Peggy Jenkins sat on the front porch steps of the old country farmhouse looking down toward the river. It was time for Roy, her husband, to come in for supper. She had food on the table and all the chores were competed for the night. She had been alone all day because Roy and Matt were working from sunup to sundown trying to get the cotton and corn planted. The spring rains had them behind with the planting and the weather forecast predicted more next week. She understood what the hurry was all about but it didn’t stop her from being lonely.
They had moved from Iowa back to Alabama when Roy’s father died and left the farm to him. He was an only son and the farm had been in the family for years. Roy loved farming and had worked on the farm while he was growing up. He quit his brokerage job and they moved back. Sometime she wished that they were still in Iowa where they had plenty of time together and friends over nearly every weekend. Out here there was not even a close neighbor.
Peggy, everybody called her Peg, was 25 years old. She and Roy had been married for 5 years when they moved back. She was 5’5” and weighted 115 lbs. Her short blond hair curled about her face making her look even younger. She would have been described as cute rather than pretty with her nose covered with freckles. When you looked at her figure in the tight jeans and blouse there was no mistaking the fact that she was a women.
Roy had grown up here in this house, and he was happy to be home. Roy was a large man, 6’2” tall and about 200 lbs. He had dark hair and bright blue eyes that had turned many a girl head when he was in school. The fact that he had 9 inches of cock, swinging between his legs, was one of his outstanding features. Peg, at the time, had no idea just how many of the local girls knew this.
Roy met Peg soon after she graduated from high school. They married the next summer and he took a job with a brokerage firm and she went back to school. They had been married a full 5 years when the news came that his father had died, and left the farm to him. They discussed moving back to Alabama and despite some objections from Peg they finally agreed to the move.
The farm was one of the largest farms in the black belt area. It was named black belt because of the rich farmland that ran through this section. Peg could have sworn that it was named for the large black population. Where she came from there weren’t any blacks at all and she had trouble meeting them.
Roy didn’t have that problem at all, his best friend Matt, was black and they had grown up together. Matt’s family had lived on the farm for as long as either one could remember. He had gone to school with most of the locals. Matt’s father had worked on the farm and his mother had cooked and taken care of the house. Roy’s mother had died when he was just a baby and his father never remarried. As he grew older he was pretty sure that Matt’s mother took care of other things for his father also.
The house was old, but Peg loved it. Roy’s father had remodeled it only a year before he died. It had a big porch that ran around all four sides and a lovely garden out back. There was a swimming pool with a rock patio. The only other structure close to the house was the small house where Matt lived. He was Roy’s friend and he came and went just like family. This was a constant source of concern to Peg.
Roy and Matt pulled the tractors to the edge of the field and parked them under the trees. They were going to stop long enough to eat and come back later. He had to get the crops in the ground if they were going to make anything at all this year. They rode together to the house to eat.
Roy thought of Peg as he neared the house. He loved it here on the farm and if Peg would just come to love it he would really be happy. He knew that she was lonesome but a lot of it was her fault. She didn’t mix well with most of the local women. She didn’t have too much in common with the white ladies, and she didn’t associate at all with the blacks. She had confessed her fear of them several times while they still lived in Iowa. He knew that given time Matt would change her mind about blacks.
Peg saw the truck coming and ran to put the food on the table. She set three places because she was sure that Matt would be with them. She didn’t really like Matt, but he was Roy’s friend so she made the best of it. What really made her uncomfortable was the way he would look at her with his big dark eyes. She had told Roy about the way he watched her but he didn’t seem concerned. She felt like he was looking through her.
They came in the house putting on their shirts. During the day they went without shirts but Peg would not let them come to the table without a shirt.
Peg looked at the two men as they came in. Both were well built young men. Matt was built a lot like Roy, maybe just a little heavier. He was really muscled up from the farm work, and he worked out regularly in the gym Roy had built in the basement. If he had been white Peg would have really liked his looks. She just could not get use to all the blacks she came in contact with. He was a good-looking man that many girls over the years had fallen for. He didn’t spend many nights alone.
He and Roy had done everything together growing up. At 13 they lost their virginity together with Matt’s older sister, Rosa. She was 16 and already having sex. She took them both that day and everyday either one or both could slip a way. She found out early what other girls found out later, that both guys were well endowed with extra large cocks. That was the start of their sex life.
They came to the table and Roy said, “This sure looks good. The sandwiches we had for lunch have gone.” Matt agreed, and sat down to eat. He knew that Peg had a problem with him because Roy had told him so, but he knew that she would come across in time, they all did.
Peg was disappointed to find out that they were going back out after supper. She had been looking forward to having sex tonight. It had been nearly a week since they had been together and she was horny. In Iowa they had sex every day and all weekend, and she had gotten use to it. She knew that by the time he came to bed he would be too tired and that he would have to get up early the next morning.
She was tired of not getting the loving she had grown use to. Roy was sitting across from her and Matt was on the other end. She moved her foot up Roy’s leg until she was touching his cock through his jeans. She ran her foot over him until he was hard. All the time she was propped on her elbows talking with both of then as if nothing was going on.
Roy was about to cum in his pants from her foot. The expression on his face told Matt that something was going on.
“Is something the matter,” asked Matt?
“Nothing is wrong, Peg just happens to have her foot on my cock.”
Peg’s face turned red, and she jumped up from the chair and left the room, to embarrass to face the guys. As she left she heard Matt ask, “Is that what we are having for dessert tonight?” They both laughed.
“Sorry I said anything, the next time I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
“Don’t worry she’ll get over it I haven’t been doing my home work for a while and she is just horny.
“Well you had best take care of that or someone else will.”
“Are you applying for the job?”
“All ways ready to help and old friend.”
They finished eating and started back to the field. Matt said, “You go on I am going to stay and talk with Peg.”
Roy said, “You know how she feels about blacks. Don’t do anything that will make her any more afraid. Other than that have fun.”
Matt thought Peg was a very sexy lady. From the first day they arrived he had wanted to fuck her. He and Roy had often swapped girls in school and he had asked him if she was available. He had said, “I don’t think she is you type.” He then told him how she felt about blacks. "She thinks the black may rub off on her.”
Matt was use to this attitude from the white girls, but this was before he started working on them. He started then to seduce Peg. Over the weeks since they had been here she had got where she would at least talk to him.
Peg, thinking that they had both gone back to the field, came back into the dinning room. She was surprised to find Matt still there. He was looking at her that way again. Roy had said, when she told him how he looked at her, “As pretty as you are, all men look at you.” She said, “I know men like to look and I don’t mind them looking. In fact, I love for men to look at me, but he looks like he can see right through my clothes. He looks like I belong to him just for the taking.” Roy said, “Matt thinks that all women or his for the taking, but he would never hurt you. He may flirt a little but you are safe with him.
“I thought you were going back to the field with Roy.”
“My tractor is about out of fuel so I’ll wait till morning so I can see to refuel. Besides I wanted to apologize for tonight.” He picked up his dishes and carried them to the kitchen. He then helped her clean off the table and put the food away. “You wash and I’ll dry.”
“You don’t have to do that” He was standing next to her at the sink and she wished he would go and leave her alone. If he moved toward her at all he would be touching her.
He could feel the tension in her, and he didn’t want to do anything to frighten her. He dried the dishes as she washed and carried on mostly a one-sided conversation. Once, as he took a dish from her their hands touched and she almost dropped the dish. He laid his dry cloth on the sink and turned his back to the sink, leaning against it. He began to talk. “I know that you have never been around blacks before, but I’m the same as you, only darker.”
“I don’t mean to be the way I am, and I’m sorry for hurting you. I have read so many stories that I don’t know what to believe.”
“Most of what you read is fiction anyway. I would like to be your friend as well as Roy’s. Why don’t we just take it slow and easy until you get to know me? Just touch me on the arm.”
