Chapter 1: Cold-nosing

“Whir have you bin, JC? You wuz s’posed to be home on the bus. That dam cow hain’t gonna milk itself. She’s bin bellerin’ for you ever’ since the bus went on by.”

“That dam’ teacher made me stay after school.”

“Whut fir?”

“Well, you know I missed the bus this mornin’ and she ast me why I wuz late. I started tryin’ to tell her and she made me go in the cloak room.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know. As soon as I said Paw sleeps nekkid, she shushed me up and made me go in there with her, cause she didn’ want ever’body to hear.”

“I don’t remember anythang happening that would hev made her mad. Tell me zackly what you told her.”

“Well, like I said, I told her Paw sleeps nekkid and she gits this kinda funny looking squinched up face and tells me to go on. All the time, she’s kinda bindin’ over and pushin’ her fist in her crotch with one hand and grabbin’ my arm with the other’n. I tole her about him hearin’ somethin’ in the chickens about four and he jumps up and grabs the shotgun and the flashlight and heads out to see what wuz goin’ on. When he bent over to look up in the hen house, old Rover cold-nosed him and we wuz cleaning chickens till ten.”

“What wuz it that made her mad at you?”

“I don’t have nary idear, Momma. She just kinda froze up and shook a little and she damn near took my arm off, she wuz squeezin’ so hard. Then she tole me to go back to class and stay after school. When she squeezed past me to go out the door, it felt like she grabbed my dick, but I thought I wuz dreamin’.”

“How come she made you stay? None of that wuz your fault.”

“I don’t know, Momma. All I know is that as soon as everbody else wuz gone, she drug me back in that cloak room, then she closed the door, threw her dress up over her ass and told me to do her as fast as I could. I weren’t real shore whut she mint, but I whupped her out and plugged her in right away, just in case she mint somethin’ else and I might not git another chance.”

“Shit, JC, this is gittin’ me worked up too. Yore daddy won’t be home fur a long time. How bout you doin’ me while you finish your story?” She bent over like JC’s teacher had done and threw her flour sack dress over her back, just like his teacher had done.

JC weren’t no dummy. He whupped it out again and drilled his momma, just like he drilled his teacher. It felt real good, but old Bessy was goin’ to have to do without tonight. All she would git would be a milkin’, this time.

“That feels real good, JC. Now go on with your story.”

“There weren’t much more, Momma. Miz Jones jus’ kep’ hunchin’ her ass, like you’re doin’. Then she commenced to quiverin’ and shakin’ like a bitch dog shittin’ peach pits, jus’ like you’re doin’.”

“Don’t stop, JC. Don’t stop. This is gittin’ me good. Reach aroun’ me an’ grab a biskit while I’m finishin’. You still gotta milk that cow.”

“Ok, Momma. These is good biskits. Kin I have some of that tenderloin you cooked up?”

“You kin have anythang you like, JC, if you jus’ keep hammerin’ that thang in my pussy till I git there.”

“Git whir, Momma?”

“Sh-sh-shut up, JC and jus’ fuck. Nowwwww! Ohhhh shittt! Oh, shittttttttttt!. Damn, that wuz good, JC. Yore dick is gittin’ as big aroun’ as yore daddy’s an’ it’s longer, too.”

“Hell, Momma. Don’t jus’ tell me, tell Sissy.”

“Sissy ain’t ready fir that big log of your’n. I’ll tell yer granma”.

“Granma? Why wud you tell her?”

“Jus’ you wait and see, Mr. Smartpants. You don’ know whut you’ve been missin’.”

Bessy was very relieved when JC got to the barn with the milk bucket. Her teats were painfully swollen from the overdue milking. She even missed her regular reaming a bit, although she soon forgot it, while munching on the delicious sweet hay that JC threw down for her.

JC had a fondness for old Bessy, since she was the first female who gave it up for him. He didn’t care in the slightest whether she was a cow or human. All he cared about was that she was female and let him fuck her. She was his first piece of ass and possibly his favorite. As he patted her ass and forked the hay down to her in gratitude, he remembered his first sexual experiment involving Bessy. It had not gone well, at all.

Every time he watched the cows at the salt block, it gave him a hard on to watch those huge tongues slathering wetly up and down the salt block and he imagined them on his dick, which he pumped furiously, while watching the cows.

“Why cain’t I get in on that?”, he wondered. He pushed Bessy out of the way and rubbed his painfully hard dick all over the wet salt block, to get the flavor he knew she liked, spread all over what he wanted to get licked.