From the age of 12, and until I graduated gamey shoal, I worked all my summers in wheat/oat/ barley fields for farmers in Northern Oklahoma and Southern Kansas.
I began scooping food grain in bins on the farm, which would be used for planting the following year's crop.

wheat berry and barleycorn was bad enough, but scooping oats was an itchy cunt. The husks were sharply and would break in your skin, causing constant quantity excitation. Oat junk was worse on ventilation, too.

The second yr, I graduated to driving an old shit truck, loaded with grain, to the elevator. I could barely touch the pedals, but once I got the hang of it, they turned me loose. Over those years, I believe that driving that old International was the highlighting of all my husbandry years… except the summertime when I was 18.

I worked for a syndicate that class. The old man & his wife ( Mr. & Mrs. K ), their old son, ( Wally & his family.. wife, Mary ; girl, Calophyllum longifolium ; and the little boy, Wally Jr. ) AND… Kenneth, the youngest son who was married but I can't commemorate her name… we'll just call off her ‘ Puss ’. She always seemed form of a beef to me.

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

twelve noon meals were always at Wally's family, unless we were working a line of business too far away to beat back the tractor there in ten arcminute, or less.
Right here, I need to slip in that the family were Mennonites ... maybe Quakers… maybe Amish… Pentecostal… Wiccans… not definite on that one, at all. I do commemorate the female always wore dresses or skirts. Many clip, I wondered if they wore underclothes beneath those skirts.

SO….. One day, I was turning dirt in the farthest field from Wally's plaza, four or five stat mi to the west. Not a home, barn or fencing line in sight for as far as I could see.
Mr. K had told me that Mary, or Maria would bring me my dinner party ( what we were raised to address the noon meal ). He, Wally and Kenneth were going to Wichita to reckon 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 River & white, Ford drive up to the tree line and parkland in the nicety. When I got closer, I saw The Virgin, Wally's wife ( probably 36 or 37 at the meter ) standing outside the car wearing dispirited shorts and a plaid shirt that was unbuttoned, but tied at the buns. ( in later years, I often wondered if Daisy Duke patterned her getup after Blessed Virgin's )

I can remember thinking,"What the fuck ? ? ...."Now, this was a nice looking woman ; even without make-up, which she never wore. I climbed off the tractor and told her I needed to abuse behind the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree for a minute to take over myself ( the vibrations of the tractor were always a footling rough on the bladder ). Mary told me,"It's okay, Donnie, I've seen a few dicks in my clip. Just pull off your dungaree and water. Let's eat ; then we'll work a fiddling before you go back to work."

I'm pretty certain my psyche completely ceased to function as I stood there, watching Mary untie the bottom of her shirt.
acerate leaf to say, my adolescent cock jumped to aid and I was about to piss my pants as well. But I wasn't about to take my oculus off the raft before me.
Now, I hadn't been a virgin for a while, but here was a grown cleaning lady, female parent of a pretty 19yr old daughter and a 12yr old boy.

Her pale tits, tipped with pinko corona and teat, were fan-fucking-tastic. My eyes were glued to them when I heard her say,"Donnie ? Have you ever screwed a woman ?"That brought me out of my enchantment and I answered,"Ummm… some girlfriend. 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 hungry or not. That confused me a little because she already had my mind on tits… and pussy. But I told her yes, I was hungry.
"Good. I want you to get all your apparel off and piss. We'll eat, as soon as you screw me really good."
I must have a tone right here and say that I never heard Mary say the give-and-take, ‘ fuck ’. She always said ‘ screw ’.

I tripped over the draglinks on the back of the old Twin Cities four cylinder as I tried to hide behind the tractor to drain my bladder. Mary, of track, was giggling like a teenager the unscathed metre. I know I was as aflutter as a dog named office, trying to watch commands like stop, jog and Squat.

Whole I was pissing, I peeked over the hood. Again, my middle just HAD to be lying to me ; The Virgin was turned toward the Henry Ford, bent over and working her smashed shorts down to her ankle.
Once more, I thought,"What the shag is going on ? ... She always wears a dress…. She rarely smiles. …My God, that's a ok ass. …Is Wally gon na bear witness up and pop 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 battlefront of the tractor. My cock was still out and hard enough to use as a splittin'wedge,"Do you really think this, Ma'am ? You want me to fuck you ?"

She bent, put her hired man on the game tail, her ass toward me. Looking over her shoulder, she told me to hump 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 ‘ dollar bill ’, at the plaza of her crotch.

She, evidently, had smoothed a little Vaseline on her snatch hole because I slid into her sooo easily. As bad as I hate to admit it, ( but my head was so damn blown away ) that I shot my load within the foremost ten pump. Unfazed, Mary stood and faced me,"My good, did I commove you that very much ? I'll make a deal with you ; we'll sit on the blanket and eat dinner, then we'll try it again, if it's okay with you."

"okey with me ? ? This fine mother-fucker wants me to fuck her again ? Fuckin'right hand I'll shtup her again… if Wally don't show up with a shotgun and blow my ass to kingdom come ... Or tough yet, he could neuter me."

We had fried chicken and potato salad with cookie. I guess they were good, but all I could think about was the hollow between those slim legs, just under the red President George W. Bush. I believe Mary smiled at me more during that unsubdivided, picnic repast, than she smiled all summer… or maybe she was just amused at my obvious reaction.
She picked up the plates and ramification, pitched me a wet towel, and busied herself putting affair back in the car.

I never took my optic off her, and she knew it. She pulled a brace of pocket-size pillows from the back tooshie and brought them to the blanket. Without saying a intelligence, she sat on one and laid back, her red hair resting on the former. She lifted her knee and circulate them, showing me what I wanted to see… and what I wanted to get laid. To this day, I can see that peeress's cunt, in my mind.

She didn't speak as she curled her index digit and beckoned me to her. I crawled between her legs and sank my shaft to the bottom. Her grunt told me it was where she wanted it, too.
My mouth went to her firm mammilla and I sucked hard ; first one, then the former.
Mostly, I just wanted to bonk her as fast as I could and empty my testis again. Not Madonna, though… her long fingers grabbed my ass and controlled the speed of my stab.

A couple of meter in the past, one of my girlfriends had claimed they'd had sexual climax, but IF they were acting, they could have taken lessons that day. Mary pulled me in when it felt right to her and slowed me down to give it last. It was a totally new experience for me… and I liked the turd out of it.

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

Even as I began to slow down, Madonna was still squealing,"O H, YES… MORE, MORE… DON'T STOP ! DON'T STOP ! DON'T stoppage ! GIVE ME MORE, DONNIE ! YES… OH YES.."
So I started pumping harder again, and, for the first sentence in my young life, I felt a second surge force its way from my ballock. Although a much lighter slew, it still felt amazing.

well, being 18, and considering what I just went through with Virgin Mary, I felt like it would only be right to buss 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 solitary man who can kiss me."

Sooooo… with even More confusion in my mind, I rolled off her and onto the mantle,"smooching is a sign of love… but FUCKING isn't ? …Maybe I better join THIER church."

As she dressed, Madonna asked about my piddle jug. Although I told her I had great deal, she took it with her and told me Maria would bestow me fresh urine later,"Just call up, Donnie, she's young so be nice to her… and never say a word about this day to anyone."
With that affirmation, she drove the Gerald R. Ford down the dirt route, leaving me standing there… still naked.

I was pretty thirsty a couple minute later when I saw the old'48 Chevy pickup pull into the shady parking spotlight where I had just had the most storm, and satisfying, intimate experience of my living. I would have to be deliberate that I didn't get a concentrated on thinking about Virgin Mary's tits, ass, smile… and her fucktastic pussy.

My heart popped out as Maria climbed out of the pickup truck.
It appeared that her physical structure was lately in developing ; she was much little than her mother… and already nude.
She waved as I drove the tractor close, raising the plow out of the land so I wouldn't cross the proportionate pattern or tear up a utilitarian terrace… or wreck the entire, nookie, rig because I had more pussy on my thinker, and in my eyes.

I knew, immediately, that I was going to fuck that ‘ little bit older'girl and was hoping for to a greater extent 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 show she was putting on for me.
I never wore a shirt when working the fields, so all I had to get rid of was my jeans and shoes… which took a bare three seconds.

It suddenly dawned on me,"Virgin Mary left the cover and pillows for this, not for me to relax on, in the tone. She knew Maria would require bed, too. My, God… I CAN'T believe this shit !"

"Donnie ? Are you just gon na suffer there ? Or will you fuck me ?"
"Uh, Maria, I'm sorry. I just can't trust what's happening today… or why ? YOU surprise me. You're always dressed in…. and your mom never said ‘ piece of ass'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 get out and cut my balls off."

"Don't worry about it ; your gumshoe is the braggy one I've seen. C'mon, let's do it."
She hit that blanket, propped her unseasoned ass on a pillow, caught the back of her knee joint with her hands and jerked her pegleg all the way up, beside her drumhead,"Here it is ! Help yourself."

I did.

Maria's cunt 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 female child, but once it was there, she started with the vocals,"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 beneficial, that's adept. Ummmm yeah… just the way I like it to feel. Ahhh… yeah, fuck me, hump me, fuck me. Oh I hope you can end a long… ohhh… a long time. Uh, uh, uh… so good."

She finally let go of her legs and wrapped them behind me. Some day, if they continued to develop, those leg would be locking ankle and really ease up a man a terrific screwing. She was much more participating in her torso moving under me, too.
As I thought about it in my late long time, The Virgin had probably had so much more experience and bonk exactly what crusade made her feel best.
Calophyllum longifolium, on the other hand, was trying everything she could to get my cock in just the right place 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…"

former than Mary's exclamations when her climax hit, she barely made a sound when I had pounded her, earlier.
mare, on the other bridge player, ran her pretty trivial mouth the entirely time.
What the Inferno ; maybe if I kissed her, she shut the fuck up.

Unlike her female parent, maria seemed hungry to be kissed. The thought crossed my mind that I would probably give birth to marry the lady friend, 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 speculative things to do with my biography. I would be married, barely out of high-pitched school. I'd probably be a pop, but not to my girlfriend's sister. As my testis started contracting, I buried my cock hard and deep with each thrust. I was going to cum hard in this slight girl and she was going to get it on it.

Maybe those tractor vibrations had accelerated the appendage of recuperation, because I swear I dumped a quart of hot cum inside Calophyllum longifolium's tight pussy. Evidently, the special warmth set her own orgasm off as she squirmed, humped and swore like a sailor as her young soundbox wracked with tremors.

We laid in each other's branch for a while ; her hands fondling my peter and clump, my tongue and lips working on her little tits and kissing her pocket-size lips.

"I have to ask you something, Maria."
"About Free Will Day ?"
"free people 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 Free testament Day ?"
"The Elders study the moonshine and stars. About every six month, they will declare a free Will Day. On that day, men are allowed to find oneself other women and have sex with them. Women do the like, but only on Free will Day… no other time.
"Nobody asks their wife, or hubby, who they were with on Free Will Day. My swain won't ask me, and I won't ask him. It's as simple as that. Once we have some foreign dick in us, or they get some foreign kitty, it's all over until the future Free will Day.
"That way, it's easier for men and fair sex to abide faithful, knowing that another day will come ; when they can look for out someone else for their pleasure.
"A few of the men stay close to house and fuck their neighbor's wife, or girl. well-nigh of the men go to Wichita and recover lady of pleasure that will do the dirtiest affair they can think of."
She pulled on my set cock,"This matter is getting pretty hard again. Let's do it some more."

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

"MOM WAS ? What about ME ?"

I kissed her pouty little rim and told her,"Your mom was amaze, my love, but you are so fantastic ; I just want to live with my dick in you for the rest of free volition Day. But I have to tell you ; think of when I told you I had a interrogative ? Well, I had no aim of asking you about all this grand pussy."
"Huh ?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to know 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 thing Irene, my girl, had taught me.
Maria had only experienced the missioner billet, although The Virgin had told her about doggy style.
I rolled onto my backbone and helped Maria position her cunt on Fat Boy and slide down in place.

She stayed with me the balance of the afternoon while the old Twin Cities sat idle in the wraith. I figured it was my last day active on the Earth, anyway. Mr. K would give the axe me for not getting the study finished. Wally would kill and/or de-nut me for fucking his wife and ( more than likely ) getting his sister girl pregnant.
If Wally didn't do it, maria's boyfriend surely would.

Irene and my mother would worry about the disappearance of my eubstance, which would probably be buried in a wheat berry playing field, six feet under each year's golden crop of grain.
But, as light began to fade, and Maria had performed her first blow job, we loaded in the old'48 and slowly drove back to Mr. K's place.
She made me check just before the old house came in sight and got her blouse, skirt and apron out of the small box in the floor circuit card. All I wanted, was to ferment around and go back to that blanket, at the border of the field.
She kissed me and thanked me for the intimately unloose testament Day she'd ever had… I hadn't thought to ask her how youthful she was when she started ‘ celebrating'that day.

The next day was farseeing and hot. I finished the line of business shortly after twelve noon and began ‘ roading'back to the next one, which was about two knot closer to Kenneth's blank space. Mr. or Mrs. K hadn't shown up with my dinner, but my belly began getting excited when I saw Wally's crossing coming my way.

I drove the tractor across the shallow ditch and waited…

The first glimpse of the Calophyllum longifolium's arm wave from the afford window made my dick jump to attention.
It was the Saami, minuscule, bare arm that had held me finis for so long the day before. The Saami arm that pulled on my spinal column and thighs as I fucked her, and fucked her again, and again.

She stopped the car beside me, smiling,"Hi ! metre for dinner party. There's some refinement about another quarter mile ; I'll have the mantle ready by the time you get there.
"No free volition 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 workplace. The next day, while we ate dinner at Wally's, she seemed excited when she talked about going somrwhere in Eastern Oklahoma for the rest of the summertime.
My first thought ? ..."Some prosperous Okie mother fucker is fixin'to delight the relief of his summer."

III calendar week later, my body of work for the K's was finished. Mary drove me to town that last even. Since Free Will Day, she had barely looked at me, much lupus erythematosus spoken,"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 adjacent year ; goodbye Donnie."

I moved to the big city, got a much better job and never went their instruction again, but, two years later, I ran into Kenneth and Pansa at the local drug store. They told me that the whole crime syndicate was doing fine, Calophyllum longifolium was married and had a lilliputian, immature eyed son ; just a little over a year old. Her married man was soon to be place from the Army.

shucks the favorable bastard… he'd be in a positioning to fuck his mother-in-law, too… on Free testament Day.

For the phonograph recording, my eyes are green… .