Where it happened: The Haystack
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
so me and my good ol’ country boy johnny had been together eleven days. Dont get me wrong, we had serious sparks-a-flyin. he came over early sunday mornin before church to help gramps castrate the sheeps. something about him manhandlin those genitalias was turning my switch. the second gramps went inside i was all over that shiiiat. i shoved him into the bail of hay in the corner of the barn and leaped on him like a fawn in the spring. he yelped out, in a mix of shock and pure joy, WHOOOOOOA NELLY, BETTY LU, I RECKON I NEVER SEEN THIS SIDE OF YOU, BUT I RECKON I LIKE IT!!!! I ripped off his flannel shirt and groped his titties (them yankees don’t make em like that). i got on that cock and started ridin’ like a cowboy on a frantic lil bull. he was smackin that ass, and i was like ol yeller (his first sexual encounter with ol’ blackie down yonder (and that wasn’t to be taken lightly (69 dawgie!))) We fucked til the cows came home (literally). We were sexin like nobody’s business, when Bessy (the nosy lil son of bitch calf) came chargin through those red barn doors, pissed as hell, with ol’ fredrick (the town fox) chasin close at his heel. They never wanted to see big Johnny Boy screwin the preacher’s daughter. That right there was enough to make johnny limp as a flapjack. But it was fun while it lasted. Sally Su was due soon there after, i reckon. I was rounder than the prize winning watermelon in the annual contest comin up next sunday. Johnny’s went and dun it and got him a proooooooobation, whatever that means. I sure was proud! I reckon those SOOONS OF BITCHES gone and dun it (period). I sure do hope this lil rascals has one of them vaginas, cuz cousin teddy on some trip thinkin he’s the big cheese (some interior decor thingy) already paintin the corner of the barn pink and shit in celebration. Them linen things look mighty nice on that lil cot. I just wish poppa and his good old indentured servant, Moses Thumpengood (from the east river bay; home of the fresh mornin’ trout) were here to see the live birthin’ of this lil kid. Moses was sold two years ago when daddy passed and we needed the extra cash. We won’t go into too much detail about the passin, but i’ll just say this: a nasty rope swing accident and a shallow pond. It’s time to go shuck that corn, but before i dearly depart, i have a few words of servitude: THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN!!
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