From the age of 12, and until I graduated richly school, I worked all my summer in wheat/oat/ barley fields for farmers in Northern Oklahoma and Southern Kansas.
I began scooping cereal in BIN on the farm, which would be used for planting the next year's crop.

Wheat and barley was bad enough, but scooping oats was an itchy bitch. The husks were sharp and would break in your skin, causing constant irritation. Oat detritus was speculative on breathing, too.

The irregular year, I graduated to driving an old garbage dump truck, loaded with cereal, to the elevator. I could barely touch the pedals, but once I got the hang of it, they turned me escaped. Over those years, I believe that driving that old International was the highlight of all my farming years… except the summertime when I was 18.

I worked for a family that year. The old man & his wife ( Mr. & Mrs. K ), their old son, ( Wally & his family.. wife, Mary ; daughter, Maria ; and the little boy, Wally Jr. ) AND… Kenneth, the new son who was married but I can't remember her name… we'll just foretell her ‘ Puss ’. She always seemed kind of a cunt to me.

During the calendar week, Monday thru Saturday, I lived with the old couple, Mr & Mrs K.
I had graduated to operating the combine, rolling the big grain motortruck, and doing all phases of tractor drive ( plowing, disking, pulling the springtooth harrows, orbitual hoe, mowing… all of it. Mr. K would say,"we need to adopt tending of ‘ such & such'field of study,"and I would go do it.

high noon repast were always at Wally's menage, unless we were working a field too far away to labor the tractor there in ten mo, or less.
right wing here, I need to insert that the family were Mennonites ... maybe Quakers… maybe Amish… Pentecostal… Wiccans… not definite on that one, at all. I do recall the female person always wore apparel or annulus. Many clock time, I wondered if they wore underwear beneath those skirts.

SO….. One day, I was turning dirt in the uttermost field of force from Wally's place, four or five miles to the western United States. Not a home, barn or fence contrast in sight for as far as I could see.
Mr. K had told me that Madonna, or Calophyllum longifolium would bring me my dinner ( what we were raised to call the twelve noon meal ). He, Wally and Kenneth were going to Wichita to look at some new equipment, and would be gone until late in the day.

I was at the far end of the field when I saw the'56, salmon & white, Ford drive up to the Tree parentage and Park in the nicety. When I got closer, I saw Mary, Wally's wife ( probably 36 or 37 at the time ) standing outside the car wearing blue shorts and a tartan shirt that was unbuttoned, but tied at the underside. ( in later twelvemonth, I often wondered if Daisy Duke patterned her kit after Mary's )

I can retrieve thinking,"What the piece of tail ? ? ...."Now, this was a nice looking char ; even without makeup, which she never wore. I climbed off the tractor and told her I needed to pace behind the tree for a minute to ease myself ( the vibration of the tractor were always a little rough on the bladder ). Mary told me,"It's okay, Donnie, I've seen a few peter in my time. Just pull off your jeans and pissing. Let's eat ; then we'll spiel a footling before you go back to work."

I'm pretty sure my nous completely ceased to function as I stood there, watching The Virgin untie the tush of her shirt.
needle to say, my teen rooster jumped to attending and I was about to piss my pants as well. But I wasn't about to direct my optic off the lot before me.
Now, I hadn't been a virgin for a while, but here was a grown woman, mother of a jolly 19yr old daughter and a 12yr old boy.

Her picket mamilla, tipped with pink glory and mamilla, were fan-fucking-tastic. My eyes were glued to them when I heard her say,"Donnie ? Have you ever screwed a womanhood ?"That brought me out of my trance and I answered,"Ummm… some girls. But I've never fucked a full grown woman… I mean, my girl is fully grown, I guess ; but you're… uh… well, you're… ma'am, I've never seen anything like you."

She chuckled and asked me if I was athirst or not. That confused me a little because she already had my mind on tits… and twat. But I told her yes, I was hungry.
"goodness. I want you to get all your clothes off and piss. We'll eat, as soon as you screw me real good."
I must pee-pee a note right here and say that I never heard The Virgin say the countersign, ‘ fuck ’. She always said ‘ screw ’.

I tripped over the draglinks on the binding of the old Twin urban center four cylinder as I tried to hide behind the tractor to run out my bladder. Madonna, of trend, was giggling like a stripling the whole time. I know I was as anxious as a dog named Spot, trying to learn program line like Stop, Trot and Squat.

Whole I was pissing, I peeked over the cowling. Again, my eyes just HAD to be lying to me ; Mary was turned toward the John Ford, set over and working her tight shorts down to her ankles.
Once more, I thought,"What the screwing is going on ? ... She always wears a dress…. She rarely smiles. …My God, that's a o.k. ass. …Is Wally gon na testify up and kill me ? …Does she really want to fuck… or is she just fuckin'with me ?"

I didn't zip up when I came back around the front of the tractor. My shaft was still out and hard enough to use as a splittin'sub,"Do you really stand for this, Ma'am ? You want me to have sex you ?"

She bent, put her hands on the backwards seat, her ass toward me. Looking over her shoulder, she told me to screw her from behind.
Hesitantly, I dropped my own jeans and stepped out of them. I still couldn't believe it, but Ol'Fat Boy homed in on the ‘ buck ’, at the centre of her crotch.

She, evidently, had smoothed a little Vaseline on her pussy hole because I slid into her sooo easily. As bad as I hate to admit it, ( but my mind was so tinker's damn blown away ) that I shot my encumbrance within the first ten heart. Unfazed, Mary stood and faced me,"My goodness, did I excite you that practically ? I'll make a stack with you ; we'll sit on the cover and eat dinner, then we'll try it again, if it's okey with you."

"okeh with me ? ? This fine mother-fucker wants me to fuck her again ? Fuckin'ripe I'll screw her again… if Wally don't prove up with a shotgun and mess up my ass to kingdom come ... Or worse yet, he could castrate me."

We had fried chicken and potato salad with cooky. I guess they were unspoilt, but all I could cerebrate about was the hole between those slim down legs, just under the red bush. I believe Blessed Virgin smiled at me more during that simple, picnic meal, than she smiled all summer… or maybe she was just amused at my obvious reaction.
She picked up the photographic plate and branching, pitched me a wet towel, and busied herself putting affair back in the car.

I never took my eye off her, and she knew it. She pulled a span of small pillows from the vertebral column seat and brought them to the mantle. Without saying a word, she sat on one and laid back, her red hair resting on the other. She lifted her knees and overspread them, showing me what I wanted to see… and what I wanted to fuck. To this day, I can see that noblewoman's cunt, in my mind.

She didn't speak as she curled her power digit and beckoned me to her. I crawled between her legs and sank my irradiation to the bottom. Her oink told me it was where she wanted it, too.
My back talk went to her firm tits and I sucked hard ; first one, then the other.
Mostly, I just wanted to fuck her as fast as I could and empty my nuts again. Not Madonna, though… her yearn fingers grabbed my ass and controlled the speed of my thrusts.

A match of meter in the yesteryear, one of my lady friend had claimed they'd had orgasms, but IF they were acting, they could have taken object lesson that day. Mary pulled me in when it felt salutary to her and slowed me down to crap it cobbler's last. It was a totally new experience for me… and I liked the dickhead out of it.

When it was plain to her that there was no more wait for me, she jerked me into her and jammed herself upward, off the pillow. She started cumming first, but only by a few seconds.
I thought every bit of fluid between my stomach and my toes was blasting through my balls as I shot, and stab, and shot stream, after stream of hot sperm into her.

Even as I began to slacken down, Virgin Mary was still squealing,"O H, YES… Thomas More, MORE… DON'T STOP ! DON'T blockage ! DON'T plosive ! ease up ME Sir Thomas More, DONNIE ! YES… OH YES.."
So I started pumping harder again, and, for the outset time in my young life history, I felt a second billow force its way from my Lucille Ball. Although a much barge batch, it still felt amazing.

wellspring, being 18, and considering what I just went through with Mary, I felt like it would only be proper to kiss the pretty… naked… sweaty… naked… smiling… naked lady who was under my equally sweaty dead body. Nope, that didn't happen,"Don't kiss me, Donnie. Kissing is a sign of love and we don't love each other. Wally is the only man who can kiss me."

Sooooo… with even more mix-up in my thinker, I rolled off her and onto the blanket,"cuddling is a sign of love… but nookie isn't ? …Maybe I better join THIER church."

As she dressed, The Virgin asked about my water jug. Although I told her I had hatful, she took it with her and told me Maria would bring me unfermented water later,"Just remember, Donnie, she's young so be decent to her… and never say a word about this day to anyone."
With that statement, she drove the Ford down the dirt road, leaving me standing there… still naked.

I was pretty thirsty a couple hours later when I saw the old'48 Chevy pickup puff into the fly-by-night parking office where I had just had the most surprise, and satisfying, sexual experience of my life. I would give to be careful that I didn't get a heavily on thinking about Blessed Virgin's tits, ass, smile… and her fucktastic pussy.

My eyes popped out as Maria climbed out of the tone arm.
It appeared that her body was latterly in developing ; she was much small-scale than her mother… and already nude.
She waved as I drove the tractor close, raising the plow out of the ground so I wouldn't cross the symmetrical traffic pattern or tear up a useful terrace… or wreck the entire, fucking, rig because I had more pussy on my mind, and in my eyes.

I knew, immediately, that I was going to fuck that ‘ niggling bit older'girl and was hoping for more than once. She handed me the water jug and I strapped it to the front of the tractor… never taking my eyes off her… and the prancing display she was putting on for me.
I never wore a shirt when working the study, so all I had to get rid of was my jeans and shoes… which took a mere three seconds.

It suddenly dawned on me,"Blessed Virgin left the mantle and pillows for this, not for me to loosen on, in the shade. She knew Maria would want have it away, too. My, God… I CAN'T believe this shit !"

"Donnie ? Are you just gon na put up there ? Or will you fuck me ?"
"Uh, Maria, I'm sorry. I just can't believe what's happening today… or why ? YOU surprise me. You're always dressed in…. and your mom never said ‘ shtup'when she was here, but you just did."

"Ah-Ha ! So you DID fuck her ! I thought so, but she didn't tell me."

"SONOFABITCH !, I wasn't supposed to say anything. Wally's gon na find out and cut my balls off."

"Don't worry about it ; your dick is the biggest one I've seen. C'mon, let's do it."
She hit that blanket, propped her Young ass on a pillow, caught the back of her human knee with her hand and jerked her legs all the way up, beside her head,"Here it is ! Help yourself."

I did.

Maria's pussy was much tighter than her mother's, about which I had NO complaint. It took three pushes to get my cock all the way into the girlfriend, but once it was there, she started with the vocal,"Oh, my, Donnie, that feels so good. It's the best one I've ever had in me. Oh, yes, right there… oh, that's good, that's in force. Ummmm yeah… just the way I like it to feel. Ahhh… yeah, fuck me, have it away me, fuck me. Oh I hope you can finale a long… ohhh… a prospicient time. Uh, uh, uh… so good."

She finally let go of her legs and wrapped them behind me. Some day, if they continued to grow, those stage would be locking ankles and really give a man a wonderful shtup. She was much more active in her body moving under me, too.
As I thought about it in my later years, Virgin Mary had probably had so much more experience and recognize exactly what motility made her feel best.
Maria, on the other mitt, was trying everything she could to get my cock in just the proper office for herself,"Mmmm… I like this, Donnie. I really like this. I wish we could do this all day. Uh, uh, uh… just me and you, mmmm… fucking all day. Oh, God, that would be so gooood…"

other than Mary's exclamations when her orgasms hit, she barely made a sound when I had pounded her, earlier.
Maria, on the other hand, ran her pretty picayune mouth the unharmed time.
What the hell ; maybe if I kissed her, she shut the fuck up.

Unlike her mother, Maria seemed thirsty to be kissed. The thought crossed my creative thinker that I would probably have to get hitched with the missy, now that I had kissed and fucked her. Wally would be standing behind me with a 12gauge shotgun, too.

My balls began to tingle as I thought there could be worse things to do with my life. I would be married, barely out of highschool school. I'd probably be a dad, but not to my girlfriend's babe. As my crank started contracting, I buried my rooster gruelling and late with each poke. I was going to cum hard in this small lady friend and she was going to have a go at it it.

Maybe those tractor vibrations had accelerated the cognitive process of recovery, because I swear I dumped a quart of hot cum inside mare's tight puss. Evidently, the spare warmness set her own orgasm off as she squirmed, humped and swore like a sailor as her young body wracked with tremors.

We laid in each other's arms for a spell ; her manpower fondling my tool and balls, my knife and lips working on her footling pap and kissing her pocket-sized lips.

"I have to ask you something, Maria."
"About free people Will Day ?"
"Free Will Day ? Is that what you call what we just did ?"
"No, I call that fucking. Mom probably just called it screwing, right ?"

I nodded and asked,"So what is loose will Day ?"
"The elder study the moon and asterisk. About every six month, they will declare a Free Will Day. On that day, men are allowed to bump other cleaning lady and have sex with them. Women do the same, but only on free Will Day… no former time.
"cipher asks their wife, or husband, who they were with on free people Will Day. My young man won't ask me, and I won't ask him. It's as simple as that. Once we have some strange dick in us, or they get some unusual pussy, it's all over until the next free people Will Day.
"That way, it's prosperous for men and women to bide faithful, knowing that another day will come ; when they can seek out somebody else for their pleasure.
"A few of the men stay close to home and make love their neighbor's wife, or daughter. nearly of the men go to Wichita and find whores that will do the dirtiest things they can consider of."
She pulled on my solidifying cock,"This thing is getting pretty hard again. Let's do it some more."

I knew there was more puss in store, so I decided to have a little fun,"Well, if we must. thank you for telling me all about Free volition Day. I sure hope I'm working for y'all six month from now. Your mom was an amazing fuck."

"MOM WAS ? What about ME ?"

I kissed her pouty short lips and told her,"Your mom was astonish, my dear, but you are so rattling ; I just want to exist with my rooster in you for the rest of free volition Day. But I have to assure you ; remember when I told you I had a inquiry ? Well, I had no purpose of asking you about all this grand pussy."
"Huh ?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to have it off if you drove naked, all the way from home."

She giggled and told me that she did, in fact.
I asked her if she'd ever been on top during sex, a simple matter Irene, my girlfriend, had taught me.
Calophyllum longifolium had only experienced the missioner position, although The Virgin had told her about doggy style.
I rolled onto my back and helped mare position her cunt on Fat Boy and slew down in place.

She stayed with me the respite of the afternoon while the old Twin metropolis sat stagnate in the tincture. I figured it was my lastly day alive on the land, anyway. Mr. K would displace me for not getting the field finished. Wally would kill and/or de-nut me for fucking his married woman and ( more than likely ) getting his baby young lady pregnant.
If Wally didn't do it, Maria's boyfriend surely would.

Irene and my mother would worry about the disappearance of my body, which would probably be buried in a pale yellow field, six feet under each year's golden crop of grain.
But, as tripping began to fade, and Maria had performed her first blow job, we loaded in the old'48 and slowly beat back back to Mr. K's place.
She made me stop just before the old theatre came in sight and got her blouse, dame and apron out of the small box in the floor board. All I wanted, was to turn around and go back to that blanket, at the bound of the field.
She kissed me and thanked me for the practiced unfreeze Will Day she'd ever had… I hadn't thought to ask her how young she was when she started ‘ celebrating'that day.

The next day was long and hot. I finished the domain shortly after noon and began ‘ roading'back to the future one, which was about two naut mi closer to Kenneth's place. Mr. or Mrs. K hadn't shown up with my dinner, but my stomach began getting excited when I saw Wally's ford coming my way.

I drove the tractor across the shoal ditch and waited…

The low gear glance of the Maria's arm waving from the undefended window made my hawkshaw jump to attending.
It was the like, humble, bare arm that had held me last for so long the day before. The same arm that pulled on my spine and thighs as I fucked her, and fucked her again, and again.

She stopped the car beside me, smiling,"Hi ! Time for dinner. There's some spectre about another quarter mile ; I'll have the blanket ready by the time you get there.
"No Free Will Day today ; it's gon na be sin, Donnie."

That day, we fucked… missionary… twice. She had to go ; I had to get back to work. The next day, while we ate dinner party at Wally's, she seemed excited when she talked about going somrwhere in Eastern Oklahoma for the residuum of the summer.
My first thought ? ..."Some lucky Okie asshole is fixin'to love the rest of his summer."

Three hebdomad later, my work for the K's was finished. Mary drove me to town that in conclusion eventide. Since free testament Day, she had barely looked at me, much less verbalize,"Before you leave, I just want to thank you. You really helped a lot this summer… especially on that one, special day. I hope you work for us again next twelvemonth ; goodbye Donnie."

I moved to the big city, got a much just job and never went their focussing again, but, two class later, I ran into Kenneth and Puss at the local anaesthetic drug store. They told me that the totally family was doing fine, mare was married and had a little, green eyed son ; just a short over a yr old. Her husband was soon to be home from the Army.

tinker's damn the golden bastard… he'd be in a position to fuck his mother-in-law, too… on free people Will Day.

For the record, my eyes are green… .