***
Ma’am died before the next winter. After the funeral, Master went into his room and didn’t come out for about two months.
Even when he did finally emerge, Master spent most of the day just sitting in his room, listening to the radio or reading. Just about all the duties of the farm had been passed on, and he intended to relax during his retirement.
That very winter, right after the harvest, we got some new neighbors. The old owners of the farm right next to us were packing up and moving to Florida. The new owners, Bill and Rachel Taylor, were a young couple, only married this last year. Bill grew up on a farm, one that his older brother was running now. He’d joined the Army, and after serving his term, married Rachel and then jumped at the chance to get a farm to call his own.
“Howdy, neighbor!” Master, Katie, and I were strolling down the short half-mile between us and the Taylor farmhouse.
“Howdy!” Master called back.
We met them on their porch, doing the round of introductions and welcomes, etc. Katie brought in our goodie basket, and we all went inside. Miss Rachel was a lot younger than I’d expected, she was only a few years older than Katie and me. But she brought in some good coffee, and seemed every bit a proper farmer’s wife.
The boys kept up a constant farming chatter, me included. Katie and Miss Rachel, meanwhile, were already decorating the Taylor’s farmhouse and discussing all sorts of boring things like linens and drapes.
I did my best to keep up, but talking wasn’t really my thing. And for a few moments, I found myself lost in looking at Miss Rachel. She was a pretty young thing, with rich brown hair that almost had a tint of red in it, green eyes and delicate features that contrasted nicely with sharp cheekbones. Bill commented on how she’d been the absolute prettiest girl at their high school. Her outfit was demure and conservative, but when she moved about I saw it couldn’t completely hide the kind of slender/curvy body that all men would drool over. Miss Rachel definitely knew her way around the house and the kitchen, and was a perfect hostess. But at my age, it seemed all I could think about lately was sex.
I wondered what sex with Miss Rachel would be like. I had a vision before me of a naked Miss Rachel, moaning in my ear while my pecker plowed her a new cornfield. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it sure sounded like fun.
Katie caught me a few times gazing at her, but didn’t scold me. She just smiled her knowing smile at me. And Miss Rachel flashed me a flirty-teasing grin.
Meanwhile, we figured out that Bill knew his way around a farm; but he was going to need a lot of help getting things started. I watched as Master’s eyes lit up. Something was cooking in his head.
I was getting to the point where I didn’t need his help anymore on the Masters farm. Master would just show up to meet our customers and continue our business relations. But I was able to handle all the day-to-day operations.
By the end of the evening, we’d all made two new friends and Master had found a reason to get up in the morning. He was going to help Bill get his farm up and running.
That very next day, Master and Katie went over to the Taylor farm. Master to plan for Bill Taylor’s future. Katie to visit with Miss Rachel. I got left behind to supervise the workers and make sure our place didn’t fall apart.
I pouted a little bit when I found out. That meant we’d be missing our afternoon romp in the hay. Katie just gave me a passionate, wet kiss, and then told me she’d make it worth my while.
***
On this particular day, Master had gone over to Bill Taylor’s and he planned on staying until dinnertime. Katie and I had already discussed this opportunity, and our plans had been set for the past week.
For that week leading up to this, we’d both been on edge, and it was hard to keep my anticipation quiet. We’d never had sex in a proper bed before, and with Master out of the house during the afternoon, I intended to really ravage Katie today.
I bounded in from the fields, sweating like a dog but not willing to waste the time to get cleaned up. Katie met me at the door with a big, wet, sloppy kiss, her eyes aflame.
“You miss me?” she asked in a teasing drawl.
With a snarl I nearly raped her right then on the porch. Laughing the whole time, Katie pried me off of her and then she was dragging me back towards her bedroom.
The instant we got the door open, I decided to take charge. I pushed her backwards roughly, until her back hit the door while I shoved my tongue down her throat. With one of my hands, I pinned both of hers above her head against the door. “Leave them there,” I growled in a low voice.
She stayed, obediently, in that position while my hands roamed her body. I started first at her skirt, stripping it down to the floor. Then with my hands shaking, I started unbuttoning her blouse. This took a little while, because I kept pausing to share hot kisses with Katie while she trembled in pent-up anticipation.
Finally, I had Katie stripped down to her underwear, and my hands immediately grabbed double handfuls of her breasts through her bra, squeezing and kissing before I moved my head lower down her belly even as I left my hands playing with her tits.
I slipped a hand behind her back and flipped the catch on her bra, and then suddenly picked her up in my arms. She squealed in delight as I lifted her, her hands playing with my biceps. I carried her to the bed where I dropped her flat on her back, whipped her panties off, and before she realized it, shoved my tongue into her pussy.
“Oh, Johnny!” A startled gasp was all that escaped her lips before she started moaning like never before. I had it in my mind to stick my tongue over every inch of Katie’s perfect body.
Katie feebly tried to move my head away, already overwhelmed by the sensations and half-heartedly attempting to stop me. But my meaty paws had a firm grip on her hips, and I had no intention of budging. Eventually she gave up and my tongue and lips really went to town on her.
“Oh, lord, Johnny. What are you doing to me?” she gasped, reflexively bucking her hips up into my face.
I didn’t pause to answer verbally. And when I wrapped my tongue around her clit and sucked with everything I had, Katie shrieked louder than I could ever remember and then I felt a flood of her sweet nectar pouring into my mouth.
When her shrieking finally died down to a low whimper, I stood up and quickly shucked my clothes. While I was stripping, Katie seemed dizzy, and she rolled over onto her side, breathing heavily, before falling over and laying flat on her stomach.
Meanwhile my cock was at full mast, and I wasn’t going to take the time to turn her back over. I knelt on the bed and after seizing Katie’s legs, I spread her wide. With a single, powerful thrust, I mounted her like an animal, and a guttural groan blew out from Katie’s mouth as the thick shaft burrowed deep into her vaginal depths.
I stared down at her backside, and I kept thrusting my hips at her, the same way I remembered seeing Master do those years ago. Katie’s moaning was muffled by the pillow in her face, her big tits crushed against the mattress even as I got her knees locked onto the bed. Slowly, but forcefully I pumped my shaft into her, jarring her body forwards with every thrust.
Eventually, Katie recovered enough to get onto all fours, and as she felt the thickness of me filling her up, she started to buck her body back at me, timed with my thrusts so that we made a wet slapping sound every time my hips blasted against her ass.
A dim part of me seemed dissatisfied that she even had the energy to thrust back at me. So I shortened up to quick, shallow thrusts while I reached a hand around to play with her love button.
Immediately, Katie lost the rhythm and started wriggling against my hand, and as I continued to ream her out, her wriggling turned into an involuntary twitching as she shrieked again and came, the ecstasy rolling from her hips and along her torso towards her head.
“Oh, Johnny. Johnny. JOHNNY!” she cried.
I took that as my cue, and as soon as I realized Katie was in the middle of an orgasm, both my hands clamped onto her tits and used them to yank her body onto my shaft as I pounded harder and harder, reaching that point of no return where I made my final incontrollable thrusts before firing my load, filling up her pussy with all the pent-up liquid energy I had roiling inside me.
“AAARGH!” I grunted, feeling each separate burst of cum blast its way out of my body and splatter against Katie’s insides.
When I was done, I released my grip on her torso. She collapsed forwards, her face falling into the pillow and slipping me out of her before I fell down next to her.
She was panting from exhaustion, her naked body limp against the sheets, a light sheen of sweat coating her skin.
“Wow…” Katie cooed at the ceiling. I just panted in response.
For a moment we just lay there, ogling each other and grinning like idiots. When she turned to her side, I felt my mouth watering at the sight of her round breasts, hard nubs poking out. I’d seen them a hundred times already, and still I was mesmerized by the view.
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