My Relationship with the K Family Farmers
From the age of 12, I spent my summers working in the wheat, oat, and barley fields of Northern Oklahoma and Southern Kansas. I started scooping grain in bins on the farm, which would be used for planting the next year’s crop.
The wheat and barley were a challenge, but scooping oats was an itchy nightmare. The husks were sharp and would break in your skin, causing constant irritation. Oat dust was also a problem for my breathing.
The following year, I graduated to driving an old dump 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. Driving that old International was the highlight of my farming years, until the summer I was 18.
I worked for the K family that year. The old man and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. K, their oldest son, Wally, and his family – wife Mary, daughter Maria, and Wally Jr. – and Kenneth, the youngest son, who was married but I couldn’t remember his wife’s name. We’ll call her ‘Puss.’
During the week, Monday through Saturday, I lived with Mr. and Mrs. K. I had graduated to operating the combine, rolling the big grain trucks, and doing all phases of tractor driving. Mr. K would say, “We need to take care of ‘such and such’ field,” and I would go do it.
One day, I was turning dirt in the farthest field from Wally’s place, four or five miles to the west. Not a home, barn, or fence line in sight for as far as I could see. Mr. K had told me that Mary would bring me my dinner, as he, Wally, and Kenneth were going to Wichita to look at some new equipment.
I was at the far end of the field when I saw the ’56 Ford drive up to the tree line and park in the shade. When I got closer, I saw Mary, Wally’s wife, standing outside the car wearing blue shorts and a plaid shirt that was unbuttoned but tied at the bottom.
Mary: “It’s okay, Donnie, I’ve seen a few dicks in my time. Just pull off your jeans and piss. Let’s eat; then we’ll play a little before you go back to work.”
I stood there, watching Mary untie the bottom of her shirt. My brain completely ceased to function as I took in the sight before me. My teen cock jumped to attention, and I was about to piss my pants as well.
Mary: “Have you ever screwed a woman?”
I answered, “Ummm… some girls. But I’ve never fucked a full-grown woman… I mean, my girlfriend is full grown, I guess; but you’re… uh… well, you’re… ma’am, I’ve never seen anything like you.”
Mary: “Good. I want you to get all your clothes off and piss. We’ll eat, as soon as you screw me real good.”
I must make a note right here and say that I never heard Mary say the word, ‘fuck.’ She always said ‘screw.’
Mary: “Do you really mean this, Ma’am? You want me to fuck you?”
She bent, put her hands on the back seat, her ass toward me. Looking over her shoulder, she told me to screw her from behind.
She, evidently, had smoothed a little Vaseline on her pussy hole because I slid into her so easily. As bad as I hate to admit it, I shot my load within the first ten pumps.
Mary: “My goodness, did I excite you that 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.”
We had fried chicken and potato salad with biscuits. I guess they were good, but all I could think about was the hole between those slim legs, just under the red bush.
Mary: “Pick up the plates and forks, and let’s get things back in the car. Donnie, remember, she’s young, so be nice 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.
Hours later, I saw the old ’48 Chevy pickup pull into the shady parking spot where I had just had the most surprising, and satisfying, sexual experience of my life.
Maria: “Hey, Donnie! I brought you some fresh water.”
As I drove the tractor close, I raised the plow out of the ground so I wouldn’t cross the symmetrical pattern or tear up a useful terrace. Maria handed me the water jug and I strapped it to the front of the tractor, never taking my eyes off her.
Maria: “Donnie? Are you just gonna stand there? Or will you fuck me?”
I didn’t wear a shirt when working the fields, so all I had to get rid of was my jeans and shoes, which took a mere three seconds.
Maria: “Ah-Ha! So you DID fuck her! I thought so, but she didn’t tell me.”
“Don’t worry about it; your dick is the biggest one I’ve seen. C’mon, let’s do it.” She hit the blanket, propped her young ass on a pillow, caught the back of her knees with her hands, and jerked her legs all the way up, beside her head, “Here it is! Help yourself.”
Maria’s cunt was much tighter than her mother’s, and it only took three pushes to get my cock all the way into the girl. She started with the vocals, “Oh, my, Donnie, that feels so good. It’s the best one I’ve ever had in me.”
As I lay on top of Maria, her legs wrapped tightly around me, I couldn’t help but think about the future. Those legs, they would grow, and one day they would be locking ankles, giving a man a wonderful fucking. She was more active now, moving her body under mine, trying to get my cock in just the right place.
“Mmmm, I like this, Donnie. I wish we could do this all day,” Maria whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “Uh, uh, uh… just me and you, mmmm… fucking all day. Oh, God, that would be so gooood…”.
Mary, on the other hand, was quiet, her only sounds coming from her gasps when she reached her orgasm. Maria, however, was vocal, her words and moans filling the air.
I thought about kissing her, to shut her up, but unlike her mother, Maria seemed hungry for it. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers, and she opened up, her tongue meeting mine.
I knew I would probably have to marry her, now that I had kissed and fucked her. Wally would be standing behind me, shotgun in hand, ready to take me down. My balls began to tingle at the thought, and I buried my cock deep inside Maria, feeling her tighten around me.
As I thrust into her, I thought about the consequences. I’d be married, barely out of high school, and probably a daddy soon. But my orgasm was building, and I couldn’t think about anything else but the pleasure coursing through my body.
Maybe it was the tractor vibrations that had accelerated my recovery, but I felt myself cumming hard, a quart of hot liquid spilling into Maria’s tight pussy. She squirmed and humped, her young body wracked with tremors as she reached her own orgasm.
We lay there for a while, her hands fondling my cock and balls, my tongue and lips working on her tits and kissing her small lips.
“I have to ask you something, Maria,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“About Free Will Day?” Maria replied, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Free Will Day? Is that what you call what we just did?” I asked, a hint of amusement in my voice.
“No, I call that fucking. Mom probably just called it screwing, right?” Maria smiled, her lips curling up.
I nodded, intrigued, and asked, “So what is Free Will Day?”
“The Elders study the moon and stars,” Maria began, her voice filled with excitement. “About every six months, they declare a Free Will Day. On that day, men are allowed to find other women and have sex with them. Women do the same, but only on Free Will Day… no other time.”
“Nobody asks their wife, or husband, who they were with on Free Will Day,” Maria continued. “My boyfriend 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 strange pussy, it’s all over until the next Free Will Day.”
“That way, it’s easier for men and women to stay faithful, knowing that another day will come; when they can seek out someone else for their pleasure,” Maria said, her eyes sparkling with understanding.
“A few of the men stay close to home and fuck their neighbor’s wife, or daughter,” Maria continued. “Most of the men go to Wichita and find whores that will do the dirtiest things they can think of.”
She pulled on my hardening cock, and I knew I wanted more. “This thing is getting pretty hard again,” she said, her voice husky. “Let’s do it some more.”
I smiled, knowing there was more to come. “Well, if we must,” I said, my lips curling up. “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.”
Maria’s eyes narrowed, her face scrunched up in a pout. “MOM WAS? What about ME?”
I kissed her lips, my tongue dancing with hers. “Your mom was amazing, my dear, but you are so fantastic; I just want to live with my cock in you for the rest of Free Will Day.”
But I had a question, one that I had been wanting to ask. “Remember when I told you I had a question? Well, I had no intention of asking you about all this wonderful pussy.”
“Huh?” Maria replied, her confusion evident.
“Yeah, I just wanted to know if you drove naked, all the way from home,” I said, a hint of mischief in my voice.
Maria giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yes, I did.”
I asked her if she’d ever been on top during sex, a simple thing Irene, my girlfriend, had taught me. Maria had only experienced the missionary position, although Mary had told her about doggy style.
I rolled onto my back and helped Maria position her cunt on Fat Boy and slide down in place.
She stayed with me the rest of the afternoon while the old Twin Cities sat idle in the shade. I figured it was my last day alive on the Earth, anyway. Mr. K would fire me for not getting the field finished. Wally would kill and/or de-nut me for fucking his wife and (more than likely) getting his baby girl pregnant.
Irene and my mother would worry about the disappearance of my body, which would probably be buried in a wheat 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 stop just before the old house came in sight and got her blouse, skirt, and apron out of the small box in the floorboard. All I wanted was to turn around and go back to that blanket, at the edge of the field.
She kissed me and thanked me for the best Free 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 field shortly after noon and began ‘roading’ back to the next one, which was about two miles 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 shallow ditch and waited…
The first glimpse of Maria’s arm waving from the open window made my dick jump to attention. It was the same, small, bare arm that had held me close for so long the day before. The same arm that pulled on my back 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 shade about another quarter mile; I’ll have the blanket ready by the time you get there.” “No Free Will Day today; it’s gonna 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 at Wally’s, she seemed excited when she talked about going somewhere in Eastern Oklahoma for the rest of the summer.
My first thought?… “Some lucky Okie asshole is fixin’ to enjoy the rest of his summer.”
Three weeks later, my work for the K’s was finished. Mary drove me to town that last evening. Since Free Will Day, she had barely looked at me, much less 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 next year; goodbye Donnie.”
I moved to the big city, got a much better job and never went their direction again, but, two years later, I ran into Kenneth and Puss at the local drug store. They told me that the whole family was doing fine, Maria was married and had a little, green-eyed son; just a little over a year old. Her husband was soon to be home from the Army.
Damn the lucky bastard… he’d be in a position to fuck his mother-in-law, too… on Free Will Day.