Feeding the chickens

Later in the morning, Ruth sends Molly out to feed the chickens. Molly, with a small bucket of cracked corn in her hand, takes a handful and spreads it on the ground. The chickens are clucking and chasing every kernel of corn Molly drops. After emptying the bucket, she sets it down and picks up one of the chickens. Sitting on a bail of hay, she holds the chicken in her lap, stroking its feathers.

The chicken begins pecking at Molly's thigh through her pants leg. As the chicken's pecking approaches the area of her crotch, she gently restrains it.

"Stop that," says Molly laughing. The chicken soon returns to pecking at her crotch. Molly allows it continue for a short while, but then lifts its head from her lap.

"Silly hen," she says. "Leave that alone."

Frustrated with the chicken's continued interest in her crotch, Molly tries to prevent it from exploring any further; however, she cannot quite bring herself this time to pull the chicken away. With its pecking starting to stimulate her vagina through the denim fabric, her strength to resist the chicken's probing is lessened. Further weakening her efforts are the reassurances whispered to her by her naughty self, telling her that surely no one will see her pleasuring herself with the chicken.

Suddenly, the chicken spreads its wings and flies from her lap. She opens her half-closed eyes to see what has startled it, and discovers a young black man peeking his head around the corner of the barn.

"Looks like that chicken likes you," says the young man, chuckling to himself.

"Who are you?" asks a nervous Molly.

"I'm Jimmy," says the young man, now coming nearer to where Molly is sitting. "I'm here to help Danny bail hay."

"Well, where's Danny?" asks Molly.

"He's back over there," says Jimmy, "hooking up the bailer to the tractor. I figured I'd take a look around the place. Didn't expect to find you here, though. Say, you're the one from the bus, aren't you? Joseph told me how nice you were to him."

"You know Joseph?" asks Molly.

"Yeah," says Jimmy. "I'm a friend of his. He told me how you took care of him on the bus. It'd be nice if you'd take care of me the way you did him." He stands in front of Molly, rubbing the crotch of his jeans.

"Wouldn't that be nice?" asks Jimmy, looking down at her and grinning.

"I don't know what you're talking about," says Molly with her eyes fixed on the bulge in Jimmy's jeans.

"Mine feels a lot better than his," says Jimmy. "Here, let me pull it out for you." He undoes the snap of his pants, then the zipper. Peeling away the elastic band of his briefs, he releases from it his hard black cock. Its pointy tip bounces in the air before Molly's eyes. Jimmy presses its head down with his thumb then releases it. It springs up and twirls around, almost hypnotizing her. He places his hands on the wall behind Molly, and leans his body toward her, moving his cock closer to her face.

"I bet you want to suck it," he says, "don't you? Go on! don't be afraid."

Molly shakes her head and presses herself against the wall. Jimmy moves his cock in closer, letting it brush Molly's lips. She starts to part her lips, but then presses them tightly together.

"I know what you need," says Jimmy. He kneels on the hay bail, straddling Molly's legs. Lifting her t-shirt up to just below her breasts, he inserts his cock under her shirt and into her cleavage. Rocking his hips, he moves his cock in and out between her bra-covered breasts. Molly half closes her eyes, staring down at the black bush surrounding the base of Jimmy's cock. She feels the warmth of its shaft sliding along her sternum.

The tough denim fabric of her crotch stetches and squeezes hard against her aching clitoris, while a warm wetness forms inside her panties. At the same time, a dark spot appears at the top of her shirt, as a sticky wetness bathes the skin of her chest. Soon, a stream of liquid from the tip of Jimmy's cock is trickling down her chest to her belly. She feels it enter her jeans and flow over her panties, mingling with her own wetness. She closes her eyes tighter, as the tingling in her crotch begins to build.

She opens her eyes at the sound of the tractor engine starting up in the field behind the barn. Jimmy has disappeared. She looks around for him, but he is no where in sight. Then looking down, she notices her shirt pulled up to her chest, exposing her bare belly. Also the crotch of her jeans is dark and moist. She pulls down her shirt and walks to the corner of the barn.

Peaking around the corner, she sees Danny riding the tractor with the bailer attached. Jimmy is picking up the square bails of hay and tossing them onto a trailer being pulled by a truck. The truck is being driven by an older looking black man with a beard who turns his head to look at her through the open window. Molly sees him grin and tip his cap to her. He then laughs, seeing the expression on Molly's face, almost as though he knew what she was thinking. She steps back to hide her embarassment.

That night, her dreams are filled with the eyes of black men watching her, as she stands naked before them against the wall of the barn. One by one, each approaches her, pulling out his cock and stroking it. Soon, they are crowded around her, as streams of semen start squirting from their penises, drenching her whole body. She wakes suddenly, feeling the same familiar wetness in her panties.