Annie hated this backward part of Alabama that was known as the black belt. Located in West Alabama it wasn't close to any big city like she was use to. The land was known for its rich farming land, which was why she and her husband, Paul, found themselves living here.
The land had been in his family for years and now that his father was no longer able to work it he had turned the operation over to Paul and his younger brother Jim. Paul had a good job in Knoxville making plenty of money for them to live off and enjoy the things the larger town had to offer. Jim had never left the farm and he and Judy, his wife, were happy with the life they had here. As far as Annie cared they could have the whole place to themselves.
The old farmhouse was huge. It was more like a duplex than a single-family house. Annie and Paul had half and Jim and Judy the other half. It even had two kitchens and separate bathrooms. It wasn't sound proof and she and Paul could hear Jim and Judy fucking away all hours of the night. Fucking was about the only thing Annie enjoyed about living here. There was plenty of time for that with nothing else to do.
Annie and Paul were both twenty-six and Jim and Judy were twenty-four. Both brothers were about the same size with dark hair and blue eyes. They were quite an eye full to the girls they had grown up with. Now those girls had married and left town as soon as they could.
Annie was tall and slim with a beautiful head of blond hair. It was all natural as Paul could attest. Her breasts were high and firm even if they were not quite a c cup. Her hips were nice and her ass attracted a lot of attention in the jeans she constantly wore.
Judy was short and better endowed in the breasts department than Annie. She was also a blond and her ass looked just as good in jeans as did Annie's neither husband had anything to be shame of. At the swimming pool the two women were hard to ignore in the skimpy bikinis they wore. Both husbands didn't mind looking at either wife.
Annie hated to go into town alone. It was mostly blacks that stood around on the corners and made comments as she went about doing her shopping. Back in Knoxville she was use to this type behavior but not from young black men that made it clear what they could do for a long legged blond housewife.
Judy had grown up around most of them and they kidded her the same way. She just laughed and joked with them. "Eat your heart out guys, this all belongs to Jim."
Annie tried to only go into town when Judy could go with her.
During planting season the men were in the fields from dawn till late afternoon. The women fixed lunch and would take it to the field for them and the crew they had working. Most of the time there would be at least a dozen men to feed; all of them black except Paul and Jim. Annie could feel their eyes on her each time she was around them. Where most white men at least were sneaky about looking at women, the blacks didn't make any bones about noticing the women and their shapely asses. Annie couldn't believe how open they were with their comments.
She had talked to Paul about that several times. He didn't see any problem with it. "Men have hit on you all your life. Just act like Judy and don't let them know it gets to you." That was easier said than done.
She had been living here almost a year and it wasn't getting any better. If she had not loved Paul so much she would have gone back home and left him here with his beloved farm.
One day she finally talked to Judy as they were getting lunch ready for the men. "I don't see how you can take all the talk from the black men. I just can't get use to them being so open."
"Jim and I were talking just the other night about how unhappy you seem here on the farm. Is it all of us or just the blacks that causes you problems?"
"Oh, I'm sorry if you think it is you and Jim. I love being around you both. It's all the blacks and the lack of other white women around here. Where I grew up in the mid-west there weren't many blacks at all. What few there was stayed to themselves. I have never lacked from males hitting on me but these men don't just hit they make offers as to what they would like to do to me in bed, and Paul just blows it off as no big deal."
"Jim and I grew up with these same men. They have been offering to take me to bed from back in High School days. They do not frighten me because I know most of them and their families. I have even dated some of them as well as Jim with the black girls."
"You went out with black men? I could never do that. What did you do on dates?"
"The same thing I did with the white boys I went with, which wasn't much more than a hamburger, a movie and then a little making out down by the river."
"You made out with the blacks? What did Jim think about that?"
"He did his own share of making out. He went farther than I did. I was a virgin when we married but he wasn't so I am sure he got to more than first base with at least one of them. All I got was a lot of kisses and my tits squeezed and sucked from time to time."
"I could never let one of them touch me like that. It would totally freak me out."
"The only reason I was still a virgin was because I was afraid of one of the guys I went with and liked the best had the biggest cock I ever felt. It was fear that stopped me from having sex with him. If I had known Jim was so big I might have given in back then."
"Jim must be like his brother. Paul is huge and it took a while for me to take all of him."
"Well you must have managed very well. Jim and I can hear you and Paul at night and you sure don't have much of a problem then."
"You can hear us? We also hear you and Jim." She laughed and said, "Lack of size is not one of Paul's problems. In bed we don't have any problems."
"Annie, they are just men. Try treating them like you would any other man that has made a pass at you. They may pick at you at make lewd suggestions but they are really harmless. They aren't going to rape you like you read about in books that happened years ago. If the truth were known the women that claimed to have been raped probably wasn't but was caught and they yelled rape. Hammer is always telling Jim that he is going to take me to bed and teach me what a real man is like."
"Hammer? Isn't he one of the field hands?"
"Yes, he has worked here on the farm all his life. His father worked here and now he is here. He is also one of the black men I dated in school. That big cock I was telling you about; it belonged to him."
"Judy he must be at least 250 pounds and black as night. He is always looking at me when we take them lunch. I can feel his eyes just undressing me. He makes me nervous."
"Look, if it makes you feel any better, he does me the same way. I am surprised you haven't noticed it before. I would like to undress him and see just how big his cock is in the day light. All I ever did was feel it through his pants."
"Judy! You wouldn't do that!"
"No, but I sure would like to."
"You said Jim went with some of the black girls. Did Paul ever go with any of them?"
Judy shied away from that question. "We better hurry and get this food to the men or they will think we aren't coming." They packed the food in the truck along with the iced down drinks and headed to the backside of the farm where the men were in the last couple of hundred acres of corn.
Judy drove and Annie hung on for dear life as she bounced across the old cotton roads that lead to the fields. Annie was still thinking about their conversation back at the house. "You didn't answer my question which makes me think Paul did go out with a black girl."
