There's nothing like being on a farm in the springtime. Things are beginning to turn green again and farmers are preparing the fields for planning.
I had left my husband and two boys, 11 and 10, back in Chicago. I was going to spend three weeks on my father's farm in Illinois hill country helping my father until his old woman cook returned from her father's funeral. He had been hundred and one.
As my husband is a drunk and can't hold a job, I was hoping this visit would make up my mind as to whether to move back to the farm permanently or stay in Chicago.
My name is Denise and I am a 32-year-old black woman. My mother passed away seven years ago, leaving my father devastated. Life had become difficult for him after mom died and he always looked forward to my visits. I had grown up on the farm and loved coming back, if only for a couple of weeks at a time.
This day was sunny and bright with temperatures in the high sixties; just cool enough for a light sweater. Finishing my kitchen chores, I was walking down the two-rut vehicle and tractor path that led towards the back of the farm. I was hoping to see a deer or two.
There were numerous buildings along the path and I was approaching one of the small houses that immigrant workers lived in during the harvest. As I approached I heard noises that I could finally distinguish as I moved closer.
"Give it to me, damn you!" Whheee! Ohhhh!" I heard a female voice exclaiming. "Deeper! (Woofing like a woman having a baby) God damn it's good! Fuck me with that big black cock!"
Edging closer to the building and peeping through a window, I recognized a white woman as the wife of the farmer adjacent to dad's farm. By road, a fair distance, but cutting through the back of the farm it was no more than a 15-minute walk.
I recognized the man as my father, who had the white woman on her knees on one of the cots, pounding her ass for all he was worth.
How in the hell could something like this happen, I pondered. Did he know what kind of trouble he could cause should they be caught? 2012 was a new era in interracial sexual matters, but that did not nullify the fact that the woman was married. You could get yourself shot on that count alone.
They apparently had not been at each other for very long, cause soon my father pulled out of her, maneuvered her to her back and dropped down on his knees to eat her pussy. She had her knees pulled back to her chest, spread wide, with her head lifted, watching dad eat her.
I was in a quandary as to what to do; sneak away leaving them to do whatever, storm in on them and ask my father what the hell he thought he was doing, but in the end my hand went down the front of my jeans.
You see I was quite fascinated by it all! My father was a tall, handsome man of 50 years and I had always had a crush on him, having stayed on the, somewhat isolated, farm until I was 23. At 19, it could even be said that I had led dad on a little bit. He had kissed the on the lips and fondled my breasts and backside. But mom had been observant and wise and knew something was amiss. She threatened to be the truth out of me. She told me I was a naïve girl child, to stop wagging my ass about and threatened to shoot dad if he ever put his hands on me again.
Then and now, I understood how important sex was to a man, hell, even a woman.
How my father had managed to snag a white woman was anybody's guess, but she was a fair looking woman and dad was treating her right. She appeared only slightly younger than dad.
"You like that white pussy?" I heard her ask. "I can never get that dumb ass husband of mine to eat my pussy. But, you don't mind eating it do you? You scratch my itch and I'll let you stick that big black cock in me anytime you want."
Her banter, and her moaning, was having an effect on me. My forefinger and middle finger was scrubbing at my clit, which was difficult with the tightness of my jeans.
"YES! YES! RIGHT THERE!" She bellowed as she came. "Aahhhhhh! FUCKKKKKK!"
As her orgasm abated, dad was on her in an instant, setting her legs on his shoulders, gripping his cock and pushing into her, making her yelp.
I could now see for the first time the length and breadth of dad's cock. Looking closely, I could see the veins popping out along the lengthy shaft. Dad was a dark, black man as was his cock except for the domed head, which was a light cream color. I could tell this because he repeatedly pulled completely out of her only to insert his cock back into her well lubricated hold.
I could not contain myself any longer and dropped my head against the wooden shack as the orgasm gripped me.
"Give it to me! Don't you dare pull it out!" I heard her exclaim.
I heard my father moan loudly as he emptied his load into her.
I gather my wits and backed away in the building. When I put sufficient room between us, I turned and took off like a banshee down the trail towards the house. I was exhausted but safe from detection inside the kitchen looking out toward the building.
The white woman came out first throwing a kiss back into the building before walking briskly towards the back of the woods. About five minutes later dad came out and walked towards the house.
"Hey, Denise!" He said, coming up behind me and kissing me on the cheek, causing me to tighten my shoulders. "Something wrong, sugar? You don't like your dad kissing you no more?"
"Of course not, dad!" I replied, ignoring the double negative. "Your breath is a little stale. Smells a little fishy. Maybe you should brush your teeth."
At dinner, I sat across the table from dad, studying him. He ate like he was half starved.
"I haven't been here for a while." I broke the silence. "Do you still have Clara coming around trying to get you to tie the knot?"
"Nope. She wouldn't give me no poon-tang so I had to cut her loose." He answered. So, have you made a decision to go get your kids and bring them back here?"
"Not yet, dad." I answered. "I bet if you put a ring on Clara's finger she give you all the poon-tang you can handle." I added with a smile.
"She's too old for me, girl!" Dad chirped. "I need a woman who can keep up with me!"
I sat there eating, watching dad shoveling the food in.
"What you need is a woman who can help you on the farm." I suggested.
"I would like very much to be that woman! But if I move back on the farm I won't be getting any poon-tang either. And, I take after you dad! I need my poon-tang!"
"You got your mouth and your attitude from your mother!" He retorted. "100 years ago, when your mother died, you might have been expected to take her place."
"Now, you know damn well your blowing smoke through your ass!" I snapped back. "You tried that shit before and mama almost put a hole in your ass!"
"Well, Rachel is not around anymore and I don't think you can shoot all that well!" He replied with humor in his tone. "If you remember, back yonder I wasn't completely at fault."
"You want to bet your ass on it!" I said, shooting him a look that would kill but wondered if I had not jumped out of the skillet into the fire. He was fresh from wetting his cock in a white woman and feeling his oats.
The old man had a large beautiful home with every updated feature a person could want. He had built it for my mother but she had not lived long enough to really enjoy it. The bathroom was huge and I spent a long time in the shower after supper enjoying the steaming water.
I stepped out of the shower, toweling myself off. I studied myself in the mirror.
