Maggie – Part 9 – Rocky and the Census Taker by Backw00ds44

Maggie woke from yet another early morning sex dream, hot, sweaty and wet. She couldn’t even remember the details of the dream this time but all of her nights these days were filled with dreams of her getting fucked. Sometimes it would be her daddy, Emmitt, and other times her lil’ brother, Earl. Other times it would be ol’ lady Woodson’s 90 lb blue-tick hound, Rocky. And sometimes it was their pony, or even complete stranger. Regardless of who her dream fucker was, she would awake craving a cock.The covers were thrown off of her and her little sister Molly. They both laid there naked in the bed they shared, except for old ratty t-shirts as their nightgowns, the fan blowing to keep them cool. August in their trailer in the hollow outside Hazard, KY was always unbearable. Oh well, another day.

Betty was fixin’ breakfast when the girls came down the hall, their little brother Earl still asleep on the sofa. “Y’all girls wake up Earl. He’s going into town with me and your daddy today. They both gots doctor appointments. His back is killin’ him and Earl needs some damn shots for school. After y’all feed the animals, y’all get to the garden and do some pickin’.”

The girls, now clad in their “work clothes” of baggy cutoffs and paper-thin wife-beater hand me downs from their daddy, waved as the rest of the family drove off down the road in the old Impala. They sighed with relief knowing they could finish up chores in just a couple hours then could do whatever they wanted until they got back late that afternoon. They made quick work of feeding the chickens and ducks, then turned them out to roam the barnyard. It was shortly after 9:00 and already hotter than hell. They stopped at the hose at the barn and sprayed each other off. The cold water on their sheer tanktops brought their nipples to visible attention. 30 minutes later they were still wringing wet as they weeded around the mater plants.

The crunch of the gravel on their dirt road brought them to attention, because rarely did anyone venture back into their little mountain hollow. Hands on their hips, they stared as the almost silent little gray car eased to a stop halfway between the trailer and the barn.

Emily looked at the two young girls standing in the garden, wearing clothes 3 sizes too big, cutoffs held up with a balertwine belt, and their young titties clearly visible through their sheer tanktops. “Goddamn, this fucking county is full of damn hillbillies. This should be fun”, muttered to herself as she climbed out of her Prius. She’d moved recently to Lexington from Texas to be with her lesbian lover. Needing money, she’d taken a job two months ago as a Census Taker. She drew the short straw and got the back woods surrounding Hazard, KY.

Maggie and Molly watched as the petite blond, with the long flowing dress emerged from the car. She looked like one of them girls they’d heard their daddy refer to as “damn hippies” when he was watching TV. She won’t much bigger than Molly, stood about 5’2” and couldn’t weigh no more than 110 lbs. But she was also strikingly beautiful.

Holding out her ID, “Good morning. My name is Emily Setterberg and I’m with the US Census Bureau. Are your parents at home?”

“No maam, they’s gone to town. Won’t be back for a few hours.”

“Fuck, I damn sure don’t want to have come back to this damn backwoods hellhole” thought Emily.

“I just have a few quick questions. Do you think you girls could help me?”

“I reckon so. What you need, maam?” replied Maggie.

The August heat beat down on them as Emily asked their names. “Could we go somewhere out of this sun? It is dreadfully hot out here. And please, call me Emily.”

“Yes Maam, Emily, come on in the barn.”

Emily followed the two young girls into the barn. They were as country as anyone she’d ever met, but when you wipe away all the dirt they were actually beautiful young girls. Maggie stopped at the hose and flipped up the handle. “You want some water?”

“No thanks, I’m good”. Emily wasn’t drinking from a damn water hose in a barn.

Maggie leaned over, took a few sips, then let the water run down her face, onto her chest. When she turned off the hose and stood up straight, Emily admired her young firm tits, brown areolas and stiff nipples visible through her sheer top. “My, my, what a delicious looking little country girl,” thought Emily.

Maggie and Molly flopped down side by side on two haybales. Emily followed their lead and sat on the end of a haybale opposite them, setting her tablet and phone down behind her. The questions could wait, she needed to cool off first. It was 15 degrees cooler in the barn and Emily watched as the girls’ nipples stiffened beneath their wet tops. After a couple bad relationships in college, she was done with men and had been in a lesbian relationship since she was 20, six years now. She made small talk, continually admiring the tight bodies of the young girls.

“How old are you? What grade are you in? Do you like school? Got a boyfriend?” The last question bringing both girls to a giggle.

“No maam, ain’t got one” Maggie giggled and leaned back on her elbows as she did.

Maggie’s legs spread apart as she reclined, giving Emily a clear shot of her hairy light brown bush. Emily ran her tongue over her lips and could feel her pantyless crotch begin to moisten. She probably was what Emmitt considered a hippie. She wore the long flowing, colorful dresses and hadn’t worn a bra or panties since high school. She wanted to crawl off her haybale, rip the baggie cutoffs from Maggie’s young ass and shove her face into her hairy virgin pussy. She sat closer to the edge of the haybale and commenting on the heat, slid her dress up above her knees. If Maggie was going to show her prize possession so would Emily. Fanning her dress, and leaning back on the haybale, she spread her legs further apart.

Maggie and Molly couldn’t help but look. What they saw was a bald cunt with jewelry hanging down. It looked like she had earrings on each side of her pussy. They had never seen anything like that in their life.

“I gather by the looks on your faces, you’ve never seen piercings.” Both girls blushed being caught staring at the woman’s pussy.

“No maam, I mean Emily, what is it?”

Emily sat up, spread her legs further apart and slid her dress up to her hips. Her wet pussy glistened with excitement. The girls stared intently as Emily reached down to her bare cunt and played with the little earrings on each side of her cunt.

“See these are what you call piercings and..” suddenly Emily was interrupted when Rocky walked into the barn. “Well, hello big boy. What’s your name?” Rocky slowly approached the stranger women. He’d never seen her before but the familiar scent of wet pussy caught his attention.

That’s ol’ lady Woodson’s dog, Rocky. He’s a good boy. She named him after that song “Rocky Top Tennessee”.”

Rocky eased up to the stranger, stepped between her widespread legs, and leaned in for a closer sniff before Emily grabbed him and started rubbing his head. “Oh he’s such a handsome boy. Here Maggie, will you do a Facebook Live for my friends? We all love dogs!”

“What is a Facebook Live?” asked Maggie quizzingly? She’d never used a cellphone, there was no internet in the hollow and she’d only overheard some classmates mention Facebook.

Grabbing her phone, Emily popped up Facebook and Live. “There must be a cell tower close because I get 5 bars. Here, push this little button and point it towards me and you’ll see it on the phone.”

Maggie took the phone, pushed the little button as Emily had instructed and pointed the phone towards Emily and Rocky. Suddenly Emily and Rocky appeared on the screen. Cool!

“Come here big boy”. Emily pulled Rocky closer, hugging his big head and rubbing his ears. Rocky stood 30” tall and at 90+ lbs weighed almost as much as the strange lady loving on him. Rocky licked her face and the scent coming from under her skirt excited him more. Maggie kept watching the Facebook feed as little thumbs-up, hearts and smiley faces scrolled up the screen.

“I want ya’ll to meet my new friend, Rocky. I’m in a hollow outside of Hazard and he is the most adorable big boy.” Rocky pushed forward and Emily leaned back flat on the haybale. Stepping up onto the bale, Rocky placed a front leg on each side of her and continued to lick her neck and face. Emily laughed and wrapped her arms around him. Maggie kept the camera rolling.

Molly, still sitting on her haybale watching the action, was the first to notice. She spotted the big red cock hanging below Rocky and knew what was next. Standing between Emily’s widespread legs, Rocky would have no trouble with the task at hand. His cock fully extended now, she watched as it throbbed up, hitting Emily’s leg. Rocky pushed further forward. Emily carried on with her laughing, hugging, and rubbing, smiling into the camera as Rocky continued to lick her face and neck. Maggie kept the camera rolling.

Slowly humping and stepping to his right, suddenly Rocky’s cock felt the heat and wetness of Emily’s cunt. Emily felt something rub her pussy but had no idea what was about to go down. Rocky thrust forward, missing his mark. He pulled back, humped forward again and the tip of his red hot poker found its’ mark. Emily snapped to attention, but it was too late. Rocky thrust forward again and his next hump pushed his cock four inches inside. Emily screamed out and tried to push Rocky away. Rocky growled and nipped the shoulder of the stranger with the hot wet pussy. He was past the point of return and he was going to breed his new bitch. Emily was now under Rocky’s strong chest and couldn’t move. He wrapped his legs around her shoulders and thrust forward. Maggie kept filming but moved down lower and closer to the action. She had no idea what they meant, but little shocked faces, hearts and thumbs-ups covered the screen. Emily was gasping as Rocky continued to push in 6, 7, 8 then all 10 inches of his fat cock.