Summertime down on the farm, Jill and her older sister Evelyn invited myroommate and me to stay at her parent’s farm for the month of July, since neither of us were working that summer. I pictured long hot languid days, and hotter nights. There would be timefor swimming, horseback riding, and uninterrupted nights of passionate lovemaking. The following story is how that month really turned out. We had been there two days when Jill’s dad suggested we might like tohelp bring in the hay since there was a storm coming. We agreed, I mean how hard could it be for two strong athletic boys like us, right? The July heat beats down in sheets of body draining pain. My eyes hurtfrom squinting in the sun, even the best sunglasses didn’t seem to help. Sweat rolled off my body faster then I could replace it even drinking all the water there was available. Keep in mind that was outside where the temperature for the last week had been a mind boggling 110 in the sun by noon. It was only 83 now, but then it was only ten in the morning and we were loading the last of three wagons with hay in the far field of the farm. Inside the barn, it was running at least thirty degrees hotter. We taketurns at unloading the wagons because it gave us a chance to rest, while the others went back out to the fields to get more hay. Mr. Carlson, the farm owner was an old-fashioned person, he likes hishay in bales no bigger then fifty pounds, and undercover in his big huge wooden barn with the glistening metal roof that sucked up heat better then any new fangled solar panels; it was like baking in a sauna. There was a storm brewing in the west, and we are trying to get all thehay under cover before the rains come, and ruined it for premium prices. That meant we started earlier then usual and would work until it poured, or until it was done. There were six of us working Mr. Carlson, his wife, their two daughtersand Jim Stafford and myself Bill Wade. We went to university with the two girls, and when they invited us out for a month at the farm, stupid us thought it would be all frolic and fun. Free food, free liquor, free hot passionate loving what more could a couple of guy’s desire? Jill Carlson and her sister Evelyn were prime female flesh, at twentyand twenty-two they were tall, slim, taut and always suntanned. They had high perky breasts just enough to fill your hands full, and long luscious lashes covering snapping green eyes. Their hair looked almost alive it was so beautiful. It must be a throwback to another generation because both parents have mousey brown hair. Theirs is long although usually they wore it up in ponytails when it wasdown, it fell to their full heart shaped asses and tangled in wild curls just meant for a man to comb his fingers through or bury his cock inside as he wrapped it around himself and masturbated to climax. They were wild in bed but so far, their daddy had made sure there was notime for fucking. It was as if he had a sex detector in his head, every time things started percolating, he showed up with a smile and an invitation to go somewhere, or do something that couldn’t be refused. Today Jill and I were in the barn with at least a half-hour beforeanyone returned. She smiled as soon as the sound of the tractor faded into the distance and started unbuttoning her shirt. “Let’s hose off and get busy while we have the chance.” She smiled at mewith a wink. I grinned, not sure which I wanted first, the ice cold water that flowedout of the hose that filled the animal watering troughs, or being buried in her hot wet pussy while I had the chance. I knew my cock already had the answer as it sprang a hard-on so tight you couldn’t move the skin…. Read the rest of summer harvest
Author: maggie2002
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