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My Time at the Wilson Farm...
by Hector's Pup
hectorspup@hotmail.com

There were moments in the six years that I spent at the Wilson farm that 
made it the most memorable period of my life.  Wade and Betty Wilson were 
distant relatives who had a farm twelve miles from where I went to college 
and graduate school in Eau Claire, WI.  They provided me room and board in 
exchange for about twenty hours a week labor, making it feasible for me to 
attend school.  What made it so memorable were their daughters Kathy and 
Billie.  When I started, Kathy was eleven and Billie was eight. 

My quarters were in a separate structure which had its own plumbing, heat, 
and kitchen.  I got all of the eggs, meat, dairy products, and seasonal 
vegetables that I would want from Wade and Betty.  It was all cordial, I 
worked hard, and I pretty much kept to myself when I was on the farm.  I 
couldn't help, though, catching moments of Kathy and Billie growing up.  

One curious area of development was their preoccupation with the male sex 
and apparatus.  When they would herd animals they would get the male 
animals to obey or act by tapping or poking them in the  balls.  I also 
caught glimpses of them petting the family dogs, rubbing their bellies in 
such a way to bring out a hardon and would cup the dog's balls in their 
hands.  Kathy certainly influenced Billie in this area of curiosity, but 
somehow, I got the impression that Billie was more of the energy behind the 
goings on.

As time went by, I would notice instances that gave me pause for concern 
and greater reason for me to keep my distance from these two vixens.  When 
they would play with boys, I noticed instances, that isolated appeared to 
be innocent mistakes, where the boy would take some kind of a shot to the 
groin.  Once, as I was working on a fence, a boy came limping by me in 
tears holding his groin.  Billie came after him smiling.  When she saw me, 
she stopped smiling, turned and went back into the cover of the trees.

When I was in graduate school, and Kathy was able to drive, she started to 
tease me with her dress and actions.  Now I knew not to upset my apple 
cart, and I knew the "jail bait" laws of the area, so I tried not to even 
let on that I surely enjoyed her shows.  She became a regular "Daisy Mae".  
She would wear shirts that she modified to be sleeveless, and she would tie 
the shirt tails just below her relatively large breasts.  With out a bra, 
wearing cutoffs that showed part of the cheeks of her ass, makeup, and 
varying hairstyles, it was more and more difficult to fully concentrate on 
my chores much less, my studies.  My favorite days were when she would wear 
a tank top type undershirt, a bandanna around her neck, work boots, and 
shorts that she would roll the pant leg up as far as they would go.  I 
could get the full picture of how her young breasts were developing, 
especially when her sweat made the material a little more transparent.

Billie, on the other hand, was growing jealous of her older sister, because 
when she tried to dress like her and get a reaction from me or others, she 
wasn't developed enough to pull it off.  By this time, Kathy's interest 
was evolving more in the direction of using the male anatomy for her 
pleasure, while Billie's was still in the direction of abusing it.  Added 
to this, the frustration of not keeping up with her sister in the hormone 
department, added a little spice to her adventures.

Well, it had to happen.  Billie was calling for help from the barn.  Wade 
was in town and Betty was visiting at a neighbor's.  So I went into the 
barn to see what was the matter.  Billie explained that a pig had run in 
under some equipment and couldn't get out the other side and she wasn't 
strong enough to pull it back out by the hind legs.  She asked if I would 
try.  I got down on my hands and knees and started to slide my upper body 
in, reaching forward with my arms.  I didn't realize what Billie's view was 
until I felt a small hand on my balls through my sweat pants.  I couldn't 
raise my body and, in fact, I got stuck on a piece of metal by my sweat 
shirt when I tried to back out of this tight spot.

As I was about to say something, in walked Kathy. "What's the 
probl....Ooooh! What have you got there Sport?" she asked Billie.  I looked 
ahead at the pig and realized why it had wedged itself into this mess when 
I spotted a little blood from a scrap on its ball sack.

"You've got a nice set down here, Johnny." said Billie as she gave me a 
gentle squeeze.  

"Oh Johnny, Billie is right, these do feel nice."  As Kathy replaced 
Billie's hand, kneaded my balls and started to rub my penis.

"Thank you both for the compliments.  Now could you please help me out?" I 
didn't know what else to say or what strategy I should use under the 
circumstances.

"If we help you out, will you do what we say for the rest of the day?" 
Kathy tossed back in negotiation.

I was in no position to say otherwise, because I was wedged in.  If they 
could move some things from the outside of either leg, I could strain 
against my groin down and push out, but as it was, the metal projection 
catching my sweatshirt was actually digging into my back, and it was 
impossible for me to go forward at all.  "What did you have in mind?" I 
asked, as if I had a choice in the negotiation.

"We would like to learn more about you after all of these years.  You  
hardly give us the time of day."  Kathy said, as she tried pulling my 
sweatpants down from my butt.  Feeling the urgency to be out of this  
predicament, I acquiesced and directed them how best to help me out.   
When I was free, my pants were half way down my thigh and my shirt was 
tucked up under my arms.  Kathy went around back saying, "Let me see how 
serious your scrape is." as she pulled my sweatshirt up my arms, but not 
off, blinding me and restricting my arms.  Billie was picking up my balls 
and flopping them in her hand since I hadn't put any underwear on.  Kathy 
started kissing the scratch, pulled her body up to my back and hugged me 
while she searched for my nipples with her fingers.  This was too much and 
I started getting a hardon from these ministrations.

Billie's reaction to the hardon tipped off Kathy, who moved one hand down 
to my shaft to feel for herself.  This all felt so good that I didn't try 
to get out of my sweatshirt bondage.  Kathy's other hand moved from my 
chest to my scrotum from behind, so she was playing with my hardon in one 
hand and my balls with the other.  At one point, she took both hands on my 
balls from behind between my legs, squeezed and pulled up, forcing me to 
bend over in pain.  As I did so, Billie looped a slip knot around my wrists 
and pulled it secure.  Next, I was pulled upright by the rope on my wrists, 
helped by a pulley overhead.  The pain in my nuts and belly was now 
replaced by fear and uncertainty.  

Billie pulled a stool up in front of me and started to absentmindedly swing 
a stick up to the bottom of my balls with her wrist resting on her crossed 
knee, tap, tap, tap... as Kathy unbuttoned her shirt, leaving it on, 
saying, "We'll let you go sooner if you give me an orgasm.  Billie here 
will be my enforcer." tap, Tap, TAp, TAP... 

"Oooh, owe.  What do you want me to do?"

"I don't want a swelled belly so I want you to use your mouth, nose, what 
ever.  Billie assume the hold."  Billie stopped tapping and reached around 
from behind and grabbed my balls in a two handed grab, while Kathy 
proceeded to tie my hands to each of my ankles respectively.  Kathy took 
off her shorts and laid on a table with her hands holding her ankles, 
pulling her bent legs apart.  Her shirt fell to the sides and I could see 
parts of her breasts, because they were so firm.  Her bush was lightly 
sprinkled with pubic hair and it started to glisten with moisture in 
anticipation, while I was guided with one hand around my balls and the 
other on the base of my neck, in a comical waddle, until I was face to bush.  
I heard Billie's stool being pulled up and the tapping started again. "Get 
going!" Billie said, as she poked my left nut with her stick.

I started lapping for all I was worth.  When Kathy said "Faster" to me, 
Billie picked up the pace of her tapping.  When Kathy told me to "Lick 
harder!" the tapping grew harder.  When Kathy said "Yes! Yes! That's it! 
Eeeeya, arghh, oh yes, oh yes." Billie got up from the stool and slapped up 
to my nuts with her open palm, then before I could collapse to the ground, 
grabbed a hold and squeezed.  Kathy curled up in ecstasy on the table while 
I tried to curl up on the floor in agony.

Billie, pretty pleased with herself asked Kathy if she should untie me and 
let me go.  Kathy got up and sat on the edge of the table.  As she started 
to button up her shirt she said the story would be that I tried to rape her 
when Billie came to her rescue, if I ever breathed a word of this incident 
to anyone.  With the prospects of a trial, maybe jail, my career in the 
balance, of course, mum was the word.  

I kept to myself even more after that until I graduated.  Oh, and the pig 
made out okay, until the Wilson's needed bacon.

