up a case of oil when he heard the barn door creak open. He knew better than to shout down a greeting as Leon entered the barn for he thought that this might be the chance to see just what the boy got up to when he thought nobody was looking. He had his suspicions that the farmhand had been lusting after his wife and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw Leon go directly to the West window where he saw him pull out his penis. He kept quiet for Missy also came into Jimmy's line of sight as she drew close to the window and he realised that Leon was watching his wife. Although Jimmy couldn't see Missy's breasts from his angle, he knew exactly what Leon was seeing.

Jimmy studied Leon's penis as best he could from his lofty distance and although Leon's right hand was in the way as he masturbated, but as best Jimmy could tell, it looked like Leon had a dick that measured at least eight inches in length, maybe more. Leon's hand was big, and Jimmy could clearly see cock showing on both sides of Leon's hand as he stroked his penis. It looked thick too, as best Jimmy could tell from seeing one side of it and it had one heck of a fat knob for a head.

He quickly decided it was a lot bigger and fatter than his own but for the sake of comparison he unzipped his own pants and took out his own stiff cock and he leaned back on a hay bale and wanked.

Jimmy watched as Leon shot his load over a foot in distance, hitting the wall at the same level or higher than his penis. Jimmy wasn't mad. He felt excited and a little proud over the fact that Leon had been ogling and fantasizing about Missy, his wife. After all, he himself had taken plenty of occasions as a teenager to do the same with other females by peering through holes he had drilled in the gas station outhouse. That thought and the sight of Leon cumming over the floor was enough to make him shoot his own load.

After stuffing his penis into his jeans, Jimmy used his foot to rub his own puddle of cum into the floorboards of the loft before descending the ladder. As he walked across the dirt floor, Jimmy heard the tractor fire up and start moving.

"Hi Leon, and good morning!" That was Missy, greeting Leon with a smile as he carefully drove the tractor past Missy on the way out to the fields. "Good morning, ma'am. I'll see you at lunch time."

Jimmy paused before going through the door and out into the yard where Missy would see him. Since Missy was still hanging clothes, Jimmy wanted to see exactly what Leon had been seeing from that lower window. He climbed the ladder and crept over to the window, and when he looked down, a glorious sight greeted him. Missy was right below his window, and she was bending over and digging a wet article of clothing from her basket.

Tits! A beautiful display of tits was what greeted Jimmy as he stared down at his wife. No wonder Leon had shot such a glorious load if that was what he had been looking down at! Even though he had already blasted a load up in the loft, Jimmy whipped his penis out and began stroking. No need to wait for it to grow, it was already there.

Missy was working at the end of the wire though and it looked like her basket only had a couple of items to go before she would be finished hanging clothes. Jimmy hurried, his mouth wide open as he looked down and ogled his own wife's breasts. Those were breasts that he knew exactly what they looked like when uncovered. Breasts that he had fondled and sucked on, but now it was like he was seeing them for the first time because he was seeing them through Leon's eyes as he had masturbated while seeing another man's wife's tits.

'Oh Missy, you are so beautiful, like a dream, the prettiest face and body in the whole world.' Jimmy almost groaned out loud as he followed Leon's performance, spurting a load against the wall and onto the floor as Missy bent over one last time, picked up the empty basket and headed towards their farmhouse. She was done, and so was Jimmy.

Jimmy's head was abuzz as he wondered what she might be thinking if only she knew that two penises had just blasted away within 10 feet of her head. Would she be disgusted or, maybe, proud? Would she like to have seen that eight plus incher on the other man or would she be the innocent wife and deny any interest and look the other way?

His thoughts turned a little darker when although he didn't want another man to know her in that way he couldn't but wonder what it would be like to see her in bed with a man like Leon, with a penis that is noticeably larger than mine, the man you married.'

Jimmy walked over and dug out the rag that he had seen Leon use to wipe his come off the wall of the barn and, being careful not to touch the sticky wet areas, used it to wipe his own come off the wall. Then, still holding the rag with one hand, he used his right shoe to rub his own come into the floorboards, almost exactly over the spot where Leon had deposited his load. He dropped the rag back into the same barrel and climbed down the ladder. He needed right now to talk to Missy.

"Oh, Hi Jimmy. I thought you had already gone out to the fields." Missy greeted her husband in the kitchen with that ever-present warm smile that endeared her to so many.

"I came back to pick up some tools and saw from all the clothes on the line that you have already been a very busy girl this morning."

"Yes, and Leon drove by me on the tractor not long before I finished hanging the clothes."

"Did he pass right by you?"

Missy frowned, "Why yes, he drove between the clothesline and the barn when he went by. Why do you ask?"

Jimmy smiled. "I was just wondering because that blouse you are wearing is cut a little low, and if you were bending over when Leon went by, he might have gotten an eyeful!"

Involuntarily, without thinking that it didn't matter now, Missy's right hand went up to the top of the blouse and she pushed it inwards into the valley between her two tits as if to keep anyone from looking down the front. She looked flustered. "I didn't think of that. Do you suppose he saw something? I'm not wearing a bra under." Her face even seemed to redden as she looked at Jimmy with concern.

"He probably didn't see anything, but if he was looking down in your direction, his imagination probably went wild." Jimmy smiled, "I know that mine does anytime you dress like that."

"I wasn't trying to look 'sexy' or anything like that," Missy said defensively, "I was just doing my chores." Missy looked concerned, as if she had committed some kind of crime.

Jimmy smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. Leon has been with us a while now, and I am sure that any thoughts he might have about you he would keep to himself. But he's a young man, growing up and I can't blame him if he happened to try and get a peek if he thought you didn't know."

"Well, I'll be more careful in the future."

"Hey, it's OK. I love you and I really don't mind if you want to give him a peek or such ..." He looked at the clock on the kitchen wall, "… but I'd better get going." Jimmy grabbed her around her waist and gave Missy a quick kiss on the lips before she had a chance to say anything more, "… I'll see you at lunch, bye."

"Bye dear." Missy watched as her husband walked away. She frowned to herself. 'Did Leon see my breasts? Does he think of me in that way? He has never shown anything but respect for me, he never looks directly into my eyes, and he always refers to me with 'ma'am.' She sighed and thought about what her husband had just said, did he really say he 'didn't mind'?

She didn't know it, that two men had been masturbating over the sight of her breasts (her husband having done it twice) but neither did she know that something else of significance had happened that day, that Jimmy had started to have thoughts of how he might get to see Leon fuck his wife.

No, Missy didn't know it but she did start to wonder more about Leon.