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This story is basically true with names and dates changes to avoid harming any one in the story. All people are at a minimum of eighteen years of years.
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The next morning as we were eating breakfast my father got back from a weeklong trip to assist one of his customers in starting up a new milling machine.
He looked tired and worn out. He said that he had had six days of over fifteen hour per day average trying to get this stupid machine operational. There was still many problem and he was going to have to go back with another technician on Tuesday of the following week for maybe ten days.
Mother hugged him and said to sit down, as breakfast was just about ready. Sherry poured us all a cup of coffee. He asked how everything was going and we all said "FINE."
He asked how my jobs for the different "families" of the church was working out. I told him that I had only been over to Mr. Nelson's and was going to go see what Miss Lund needed done this morning. He said that he remembered the day that Mr. Nelson passed away. He was one of the first upon the car accident. Both Mr. Nelson and dad were ushers in the church and sang in the men's choir.
Mother grabbed the phone on the second ring, hoping it was not for dad, as she did not want him to be bothered for the rest of the week. It was Miss Lund, and she asked to talk to me.
She was coming to town to do some shopping and wondered if I wanted her to pick me up and save someone the long drive to get me to her house, which used to be her parents farm. (My car was having transmission problems and mother or Sherry was going to have to drive me) I said that would be great and I would be ready when she got here.
I sat and talked to dad for a while about his work and then went up to my room to get ready. Mother came in just as I was getting my shirt and pants on and stood watching me. She licked her lips and told me to not to work to hard, as it was to get very hot this afternoon. I told her I would watch it and stay cool. She also suggested that I take an extra set of clothes with, as I might need to change of clothes my dirty/ sweaty work clothes for the ride home.
I was just getting back down stairs when Miss Lund drove up into the driveway. She got out of the car quicker then I could get out to meet her. She said that she wanted to talk to my parents about something.
She can back out of the house and told me to get into the car as I was waiting for her to come back out of the house and we headed off across town to her place in the country.
As she was driving and we were talking, I keep calling her Miss Lund. She told me to call he Mary Jean, Jean for short.
I asked her what she had planned for me to do today. She said that the small barn behind the house needed to have a couple of things done to it and said that maybe even work in the garden.
On the way to her house she pulled into the drug store parking lot and said she need to get something and would be right back out. When she was inside, I sneaked a peek at some of the stuff she had bought at the ladies dress shop before picking me up.
She had a couple of blouses and pant set. In a separate bag she had three new bras. I looked at them and notice that they were 38 D's. They were very thin material that I did not think could support her wonderful looking large breasts. Just as I was putting them back she walked up unnoticed to me and got into the car. She looked at me and asked if I thought her choice of bras was a good one? I told her that with only seeing them as I did I could only say maybe. I needed to see her in then to fully give her a good answer. I suggested that she model them for me later in the day. She smiled and said that she might just do that.
I said I was sorry for snooping and yes they were very sexy.
When we got to her house I carried her packages into the parlor and headed for the barn.
Now before I go any further let me describe Mary Jean Lund for you. She is and "OLD MAID" of forty-three years of age with the most red hair that you have ever seen. She is about five feet eight inches tall and like I said before, she has a set of 36 D breasts that seem not to have any sag to them. BUT remember, at this point in the story, I have only seen her with a bra on. Her waist is not that skinny, BUT not heavy either. Her ass is something to die for. I have seen her in church and never notice her body before this morning. In church she always has these fancy dress on that conceal the body beneath.
Jean had asked me to start painting the trim on the barn and that the paint was in the small shed out back of the house. I was just getting the tools and paint out of the shed when she walked up behind me and spoke. I jumped almost out of my skin when she did that. She just chuckled and said that she was hoping to help me with the trim painting of the windows in the barn.
I turned to see a gal that had changed into a set of old faded worn out shorts and a halter-top that did just barely covered the bottom of her breasts.
I said that her help would be greatly appreciated, as I did not do a good job trim painting. I said that my mother always complained that I got to must paint on the window glass when I trimmed. Jean took a small brush and started to trim the lower windows. As she reached up to do the tops of the windows I got and eye full of the bottom of the pink see thru bra she had on as I was sitting on the ground, painting the bottom boards of the barn.
As we were painting, I got to talking about things and she mentioned that she had been talking to Dr. Johnson further about "my PERSONNEL manhood situation". She asked me if I had any stories to tell about the "WORK" program that had been worked out for all concerned. I said that I did not think that it was my place to tell stories and with that she agreed.
I was later up on the ladder; painting the top boards, when she walked up to me and as I looked down her face was eye level with my cock. She looked up at me and with a big smile kissed my crotch. My cock jumped up and twitched in my pants. She reached up and took the paintbrush out of my hand and told me to get down off the ladder before I fell in the excitement.
When I got on the ground she walked over to me and kissed my lips and said that was enough work for today. I said I needed to clean the brushes, out so they would not get as hard as my cock was hard.
She winked at me and said that she was glad something else was getting hard at the moment and to forget the brushes, as she could always buy new ones.
With that she took my arm and led me into the hayloft of the barn. She pushed me down on to a blanket that she had spread out on the hay and jumped on top of me. Her breasts popped out the bottom of that short halter-top she had on and the pink bra stared me in the face. I reached up and firmly grabbed her breasts and cupped them. She wiggled her ass on top of my cock and pushed her chest into my face.
With that I reached behind her and undid her bra. Her tits fell forward out from her bra and hung directly in my face. I opened my mouth and started licking her nipples. They were very pale pink compared to my mothers and sisters. I have later been told that red heads do not have dark features.
Jean reached up and pulled her top over her head and with that her bra fell off also. She reached down and unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off me. With her sitting on top of me bare naked from the waist up, I reached down and grabbed her waist and hooked my fingers in her waistband. I pushed down and her pants slid down. She rose up and with one hand flung them off. She took hold of my belt and told me to get my pants off so she could see that prize cock she had been told so much about.
I said that you have been rubbing your crotch on it for the last five minutes and should know how big it is by now. She said she needed to see if and feel it in her hands to believe what she was feeling. I took off my pants and slide my underwear off at the same time.
She sat back on my legs pinning them to the hay and reached and put her hands around my cock squeezing it so the head got even purpler. She could not get just one hand around it took both of them to rub up and down its length.
Jean started to salivate as her tongue licked her lips above my face. She said she had never seen a cock quite that huge. In face it was massive in both length and girth and she needed to get a better grip on it. She stroked it with vigor and I notice her nipples getting hard and pointed.
My cock was now leaking pre-cum all over the place and was falling right in front of Jeans pussy in a steady stream making a small puddle on the blanket that was on top of the hay. She reached one of her hands down and with her finger tips scooped some of it up and put it back on my cock head and got it good and soaked with his pre-cum, which she then used as a lubricant for stroking the rest of his cock.
I told her to turn around and put her pussy over my face so I could lick her pussy as she stroked my cock. She swung her leg over my body rubbing her leg on the head of my cock. When she put her legs on each side of my face the precum she had rubbed against smeared on my check.
She lowered her body down so I could get my tongue deep into her pussy. She started licking the head of my cock as I was sucking on her "love lips." She started to tighten her legs around my face and I knew she was going to explode any minute. All of a sudden I got a mouth full of this sweet and salty juice that was running out of her cunt.