Kurt Wheeling stopped the hay bale in mid-swing to watch the rusty blue Ford pickup rattle down the county road that ran alongside the barn. Perched inside, but hanging half out the passenger window was buxom Sharon Montgomery, and she had Kurt zeroed in with her glacial blue eyes. Kurt started to raise a hand to wave to Sharon, but realized, too late, that his fingers were still hooked in the baling twine. He lost his balance, fell to the floor of the hay wagon, and barely had enough time to see Sharon laughing hysterically, and yelling something back at him as the truck sped away. He was trying to pick it out of the air when he saw her parting gesture. Sharon puckered her lips and blew him a kiss before turning to resume her trip home with her mother.
Kurt, sighing and half smiling at his lack of grace, picked himself and the hay bale up from the wagon floorboards and turned to put it on the conveyer belt. As he did, he saw Edgar and Flo, the farm owners, smiling at each other from the upper section of the barn loft. Witnesses to the little drama that had taken place below. Edgar smacked Flo on the seat of her jeans covered ass, and then quickly looked at Kurt and winked. Flo, always good-natured, and more than a match for old Edgar, laughed whole-heartedly and punched Edgar right back.
Edgar Kennedy looked down at Kurt and shook his head from side to side. "Young man, I know you grew up in Philly, but I don't even think your city upbringing is any match for that Montgomery girl."
"Edgar, you leave him alone. Sharon's a decent girl, just a little wilder than most for this rural hick town. Besides, I'll bet he's seen it all in his four years of college."
"Well, Flo, you could be right. You are, y'know, every once in awhile. But I'll bet he's just as mesmerized by ol' Sharon's assets as any of our local farm boys she's teased half to death over the past few years. Ain't that right, Kurt?"
" Yes, Edgar. I most definitely appreciate a good set of assets, whether they're attached to Sharon or any of the other milk-fed local beauties you grow around here. Hey, Flo, how old is Sharon now, anyway?"
"Well, let me see. She graduated Fillmore High with the Malloy's son 3 years ago, so I guess that would make her 21, maybe 22 now."
Edgar leered from the loft and warned, "You watch out for that Jezebel, boy! She clean your clock for you."
From your lips to God's ear, thought Kurt
Flo added, "You'll get another dose of her hot pants later today, there, Kurt. She's coming with her daddy to watch Doc Lancaster inseminate Beulah and Sal."
Beulah and Sal were two of Edgar and Flo's prize milking Holsteins, in case you were wondering.
Kurt finished unloading the bales and then rode the conveyer to the barn loft to help finish the daily stacking. He loved this life, and would be sorry to see this summer come to a close. This was to be his last summer on the dairy farm he had worked between high school and college years ever since his oldest sister had married into the farming family 5 years earlier. He had packed plenty of muscle on his 6'2" frame baling hay, pitching silage, and milking 130 head of Holsteins twice a day these past summers. He was anxious to start his new career in September, but would miss not coming back here to spend any more summers with Edgar and Flo.
Around 3 o'clock, Kurt heard the familiar sound of chopper blades and looked across the road to see Doc Lancaster settling his bubble-domed helicopter firmly on the ground. The veterinarian cut the engine, grabbed his supplies, and, ducking his head, crossed under the slowly circling blades. He then came loping across the road to the barn. Edgar and Flo greeted him, and then everyone, Kurt included, funneled into the barn to greet Beulah and Sal.
As countless generations of cows before them, the Holsteins gave the vet and entourage a vacuous stare, and continued to chew their cuds. Doc Lancaster made some preparations, rolled up his sleeves, donned a pair of arm length latex gloves, and prepped the bull semen he planned to plant deep into the two unsuspecting cows. When he was ready, the vet stood behind Sal, probed her vulva, and then slowly pushed his arm deep into her vagina until he was in just past his elbow. He began releasing the semen deep in Sal's reproductive tract. The good doctor looked over at Edgar and Flo, winked, and said...
"I hope it's as good for her as it is for me."
Even though everyone had heard Doc's witticism many times in the past, it still brought a smile and chuckle to everyone standing there.
It brought more than a laugh to one of those present, however.
Kurt heard a slight intake of breath from behind him, and then a feminine hand lightly caressed his shoulder. He turned to see a wide-eyed Sharon with her spellbound gaze cast firmly on the artificial insemination scene playing out before them. Sharon slowly leaned forward and Kurt bent down to hear her breathless whisper.
"God, I wish someone would do that to me!"
Her mouth was open and her body twitched with each contractual push of the vet's enveloped arm.
Realizing she wasn't joking (or was she?), Kurt whispered back, "Stick around and help me finish milking tonight. Afterwards, if your serious, I'll fill you as full as you've ever dreamed possible."
Snapping out of her trance-like state, Sharon flipped back "Think you could do that, do you?"
"Well, Sharon, I'm not too sure about getting up to my elbow, but I can guarantee you won't be running off anywhere while I have your womb in my grasp."
Sharon inhaled sharply. "Are you serious? God, Kurt, don't you tease me about this. I've always wondered..."
Before she could finish, Kurt took Sharon by the arm and guided her away from the crowd hovering around Sal. He put his lips up close to her right ear and whispered, "Baby, I'll give you everything you ever wanted, but were afraid to ask for. You can have all the tongue, cock, and even fist you ever-dreamed possible. All you have to do is lie back and surrender."
