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It was already hot, Angelina wiped small beads of
sweat from her forehead as she crossed from the house to the barn. When
there was a breeze it was just barely enough to stir the dust in the yard,
usually blowing it straight toward the clothes line where her sheets were
hung.
As she approached the barn she stopped, listening to an engine coming down
the dirt road in front of the house.
It didn’t sound like a car or truck, a little like a tractor maybe, but
not exactly.
The sound drew nearer and Angelina found herself turning from her path
toward the mailbox to see what it was, just as the motorcycle and rider
came into view from around the curve.
The man looked her way and Angelina caught herself waving, and grinning.
The rider slowed and pulled into the yard. cutting the engine to his
machine.
He wasn’t a really big man, Angelina thought, not like her Carl, But
something about him made her feel a little sheepish, as he looked at her
and smiled.
Hello, Ma’am,” He said as he removed the goggles and cap he was wearing.
“Hi yerself,” Angelina said, feeling her stomach muscles tighten just a
bit at the soothing sound of his voice.
He pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and began to wipe his face
and neck as he introduced himself.
“Names Blyth, like the Captain. Jeremy Blyth, and I was only a Sergeant,
not a Captain.”
“Well Sergeant Blyth, My names Angelina Chapman, what can I do for ya? You
lost?”
Blyth smiled, and Angelina felt a slight quiver deep insider he as he
answered.
“No, Ma’am, I’m not lost. I’m headed for Opelaka, but I’ve gotten myself
in a bit of a fix. This motorcycle of mine broke down a few days ago, and
fixing her took up most of my reserve money. I was sorta wondering if you
might have some day work I could do. To get myself a meal and, if you’re
able, two bits for some fuel to get me a little further on my way.”
Angelina thought a moment, she wasn’t in the habit of enabling Hobos and
the like, but for some reason she didn’t want to tell Sergeant Blyth to go
just yet either.
“I’ve got some wood needs choppin’ and a few other chores you can do,” She
said finally, “That’ll get you a hot meal, some coffee, and an overnight
grub for your trip. We’ll see about that two bits though, may need to wait
till my Carl comes in from the field about that.”
“Thank you Mrs...”
“Angelina’ll be fine,” She said, “Now if you don’t mind, that wood is
over’t the other side of the house there. I’ve got a few chores of my own
need tendin’ right now.”
“Yes Ma’am,” was Blyth’s only reply as he headed for the wood pile.
As she headed to the barn to turn the chickens out she stopped at the door
and turned to watch Blyth.
He was standing at the water trough in front of the house rinsing his face
and neck and Angelina grinned to herself as she watched him.
Back inside the house, Angelina began fixing lunch. Carl and their two
boys had taken their buckets with them to the field early this morning,
but there was enough of last night’s stew left for her and Sergeant Blyth
to share.
She set it near the stove to warm as she made biscuits and fried a plate
of apple pies.
She listened to the steady rhythm of the axe biting into the dry wood and
occasionally stole a look out the window at the Sergeant. Then she would
look away and ask herself why she hadn’t just sent this man on his way, as
she had always done before.
Angelina ladled the warm stew over a couple hot biscuits, added two pies
and a pot of fresh coffee to the tray and carried them out on the back
porch.
Blyth had been splitting wood with a smooth, constant motion for nearly
two hours.
“Lunchtime Sergeant,” Angelina said as she rounded the corner and suddenly
stopped.
Blyth had stripped to the waist in the hot Southern sun and his exposed
body was deeply tanned, well muscled, and glistening with beads of sweat
that made Angelina’s breath catch in her throat and he knees a little
rubbery.
Blyth stood up and smiled at her, “Thank you Mrs. Angelina, if you’ll
allow me a second to clean up, I hope you’ll join me.”
Angelina smiled back at him, “I wouldn’t be much of a hostess if I made
company eat alone now would I Sergeant?”
“No Ma’am I guess you wouldn’t,” Blyth said as he gathered his shirt and
headed back to the water trough to clean up and redress.
Angelina set the tray on a stump in the shade of the house. And though she
tried to convince herself she was absently picking up the sparse, dusty
yard, she kept stealing glances at Blyth as he washed the sweat from his
chiseled body, and she felt her heart quicken.
Finally, Blyth returned and the two sat in the shade to eat and make small
talk.
Blyth was traveling to meet an old army friend who had promised him a
partnership in a sawmill operation he’d begun.
It was the first real opportunity to come his way since leaving the army
in ‘21, almost four years ago.
Angelina spoke mostly of the farm, the people in town, or from church. All
things Blyth had no reason to have any interest in, but he listened
intently just the same and Angelina found herself enjoying the chance to
speak with someone who actually engaged her in conversation.
After one humorous exchange about the antics of one of Angelina’s fellow
church members, both were laughing pleasantly and Angelina suddenly found
her hand on Blyth’s knee. Almost before she realized she’d done it, she
had squeezed it lightly, feeling the muscles of his leg and rubbing slowly
about half-way up his thigh before coming to her senses with a shock and
quickly pulling her hand away and standing up.
Blyth sat silently, sipping the last of his coffee and looking up at
Angelina.
“I’ve got to get the afternoon milking done Sergeant,” She said curtly,
“If you would please just collect the dishes and set them on the porch I
will cary them in the house shortly.”
“Yes ma’am,” Blyth said as Angelina set out for the barn at an almost
hurried pace. Her mind was such a swirl that she never ever recognized
that he’d called after her.
Once in the barn, Angelina closed the door and tried to catch her breath.
She grabbed up the leather-seated three-legged stool she used for milking
and her bucket, heading for the stall.
Milking was by far her favorite chore on the farm, she found
it...relaxing... and rarely delegated it to either Carl or their two boys.
Angelina greased the webbing between the thumb and forefinger on each hand
as she lifted her dress over the stool before kneeling down on it, letting
the seat’s saddle cradle her bare crotch and ass cheeks.
Angelina had learned at an early age that something about the way the
stool cradled her felt better than it should, and as she grew up she’d
learned ways to move her body as she stroked and squeezed milk from the
cows udder that made it feel even better.
Angelina had never had an orgasm from intercourse with Carl, She enjoyed
it, but it was always over too quickly.
And she’d been raised to believe that a woman wasn’t supposed to enjoy her
“wifely duties” but merely to submit to them without complaint, of any
kind.
So Angelina found “satisfaction” in the twice daily milkings.
And the way she felt right now, this poor cow may end up dry for days.
Angelina reached out and gently began to stroke the cows udders, squeezing
the milk slowly into the pail with first one hand, then the other as she
began to rock and grind against the front tab of he stool.
She felt the pressure building up inside her and began to milk, and grind
faster, as she thought of Blyth’s hard, sweat glistened body and his easy
smile.
She put one hand against the cows side to steady herself as she began to
moan, grinding against the stool more furiously, sweat beginning to cover
her forehead as she continued to milk with one hand, careful not to jerk
the udder too fast or too hard and upsetting the cow.
She began to gasp and cry out softly as she felt herself nearing orgasm.
Steadying herself with both hands now, sweat began to slowly run down her
face as she moaned louder, unconsciously calling out Blyth’s name as she
came.
After the wave of orgasm had passed she rested, her forehead laid against
her crossed arms on the cows side as she caught her breath.
A sound to her right drew her attention and she looked to find Sergeant
Blyth standing at the door of the stall, silently smiling.
Startled she gasped, wondering how long he’d been there.
“I don’t think I've ever seen anyone milk a cow with such zeal before,” he
said softly, letting Angelina know he’d been there long enough to get a
good show.
Angelina noticed he must have enjoyed what he saw as well, judging by the
bulge in his trousers as he stepped closer to help her up.
Angelina turned scarlet as the realization of being caught by this
stranger sunk in, but Blyth merely offered her his hand and said; “I
didn’t mean to interrupt. I came to tell you I was finished with the wood,
then I heard you sounding like you might be in trouble. And when I heard
my name I thought you might really be needing some help.”
Oh God, Angelina thought, had she called out his name? She couldn’t
remember, but he had been the subject of her thoughts, and now here he
stood, close in front of her.
She could feel the heat radiating off of both their bodies rising between
them and she thought again of the bulge in his pants as she found herself
reaching out with one hand to caress his strong jaw and chin.
“Maybe I do have another chore for you,” She said as the other hand slid
down, over and firmly began to squeeze the hard cock hidden in Blyth’s
pants.
Without a word, Blyth pulled her closer, running one hand down over her
ass, squeezing the firm cheek as he bent to kiss her.
She began to tear at the buttons of his trousers, finally freeing the cock
beneath, and as she began to stroke it, to milk it, she took a moment to
look down at it and absent mindedly licked her lips at the sight of it.
It didn’t appear as long as Carls, the only other one she’d ever seen,
much less held, but it was much thicker. So thick she wondered briefly if
it would fit insider her without doing damage, but she knew she’d have to
find out regardless.
Blyth threw his head back and began to moan softly and squeeze her tighter
to him as she stroked him.
Tearing open the front of her dress he began to fondle and kneed her
breasts, rubbing the pads of his thumbs around her nipples and making her
moan and grind against his thigh as she squeezed harder, stroking his cock
faster.
As he leaned to kiss and suck her neck, she locked a thigh on his hip and
seemed to be trying to climb his stout frame.
Blyth lifted her off of the barn’s dirt floor and as she locked both legs
around his hips he walked her to a nearby workbench and set her down on
it, slowly pushing himself back from her, she reached for his cock again,
but he stepped back.
Her hair, face and body wet with sweat, breathing hard she looked at him
angrily and he just smiled easily.
“I’d like to show you something I learned in France, during the war, he
said softly, “If you’ll just lean back,” he said as he placed one hand on
her exposed breast and gently pushed her shoulders against the wall and
stepped between her legs, “and bear with me for a few seconds.”
Blyth slowly lifted the skirt of her dress up over her thighs, the tip of
his cock touched the wetness of her slit and made her gasp as he began to
stroke her thighs with a firm but gentle touch.
Angelina arched her back and moaned softly, closing her eyes and gripping
the edge of the bench tightly.
Blyth slowly spread her legs further apart and knelt to kiss the inside of
her thigh, licking up her leg, following the trail left by the stream of
juices from her encounter with the stool, Angelina moaned loudly, wanting
to be revulsed, but wanting more as well.
Blyth gently nibbled the inside of her thigh, making her gasp as he lifted
her legs onto his shoulders before licking further up her thigh.
“God!” Angelina cried out as she felt his tongue brushing over her soft
wet bush.
Suddenly her clit was on fire as Blyth’s lips locked her wet pussy in a
deep, sucking kiss and his tongue darted around and stroked her clit.
Angelina’s legs involuntarily contracted, trying to pull him deeper into
her as she reached with one hand and ran her fingers through his sweat
soaked hair. Pressing his face harder, deeper against her pussy, she began
to cry out his name as she ground herself against his face.
When she came, it was so sudden, and with such force that Angelina wasn’t
sure she would survive it, or that it would ever stop.
She cried, screamed and clawed at Blyth’s head and shoulders, gouging them
deeply as she squirted her juices into his mouth.
When it was over, almost ashamed of what just happened she tried to push
him away, afraid he would be repulsed by what she had done on his face,
only to find him resisting her push.
Blyth was still furiously lapping and sucking at her wet pussy, when he
finally submitted to her pressure, he stood up and Angelina noticed a
thick stream of her own juices dribbling from his chin as he leaned to
kiss her deeply.
Angelina looked up at him in amazement and wonder at what he had just done
to her, the way he’d made her feel.
He smiled softly and said “It works both ways, if you’d care to try it.”
At first Angelina wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, and as she tried to
piece it together she realized her hand was already stroking his erect
cock pulling it closer between her legs.
“You want me to take you in my mouth?” She asked a bit apprehensively.”
Blyth nodded, “If you’d like to,” he said.
Angelina couldn’t decide if she found the idea disgusting or exciting, but
after what she’d just experienced she knew she’d have to try it. So she
lowered herself off the bench and knelt before him without ever taking her
hand off his cock.
She felt a little foolish, but excited as she wondered what to do, or how
to start and she looked up at him, a bit apprehensive as she slowly
stroked his cock, he smiled back at her before closing his eyes and
tilting his head back and whispering, “just do what you think might feel
good.”
She stroked him slowly several more times, marveling at how firm his cock
was in her hand, almost hypnotized by the way the hole in the end opened a
little as she pushed her hand back and wondering again, now that she was
looking so closely at it if it would fit in her hungry pussy, much less
her mouth.
Finally she tenderly stuck out her tongue and licked the bottom the head.
Then she circled the ridge along the back of the head before closing her
lips around it as though she were about to bite into a large strawberry,
but instead of biting she sucked, darting her tongue against the hole,
pressing as though she were trying to get inside it.
Blyth moaned and ran his fingers through her hair.
“That’s it,” he said softly,”Now take a little more.”
Angelina eagerly moved her lips down the shaft of his cock, pressing the
head between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she continued to
stroke and suck him.
Blyth moaned louder and began to slowly rock her head back and forth on
his cock.
Angelina thought briefly that it he were any bigger at all, she would
never be able to do this without biting him.
He began to moan more loudly and Angelina found herself reaching between
her own legs with her free hand, stroking her dripping slit as she tried
to take him deeper in her mouth.
“God yeah,” Blyth said as Angelina began to moan on his cock, wanting to
cry out at her own excitement, but unable to do so with her mouth full.
“Faster Angelina, please” he begged as he looked down into her eyes.
She complied letting him push deeper into her mouth at the speed of his
own choosing as she stroked his exposed shaft with one hand and her
burning clit with the other.
Angelina felt her own excitement building. Unable to open her mouth and
cry out, she sucked harder as she moaned, the gasps Blyth let out as he
neared climax only excited her more, feeding the process until Angelina
knew she was about to explode into another violent orgasm.
Just as he own orgasm started, Blyth cried out loudly and suddenly her
mouth was filled with his hot, creamy, salty cum.
Angelina found herself amazed that there was so much of it as every push
into her mouth seemed to bring another squirt of the milky liquid.
Angelina felt it running down her throat, out the sides of her mouth and
down her chin and she felt her own orgasm break loose as she eagerly
swallowed first his cum, then with a gentle push, the entire length of his
cock.
Angelina was amazed she could still breathe with Blyth's huge cock down
her throat, but still she held him there, his public hair tickling her
nose as she came in a great puddle on the dark dirt floor. Angelina slowly
backed off of his cock letting her tongue flick at the exposed tip before
eagerly taking him deep several more times, making sure to milk every last
drop of his cum into her mouth.
Finally she looked up at him and smiled softly as he lifted her off the
floor with a hand on each side of her face.
“What did you think?” he asked softly as he lifted her back to the bench
and slid her skirt up.
“I think I’d like to go to France,” She said with a wink and then a little
gasp as Blyth pushed the head of his cock into her.
Angelina felt her pussy grabbing for more as Blyth slowly entered and
retreated with just the head of his cock, she moaned softly each time she
felt the ridge spread her lips each way and she clawed at his back trying
to pull him deeper.
Blyth slowly slid his hands over her body, they slid smoothly against her
soft, sweat soaked skin until he found purchase on her hips and held her
tight as he plunged his thick cock into her.
Angelina Cried out in both pain and exileration, her nails biting deep
into Blyth’s muscular shoulders, drawing blood as he pulled her to him,
pushing deeper inside her and holding her down on his cock.
Angelina squirmed trying to find relief, or release from the huge cock
inside her, but wanting more. She felt her wet pussy stretched around the
throbbing shaft as Blyth began to rock back and forth, slowly pulling his
cock almost completely out of her before reversing direction and gently
pushing back deep inside her.
Angelina put her hands on either side of Blyth’s head and alternated
looking deep into his eyes and down to watch his cock slide slowly into
her.
Blyth bent down and took her nipple in his mouth, biting is gently as he
rubbed the tip with his tongue then sucking it deep into his mouth before
pushing hard into her.
Angelina cried out loud enough to startle the chickens pecking idly near
the barn door and locked her fingers against Blyth’s neck as she began to
buck against him, grinding on his cock with each powerful stroke into her.
Blyth began to fuck her harder, faster pulling her toward him with each
stroke grunting as his shaft hit bottom but still trying to push deeper
before retreating to pump into her again like the piston of a steam
engine.
Sweat poured off of Blyth, dripping off his chin to fall on Angelina’s
exposed breasts as her own sweat fell in great drops from her tangled hair
and ran down her body in huge drops.
As Blyth pumped hard into her, he knew she was about to cum again, her
cries changed from a high pitched squeal-like sound into a throaty, urgent
one.
Blyth felt her already tight pussy lips squeezing harder against his shaft
and involuntarily began to thrust faster.
Angelina screamed herself almost horse as wave after wave of orgasm sent
her body into convulsions. She squirmed, scratched, bucked and clawed as
Blyth continued to pound into her.
She felt her own cum splashing back onto her as it shot out around Blyth’s
cock and over his body.
“Look at me,” Blyth grunted as she shuddered and thrashed.
She did as he commanded, looking deep into his eyes with an almost
pleading look, not sure if he wanted him to make it stop or prevent it
from ever stopping as he began to make a deep guttural grunting sound with
each hard thrust.
Even knowing he was going to cum deep and hard inside her didn’t prepare
her for the force she felt both physically and emotionally as she felt her
wet pussy fill with the hot fluid he pumped into her.
She instantly began to cum again as he pumped into her and she reached
down to drag her fingers along his shaft and up her slit, covering them in
both his juices and hers before sucking them deep into her mouth.
She bit them slightly as Blyth gave one last hard thrust and held himself
deep inside her and gave a brief shudder.
Then, without retreating he pulled her up into his arms and they held one
another up as they caught their breath, each panting furiously and sweat
soaked.
Blyth felt Angelina squeezing as his cock slowly softened inside her and
he gave one last gentle push, bringing a soft gasp from her lips as she
kissed him.
‘You know, hot as it is in here, I’m afraid your milk may have ruined
already,” He finally said with a soft smile.
“That’s quite alright,” she said smiling back as she toyed with a strand
of his hair, “the only reason for the afternoon milking is to prevent
discomfort anyway.”
“In you of the cow?”
“Both most of the time,” she said as she slid down from the bench and
played at straightening her torn and sodden dress.
“I hope that’s not going to create a problem for you to explain,” Blyth
said pointing at the dress.
“He’ll be so tired when he gets home, unless I’m still wearing it, he’ll
never notice. What about you? Have you got something else to wear? I could
rinse those and hang them for you.”
“Thank you, but I should probaBlyth just change and be on my way.”
“You could spend the night, in the barn, if you’d like.”
“Do you think that would be wise?” Blyth asked.
Angelina looked deep into his eyes again, wanting to be able to remember
every detail of his face the next time she was milking.
“ProbaBlyth not,” She said finally.
“I’ll go get my things and change,” Blyth said finally.
“Right,” Angelina said as they both headed to the barn door. Just before
they stepped out she turned and kissed him once more, softly, then they
stepped into the light and walked separate directions. Blyth toward his
bike and then the water trough, Angelina into the house.
When she returned to the porch Blyth was just finished repacking the bags
on his bike.
She walked up and handed him a small wrapped package.
“A sandwich, for your overnight grub, as promised,” She said with a smile.
“Thanks,” he said taking the package.
She also reached into the front pocket of the dress she had changed into
and brought out a dollar bill.
“And this is for your gas, there’s a station in town, should still be open
if you hurry,”
“This is too much,” he started to protest.
“Just take it, all you’ve done around here today was at least worth that.
It woulda taken me two, three days to get all that wood chopped.”
“Thank you, again,” he said.
Blyth strapped his goggles on and turned his motorcyle around before
cranking it and offering one final wave before starting to roll down the
drive. As he pulled out onto the road, Angelina watched him pull away just
before Carl and the two boys turned into the drive on the tractor.
“Who was that?” Carl asked as he lowered the boys down.
Angelina shrugged, “Just some drifter, lookin' for day work and a hot
meal.”
“And you accommodated him? You must be softening up in your old age,” Carl
said.
Angelina didn’t reply she just ushered the boys into the house to clean up
for supper.
That night, as they lay down to bed, Angelina turned to Carl and mustering
all her courage she asked
“When you were in the war, did you ever get to France?...” |
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