Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2009 11:44:32 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Farm Boy and the City Couple, Part One" by Jay Roberts    Bi Sexual Rural

	Here's the order for the day:  under 18 go,
        Over 18 stay and have your morals massaged.


When Widow Perkins died last week, Billy wasn't sure what to do.  He had
been helping out with the four cows, milking and keeping them and the barn
in order.  Should he continue to go over there and do the work, without
pay?  Gramps told that he couldn't just leave them poor beasts wailing and
crying with full utters.  If course, he brought the milk down to the dairy
coop but that didn't amount to much pay.

Anyway, the problem was solved A young couple from Louisville, the big
city, made the highest bid at the auction and they became the new owners.

The next day they arrived in a shiny SUV.  Billy was sitting on the front
fence, sucking on a straw, waiting for them.  The lady came over to him
immediately and put out her hand.

"You must be Billy, from the next farm.  We heard that you were "doing for"
Mrs. Perkins.  Will you continue with us?"  She called over her shoulder.
"Jack, what's a fair price per day for milking the cows?"

"I think $50 is fair, for a start.  Is that okay with you young fellow?"

"That's fine," he said, but inside he was overjoyed.  Mrs. Perkins only
paid him $10.00 for both milkings."

He could now smell the sweet perfume of the pretty lady.  He secretly took
a look her.  My oh my, she sure was a cute one.  He took her to be in her
early twenties, her blond hair billowing around her face and pointing up
her big brown eyes.

Hey, he thought, the guy is also a winner. probably the same age.  He was
strong looking with his close-cropped brown hair and green eyes.  Billy
liked the full mouth and bold nose.

Now you are getting to see that Billy was, at eighteen, already an equal
opportunity fucker.  He learned this from his cousins, a boy and a girl.
They are crazy about his good looks and managed to get him into sex mood so
he would take care of them both.

Now this pretty lady also was slowly getting caught up in the farm boy's
charms.  She took in his thick sandy hair, his cute button nose and the
cornflower blue eyes, then down to his wide full mouth.  She had to push
away the thought that came up, to kiss him soundly, right here and now.

The man came up to them.  He held out his hand.  Billy noticed that the
back of the fellow's hand was decorated with shiny black hairs and that
made his eyes almost cross in admiration.

"Hi kid.  I know you are Billy, my name is Jack, and this is my girl friend
Cindy.  Can you give us a hand with the suitcases and the bags of food?
Naturally, I'll pay for your time."  As he spoke, he caught sight of
Billy's fair, smooth skin as one shoulder was exposed.  One of the overall
straps was unfastened or maybe the button was broken.  He shook himself out
of his trance as Billy spoke.

"No need fur that sir, I'm glad to hep out."

So for the next quarter hour, the three made trips with bags and parcels
from the rear of the SUV.  As they walked, Jack took excited notice of the
fine rounded backside of the farm boy, showing plainly through the thin
material of the oft-washed overalls.  Billy in turn watched the perk ass of
the young girl waggling in front of him.  In another trip, Billy nodded
appreciatively seeing the small tight ass of Jack, muscular from many games
of tennis at his club.

When the vehicle was empty, Billy announced that he better see to the
milking, "'cause the poor mooers git cranky if'n I wait too long."

The city couple sighed to see the boy leave.  Jack looked at Cindy, and she
smoldered back at him.  They both knew that sex with this fine boy was in
the future.

Jack found out in a moment, that the electricity was not turned on yet.
"We have a gas frig and stove, so that's okay, but we need water to cook.
I'll have to run back to town to pick some big plastic bottles.  As far as
a shower, lucky we showered back at the motel this morning.  Besides, I
like when you smell natural," he leered.

Cindy busied herself in unpacking, and then suddenly she stopped.  She
pictured the gorgeous rube working in the farm.  She got a sudden pulse in
her groin.  "What's that all about?"  She stopped her activity, sat on the
bed, and then snapped her manicured fingers.  "Time to learn about milking,
and those that milk," she said in a soft voice.  She slipped on a halter
and a pair of white shorts and hurried out of the farmhouse and on to the
barn.

As she approached the barn, she could hear the sound of milk splashing into
the metal pail held between the powerful legs of busy farm boy.  She stood
at the doorway watching the play of the upper arm muscle as he squeezed the
long teat.

He caught sight of her.  "This'n is the last teat of the last bossy.  She's
my favor-ite."

She moved closer, standing with her warm hip against his bare shoulder.
Without realizing it, he began to change his milking technique from the
squeeze and pull to a sort of shag.

"That looks a little like wanking," she said laughing.  "Do you do it
often?"

He blushed when he realized he had given himself away so blatantly, but
being a truthful boy, he innocently answered, "As often as I got time
'tween chores."

His answer made her begin to breathe heavily.  Sex was in the air.  She
took his elbows and urged him to a standing position.  She wrapped her arms
around his powerful shoulders and noted that his innocent lips were already
forming a boyish kiss.

She pressed her practiced lips against his.  The heat produced between them
almost made them faint.  They gave into their lip's needs and rubbed their
lips against each other.  Soon their lips parted and their tongues sought
each other's, they were panting and sighing from the power of the emotions
that swept over them.

Billy recovered enough, when they parted to ask, "Where's Jack?"

"Oh he's gone to town for jugs of water.  The electric pump isn't working
because the electricity isn't on yet."  The glancing down to the end of the
barn, she said, "Isn't a small room where the hired man used to rest, and
there's a couch there, right?"

"Yes'm.  I used it myself when I was too tuckered out after cleaning up all
those udders and sides of them animals."

No further words.  He put his warm bare arm around her small waist and then
walked quickly down the end of the row of cows and he opened the door to
the room.

They stood apart, looking at each other; she could see his substantial cock
pushing out the material of his Bibb overalls.  No wanting to see this hot
moment lose its momentum, she husked at him, "Open the tie on my halter."

"Yes'um," he said with youthful enthusiasm.  He held a powerful hankering
to see those breasts that were pushing out the front of the small garment.
Now Billy loved breasts.  Maybe that's what made him such a good milker.
He wasn't the sort of boy who worried himself about such strange matters.
He was a doer and a funner.  And in the spirit of fun, he proceeded with
his seduction of the beautiful Cindy; a seduction welcomed by the seduced.

The halter fell away.  Now her breasts didn't tumble out like some do.  No,
her's stayed perking out like reverse ice cream cones.  Her long pink
nipples were standing out, begging for attention.

He gently played with them.  His farm boy calloused hands reverently
stroked those nipples.  She had never felt something so good.  She gazed
into his clear lake blue eyes and knew she could trust him.  The his button
nose twitched in humor as he said, "Miss Cindy.  Let's play a game.  Don't
mind my words, I promise you fun.  Git on yer elbows and knees and stick
yer fine rump in the air.  Let yer grade "A" titties hand down below yer.
Then I will milk them.  Ain't that a great id‚e?"

At this point, she would do anything he suggested, she was so caught up in
the power of his manly innocence.  She goes into the position.  He reached
for her breasts, on hand on each, and he commenced a slow squeezing and
pulling that he had mastered.  He also added a thumb sweep over her nipples
on each stroke.

She was reduced to mindless babble by his loving.  He chortled in delight,
"Oh Missy, you are so much fun to milk."

Soon her hips began to move back and forth.  He could see, when he went
behind her that her pussy lips were opening and closing in an invitation.

He helped her lie on her back and he pulled her shapely legs up so her
pussy was exposed to his view.  He was surprised to see that the hair above
her cunt was shaped into a narrow stripe.

"That's a pretty sight!  You made a decoration of yer hair down there.  I
really lak that." He moved closer to examine her pretty v.j.  her special
fragrance of moss and perfume overwhelmed him.  He had to taste that
richness.

Now Billy had a fine feature that came into play right now.  Billy had a
large, strong, smooth pink tongue.  It was an inquisitive organ and it
began to explore now.  He lapped her outer lips, kissing her at the same
time.  Above him he heard her helpless mewling.  When she splayed her legs
wider, and turned his tongue into a wet prick and began sliding it inside
and out of her cunt that was now dripping with honey.  Over and over again
he slid over he little hot button until she held him tight against her,
almost ready to faint from the intensity of the sensations.

There he was, his face into her pussy.  The sound of lapping and sighing
filling the room.  His big smooth strong ass in the air, his halves apart,
his ass hole pushing in and out in passion.

That was the sight that greeted Jack as entered the little room, drawn by
the familiar sound of his girl friend's yelps of excitement.

Now Jack was not angry at the sight.  No, he was thrilled.  He loved to see
Cindy having a good time.  As for the boy, he already had his eyes on him
and had plotted to seduce him.

Suddenly Cindy and Billy heard the baritone voice of Jack as he said
resonantly, "What have we got here?"

End Part One

Oh boy, someone's goin' git fucked, maybe two of them.