Ray Todd: The farmers hot family

Kitty Stockdale was sitting in the large kitchen of the old farmhouse sipping her third cup of coffee. It was almost noon and she was still wearing a terry cloth robe with her long blonde hair hanging limply over her shoulders. With the children in school and her husband at the auction buying cows, Kitty was just loafing around the house.

Kitty was a very attractive little blonde of twenty three, and was married to a farmer who was twenty years her senior. The girl had married Hank Stockdale shortly after she met him two years ago. They met at the county fair, and the older man who was a widower with two teenagers was attracted by the beautiful girl's youthfulness.

Kitty was the daughter of the town drunk, and since her early teens she'd had no supervision and was the town's easy piece of ass. Hating to spend her evening in their crummy little shack with her drunken father, she spent her time with the young studs of the town, generously taking care of their sexual needs. As time passed, her lovers took the nice girls of the community as their wives. At twenty-one, and with the reputation of being the town's bad girl, almost all the eligible young men had married, leaving Kitty desperate for a husband. That's when she'd met the widowed farmer at the fair, and immediately set out to catch him.

Because of her sensuality and experience, she had no trouble wrapping the lonely older man around her finger. Hank Stockdale had led a sporran life with his children ever since his wife had died several years ago, and when Kitty managed to seduce him, he begged the young girl to be his wife. All the townspeople snickered behind the older man's back for marrying the local dippy who was young enough to be his daughter, but they never made fun of him to his face.

When Hank first proposed to the girl, she saw it as her only means of security. The man was a hard working farmer who'd saved his money and had no debts as most of the other local farmers did. Her only hesitation had been about taking over the responsibility of the man's two children, but that had worked out well for them all.

Now after two years of marriage, Betty and Andy, treated her more like a big sister then a stepmother. After her wild teen-aged years, Kitty often found life on the farm quite boring, but to her surprise, Hank had turned out to be a virile, big-cocked lover who always screwed her deep and hard. Although their hot fucking sessions were always more than satisfying to her, the overly sexed girl was always hankering to be screwed by more than his cock.

That's what she was thinking about as she sat in the kitchen sipping her coffee. Watching through the window, she couldn't keep her eyes off the new farmhand who was out by the barn, brushing down one of the horses. His name was Bart, and he was a transient that Hank had hired just a few days ago. Watching him through the window, Kitty was fascinated by his young muscular body, as he stood there stripped to the waist. He was a blond, deeply tanned young man of about twenty-five, and Kitty could see the sweat gleaming on his broad back as he worked under the blazing sun. The thought that she and the farmhand were the only people on the farm made her wet and itchy between the legs. Wandering how big his prick was and thinking about it stuffed up between her legs was making Kitty more horny than usual.

Getting up from the table, she decided to entice him into the house with a glass of lemonade.

"Bart!" she called out to him from the back porch. "Would you like a nice cold glass of lemonade?"

"I sure would," he grinned, putting down the brush and wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

When he got up to the porch, Kitty handed him the glass and he sat down, on a lower step in the shade.

"I sure appreciate this," he smiled. "It's hotter than hell out there in the sun."

"I'll bet it is," said Kitty, sitting down two steps above him so he could get a good view between her legs as she casually opened the front of her robe.

Bart could hardly believe his eyes when he glanced up and saw the soft golden hairs of her pussy between the girl's slightly parted thighs. Quickly averting his eyes so Kitty wouldn't catch him staring, he could feel his cock starting to stir in his pants.

It pleased Kitty to see how the young man reacted when he first glimpsed her pussy.

"Where do you come from, Bart?" she asked, trying to make light conversation.

"Up north," he stammered, taking another furtive looks up between his legs.

"Is something wrong?" she teased, seeing the wild expression on his face.

"N-no," he stammered, glancing once more at her soft blonde bush. "Why do you ask?"

"You seem nervous," she giggled. "Are you afraid of my pussy?"

He was too stunned by her remark to answer, and just sat there staring at her lewdly exposed cunt a the girl blatantly spread her naked thighs wide aped.

"See," she whispered, reaching down and lightly rubbing the tip of her finger along the pink wet folds of her cuntlips. "It ain't gonna bite." Bart couldn't believe what was happening when the lovely blonde reached out and took his hand, guiding his finger up between her legs.

"Go ahead and touch it," teased the girl. "It loves to be petted."

Bart's cock began pounding wildly in his pants when Kitty slipped his finger into the juicy hotness of her slippery twat.

"D'ya like my pussy?" she whispered as the young man began screwing his finger around deep in her hotly aroused slit.

"Sure," grinned Bart.

Getting up, the girl moved down and sat next to the young man on the step.

"I'm glad," she whispered, leaning over and kissing him lightly on the cheek. "I sure feel horny today and my husband won't be home until evening."

Reaching out, Kitty rested her hand on the big hard bulge that was pressing out against his tight jeans. She felt his big muscular body twisted as she gently caressed his sensitive tool through the material. Becoming more aroused, Kitty could feel her sticky hot pussy juices creaming around his finger as he wormed it deeper into her dripping slit. Quivering with anticipation, Bart slowly lowered his face to hers as Kitty covered his lips with her hot open mouth, her sweet moist tongue entwining around his. Locked in a passionate kiss, the girl expertly lowered his fly, releasing the throbbing prick.

"Oh, sweet baby," she whispered at the feel of this new hot shaft of hard male meat pulsing in her fist. "This is a real beauty."

Bart began plunging his juice-slickened finger deeper and faster into her dripping silt as the girl skimmed the thick, rubbery foreskin up and down over his steel-hard rod. When the front of her robe fell wide apart, Bart buried his face in the delicately scented hollow between her big tits while his thick middle finger continued humming deliciously in and out of her steamy little twat.

Excited at the prospect of being fucked by a brand new hard cock, the horny little blonde lowered her wet open mouth down over the head of his bloated prick. God, how exciting it was to feel his thick rod slipping, between her lips as it slithered deliciously over her tongue until the swollen cockhead nudged against the back of her throat. The meaty fullness of his throbbing prick filling her mouth was pure ecstasy to the girl. Kitty hadn't touched or tasted a new cock for two years, and this one was absolutely delicious. Her entire young body was quivering with delight as she slid her tongue over and around every exiting sinew, lump and vein of the man's big gnarly prick shaft.

Finally lifting her head, Kitty began bobbing her head up and don over his hard cock, feeling it sliding deliciously back and forth between her wet, sucking lips. The way but was lurching and jerking with mounting excitement added even more pleasure to what she was doing to him.