"Elsie, come in here, I gotta talk to you," It was Mom. Now what? Elsie wondered. She was trying to clean out the pig pen, talking to the pigs as she did it. Maybe Mom wanted to lecture her again about avoiding all contact with males of any age -- they weren't to be trusted.
She took off her muddy, stinking boots outside the back door and walked into the kitchen. She shook her head and a couple of pieces of straw fell out of her long blond hair. Straw in her hair, muddy boots, jeans -- she was a real country bumpkin she thought to herself.
Elsie loved the farm, but wished she could dress up once in a while, a flimsy blouse; short skirt; stocking; heels -- she could be a knockout. And these damned glasses, if only they could afford contact lenses. But, she thought, at eighteen she was pretty lucky, she had to work, but she loved what she did.
"Sit down dear, I made us a cup of tea and here are some cookies." Mom said, smiling. "We have to talk."
This had to be serious, tea and cookies in the middle of the afternoon -- while she was still doing the chores.
Oh God! She thought, they caught that guy who shot his sperm all over me at the Fourth of July fireworks, and they're going to put him in jail. Mom had never said any more about that and she certainly wasn't going to bring it up. Had Mom called the cops and.......?
Mom brought over the mugs of steaming tea, here it came.
"Elsie dear, you probably don't realize it, but the farm just isn't making it. I can make more money working in town."
Oh no, they were going to sell the farm?
"But I won't give up the farm, we both enjoy it too much."
Thank God.
"So I want you to go on working here until you go to college in the fall, and I'll get you some help."
"Help Mom? What kind of help?" She asked.
"I'll get a strong man who'll be good for the heavy work."
Elsie envisaged a muscular, good looking young farm hand.
"I've talked to the people at the Bible College and they have someone they're going to send over tomorrow."
Oh no, a Christian wimp! Oh well, you can't have all your dreams, or life wouldn't be fun when the real thing came along.
Next morning, bright and early the help showed up. He was a nice looking guy wearing glasses, not really the brawny farm hand, but he could probably do the work. His name was Ken, and Elsie showed him what had to be done, and advised him to bring a pair of boots tomorrow.
The first day worked out okay, Ken was stronger than he looked, and managed to stay pretty clean. Next day he was better dressed for the work, and was learning fast. He hadn't had much experience with animals, and was nervous around the horses in particular, but he was very willing and would try anything Elsie asked him to do.
When he'd been there about a week Mom had started to go into town every morning early. One day when they stop for lunch, Elsie went up to take off her bra and change into a short sleeved shirt, and forgetting Ken was in the house, came down with it open. She met Ken coming out of the kitchen, and he stopped dead, looking at her breasts.
Elsie quickly covered herself, but Ken reached out and touched her.
"NO!" She said.
"They're beautiful." Ken uttered open mouthed and grabbing her shoulders pulled her toward him. Elsie pushed him away, but he was too strong and pulling her to him, kissed her mouth.
For Elsie this set off a reaction that she couldn't control. She returned his kiss, and soon their mouths were locked together, tongues meeting, touching, entwining. Ken's hand slipped under her shirt and she felt him fondling her small breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
Her heart pounding Elsie held Ken in her arms, as his hands explored her body. He tried to push his hand down her jeans, and when he found her belt too tight she loosened it and felt his hand slipping down into her panties. She wanted him, and slipping her hand down the front of his jeans felt his hard penis pushing out his pants.
"Do you have a rubber?" She whispered in his ear.
"No."
"I can't do this. I've never been with a man before." Still whispering.
"I want to .....I need to.........to fuck you." Ken said softly.
"I do too." She said.
"Let's go up to your room. We can do other things."
And Elsie turned and started up the stairs.
In her room they held each other kissing, hands running over each others bodies. Ken had Elsie's blouse off and pulled on her jeans, which she took off, and his hand found its way into her panties. He touched her vagina, which startled them both, she'd never had a man touch her "down there" and he'd never touched a girl "down there", so there was a pause and then his fingers started to explore her.
She gave a little gasp as his fingers touched her clitoris, and then rubbing, penetrating, found there way into her now-wet vagina. Elsie's heart was pounding, she was ready and wanted sex, and if pushed would probably have let Ken do anything he wanted, but fortunately he kept his head and went no farther.
Soon Ken too was undressed and Elsie took off her panties and they held each other naked. Ken kissed her breasts, then worked down until his mouth was on her mound, then he opened her with his fingers and kissed her vulva, but pulled away because he didn't like the smell of her, even though he realized that most of the odor was sweat, from working.
He had turned around so that his face was opposite her vagina, and his penis near Elsie's face, and inserted his finger into her and she gave a little gasp. The seeing his stiff, dripping cock in front of her she rubbed it gently then kissed it.
"Put it in your mouth "he said, and she did as he asked, sucking on it gently, at the same time his finger was in her vagina rubbing vigorously.
"Yes, yes, that's nice." She said, and sucked on him harder.
After several minutes Ken said, "This isn't working for me."
"Me too." Elsie answered. "I think I can do it better myself."
So they both rolled over on their backs and started to masturbate vigorously.
After just two minutes Elsie started groaning, "Oh..oh..uuuuuuh...." As she jerked spasmodically and had a nice orgasm.
This was enough for Ken, and his cock started squirting, mostly on his stomach but some landing on Elsie's bed and some hitting her breast. They lay there for a couple of minutes and when Ken asked if she had any Kleenex Elsie got up, kissed him and brought him a couple.
They got up quickly because they had to make up for lost time, then got dressed, kissing several times as they did. Soon they were out again working hard, but both cherishing the lovely moment they had just experienced.
