Six Acres of Corn and a Wife

In the south, particularly southern Georgia, things were really tough during the 1930s. Not only was there a great depression, extreme draught had hit the farm lands.

Being the young wife of an older farmer, I found life hard and difficult.

I was the wife of Amos Jones, a dirt farmer with forty acres of poor land, that he worked with a team of mules. But alas, one of the mules just up and died. Just fell over dead.

Amos was in quandary, as what to do. Then he remembered Harvey Forester, a framer in the next county who always seemed to have a spare mule or two.

Amos had no money to buy a mule, so he would have to do some trading. Bartering it was called in southern Georgia.

With very little to barter with, Amos called on farmer Forester. Looking over three mules, Amos found one to his liking. Then the bartering began. Harvey Forester realized he had the upper hand, as Amos had very little to barter with.

Amos knew he was in a bad position, but he had to have that mule. He offered the crop from six acres of corn, a very poor offer, which Forester quickly rejected. Two subsequent offers were also rejected. Amos was at his wits end, he had nothing left to offer.

Then out of left field, Harvey said, "You do have a very pretty young wife, as I recall."

"So what?" Amos replied.

"So, I will trade the mule of your choice for six acres of corn and the opportunity to occasionally fuck your wife." Harvey said.

It took a few moments for that to soak in, but when it did, Amos was stunned.

"I have no woman in the house since my wife died last year. I could use a woman to fuck. That is my price, take it or leave it." Harvey said.

Amos said he would have to think it over and would let Harvey know in a few days. Returning home empty handed, Amos was very quiet and did not speak to me. The next morning, he informed me Harvey Forester would be fucking me. I would be spending one night a week with Harvey.

Being uneducated, and knowing no better, I resigned myself to my fate.

With out a word, Amos drove me to the Forester farm and said, " I will be back in two days. Amos tied to mule to the back of his wagon and drove off.

I was ordered into the house. Harvey followed me. Without a word, Harvey began undressing. I stood frozen as a naked man stood before me. My eyes were fixated on a big and growing cock.

Amos was a man with a very modest cock. Northing to compare to the Harvey Forester.

"Now girl, time for you to get naked," Harvey said.

Little did Harvey know that I was a very accomplished cocksucker. I had been taught by the Reverend Simon Dye, a traveling preacher that Amos had provided boarding to while he was holding Revival Services for the neighboring farms.

I was not only a very good cocksucker, I loved sucking and swallowing cum. The sight of Harvey's cock had me licking my chops.

After I stripped bare, I got in front of Harvey and dropped to my knees. I engulfed his hard throbbing cock and started giving it my best. Harvey moaned and said, "Damn, my late wife never sucked this good."

I had to be doing something right, as Harvey bellowed, "Damn I'm going to cum." My mouth was soon awash with Harvey's cum, which I greedily swallowed.

Harvey knew he had made a good deal for the mule.

I was going to make the deal Harvey made with Amos pay off big time. That night I slept with Harvey for the first time.

His big cock fucked me better than Amos ever did. He hit spots that Amos's small cock could never reach. I had orgasms almost as good as those I had experienced with Reverend Simon Dye.

The Reverend Dye had fucked the devil and sin out of me on more than one occasion. I always felt cleansed when he left, and ached for his return.

The only thing I had to look forward to with Amos, was the semi-annual visits by Reverend Dye.

One night, as I was sucking Harvey's cock, he shocked me by saying, "Flora Belle, I want to fuck you up your ass." Not even the Reverend Dye had suggested that.

After swallowing Harvey's cum, I said, "Harvey you're the only one I would agree to such a thing. I will suck you hard again, and then let you take me up the ass."

"Flora Belle, you have such a sexy ass, I have wanted it for some time. I know I will enjoy it, and hope you will too."

I sucked Harvey back to full hardness, then got on my back, and raised my legs in the air, giving him easy access to both my pussy and my ass. He dipped his cock in my very wet pussy to lubricate his cock before entering my ass.

Surprisingly, his well lubricated cock, pierced my ass and slipped past my sphincter without great difficulty. My discomfort was minimal. He was soon balls to the wall deep in my bowels. He began slow, and then built-up speed, as he buggered my tight ass. It was weird at first, but the warm feeling was very pleasurable. Harvey was moaning and grunting before flooding my bowels with his warm cum. I experienced my first anal orgasm. I was one well fucked lady.

The time had arrived for another visit from the Reverend Dye. The good man was surprised when he arrived at Amos's farm to find me not there. Amos explained the situation and gave directions to the Forester farm.

When Reverend Dye arrived, he introduced himself to Harvey, and asked for accommodations for the duration of his revival services. Harvey was not a religious man and initially refused, but on my request, he relented and said the Reverend Dye could stay in the room next to the mule stables in the barn.

It was in that room, the Reverend Dye was fucking the devil and sin out of me, only to be discovered by Harvey.

Harvey flew into a rage and attacked Reverend Dye, but the Reverend was a skilled fighter and soon had Harvey on his knees. "For this affront, you will pay by sucking my cock," Reverend Dye said.

Reverend Dye presented his hard cock, that had recently been deep in my cunt, to Harvey's mouth. Harvey opened his mouth to protest, but the huge hard cock of Simon Dye entered his mouth.

The good man began fucking Harvey's mouth causing him to gag and choke. The more Harvey choked, the harder Simon fucked. The cum meant for my pussy was soon flooding Harvey's mouth. To prevent choking more, Harvey swallowed as fast as he could.

Harvey craved the taste of Reverend Dye's cum and asked if he could eat it out of my pussy.. The Reverend thought that was fair.

By the time Reverend Dye completed his Revival Services, Harvey was an addicted cocksucker and eater of cum.