The Boys

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She rattled along the old familiar farm road, loving the smell of the new pickup truck. She'd worked in the fields for a good part of the afternoon, consulting with her foreman, making sure that things were under control. It was good to be going home. She thought of things, delightful things like: shower, drink, maybe beer, maybe wine, a good dinner. On her own, of course, it would be, but Missy didn't mind that. Missy Markus was used to being on her own. Her husband of late memory had up and left already about twenty years before for some kind of adventure, and had never returned. She'd heard of his death, many years previous, only within the past five years.

She was a sturdy, no nonsense 48 years old. She wasn't looking forward to 50 but was not afraid of it either. She was dressed for the field, in gray jeans and a tan man's shirt. The men's shirts covered her more than ample 36c breasts better than the delicate fare that one might find in the women's stores. Yet, for all that, Missy Markus strove to always be lady like. She was a no-nonsense manager for her large farm, inherited from her late, beloved Daddy but she was a lady nonetheless. She made sure of that.

She was certainly in a good mood, having accomplished a lot with Jensen, the filed foreman, and was going to pamper herself that night. That much she'd already decided.

It was then that she saw the two young native men walking along the side of the road. She watched them closely as she approached them. They turned a bit and they stared back at her. Then they kind of waved. It wasn't a request for her to stop or pick them up. She wasn't sure that she'd do that, even if it were. It was really kind of a friendly gesture. She liked that, and she stuck her hands out the window and waved back at them.

She pulled into her lane and drove to the garage. There was a bathroom that had been built out of part of the large garage. It had its own entrance and Missy used it as a kind of general 'mud room'. She didn't like going into the house dirty and sweaty, and invariably would go to that bathroom first and have a shower before entering the house proper.

She had some things to put into the garage from the back of the pickup truck and busied herself carrying and fetching, until all her implements were stowed properly in the garage.

She had just finished the last of those tasks and, with some relief, had pulled the shirt tail out of her jeans and began the process of relaxing and looking forward to a shower, when she saw the boys again. They were walking toward the garage.

Missy stood by her truck fender with a smile on her face, watching them. They certainly looked pleasant, she thought. She was a good judge of character, she knew that, and didn't sense any need to be afraid of these two. They did look needy, that is, in need of cleaning up and probably being fed. She also liked the look of the two boys physically.

She guessed that they must be about 18 and were good looking. The one had big lips and Missy found herself fading into a momentary fugue about what those lips might do.

(Missy was ladylike but definitely lonely and only with difficulty fought down the physical impulses.)

They finally arrived at where she was waiting for them.

"Boys!" she said pleasantly. Then they surprised her.

One of them produced from his pocket a wicked looking knife and said in a soft, and really, nice voice, pretty much devoid of macho swagger and all:

"Missus, we want that you take those clothes off."

Missy was stunned. At first too stunned to believe what she was hearing.

"What was that?" she asked softly.

"I said, Missus, we want that you take those clothes off," he repeated.

She gave them an incredulous look and asked:

"Are you two boys determined to rape me?"

They gave each other a covert look and the one talking answered:

"Well, no, we just want to do a little playin'."

"Well what might be the difference between rape and 'a little playin'?" she asked.

"What your name, Ma'am?" the other one asked.

A thought swept across Missy's mind that these were the strangest rapists ever. She looked at them, and again had the impression that, despite their demand, they were not evil or intent on harm.

"So, you want that I should take my clothes off?" she asked.

"Yes, uh, Ma'am," the speaker said.

"Well, let me tell you before I do that little chore that I think that there are things that you boys need before sex; I mean, you might need cleanin' up, and a good home cooked meal, maybe even a job. But I know how a man's mind works and, when it's cookin' on sex, there's not much will get it off of the topic."

She surprised them them by leaning against the truck fender and taking off her field boots.

She sighed, once the boots and socks were off.

"My that feels good! Field working, even as the supervisor, is busy dusty work," she said conversationally, always watching them. They made no sign of impatience or nervousness. She was becoming more and more interested in these two strange boys.

The next thing that she did shocked the two of them down to their shoes. She pulled her shirt tail up and removed from her waist, a gun belt with a big Browning 9MM automatic.

Both boys got wide eyed, when they saw the gun but Missy simply went on and said pleasantly, removing the gun from the holster and taking the bullets out of the chamber:

"I'll just put these in the truck, so that no one gets hurt here. Okay?"

She proceeded to do that, locking the gun in one compartment and the ammunition in another. By the time she was done, the speaker had the knife in his hand down by his side.

"Why you do that?" he asked.

"Because, you told me that you wanted me to take my clothes off and the gun was in the way," she answered with a smile.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said to her then.

"What are your names," she asked. "If we're going to be really good friends here, I want to know your names."

The speaker said: "I'm Igwe."

The other said: "Rhondi."

"I'm Missy Markus," she said. "This is my place."

"Why are you doin' this, nice boys like you two, handsome boys?" she asked.

Then she just laughed and said: "Silly of me to ask that, I guess. Of course I know why you're doin' it. But let's get on. Shall we?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Igwe said, as entranced by this woman as Rhondi was.

Missy gave them a bright smile, liking the way the situation was developing and intent on enjoying it, and began to unbutton her tan work shirt. They just stared. The knife, still in Igwe's hand, no longer much of a factor in the situation.

As the buttons were slowly undone, Missy's lacy, beige bra came into view. It caused the boys to smile.

"That more like it?" Missy asked pleasantly.

"Oh, yes, Ma'am," Rhonde answered.

"Seein' what you want?" Missy went on.

"Beginning to, Ma'am," Igwe answered, as she shrugged her shoulders and let the shirt slide down her arms and off.

She took the shirt and folded it and put it into the front of the truck. She looked at them staring at her breasts, and before proceeding, straightened her shoulders up and thrusts her breast up and out for them.

This got a sigh from both boys. They stared at her plump, dark nippled breasts, barely hidden by the stretchy fabric of her lacy bra and both boys gave her a white toothed smile.

"What you boys want next?" she asked pleasantly, discovering with each advancing minute that this was an adventure that she really liked.

"Jeans," Igwe said, "Please."

"I like it that you're polite," Missy said and moved her hand to the button at the waist band of her jeans, having undone her belt.

Their stares were riveted to her, hovering between her exposed breasts, snug in their pretty bra and the expected vision that her undoing her jeans was about to reveal to them.

She moved her hands with a smile for them and unzipped the jeans and then used both hands to push her jeans to her knees. Her panties were beige companions to the pretty bra. She stopped her progress, once her jeans were at her knees, and let them stare at her.

"Pretty, Missus!" Igwe said.

"Pretty," Rhondi echoed.

"Thank you, boys," she said, "Shall I take them off now? Want me to turn around first?"

"Please," Igwe said, his voice a bit choked from his reaction to Missy's stripping.

She slowly turned for them, standing for a while with her plump ass cheeks pointed at them.

"As nice as Rina's," Rhondi said, and Igwe apparently agreed with that assessment.

"Bend please," Igwe said next, and Missy moved to accommodate his request, almost order.

She stayed in a bent over position, showing off her ass, that was 'as nice as Rina's', for about three minutes, then she straightened up and turned to them."

"Thank you, Missus," Igwe said.

"Well, you're welcome, Igwe," Missy went on, "Jeans off now, boys?"

"Off please," Igwe said.

"Off," Rhondi chimed in.

"Off," Missy echoed and pushed her jeans down and off totally.

She was, by this point, really excited herself but determined how this would play out. She was sure that she would be able to get these two to do things the way that she wanted, and even had some vague plans running through her mind.

With her jeans off, standing in her panties and bra, she had a strange and exciting thought.

"Now it's time for you to come over here and do something for me," she said.

Igwe hesitated and asked: "Why you doin' this, Missus?"

"Because I want to," Missy answered, "Here I have two beautiful boys making demands on me that I'm more than happy to comply with."

Igwe gave her a huge electric smile, when she said:

"You come over here now with your knife and I'll show you what to do with it."

He got an unsure look on his face but she hastened to say: "I't fine, honey, no one gets hurt here."

The next five minutes were exciting ones for all three, with Missy giving instructions to the two boys and them following the instructions closely.

When they were finished doing what she wanted, the two very dark skinned boys just stared at what they'd done.

Missy's bra was still on but the clever knife had carved out the pockets of the bra cups, leaving the structure and setting her plump breasts free, with hardened and pointy nipple displayed.

Her beige panties too were still on but had been shredded by the knife, in much the same fashion as the bra had. Now the waist band and leg bands were intact but eh material was flapping, having been slit from waist to leg by the knife carefully, exposing, much to the boys' delight both Missy's ass crack and the triangle of her pretty curly pussy.

The boys were staring with wildly grinning faces as Missy turned for them yet again and, without the instructions this time, bent from the waist for them.

"Very nice, Missus!" Igwe said, as Missy straightened up and grinned at the two of them.

"Put the knife away now, Igwe," she said softly "We won't be needing that now."

"No, Missus," Igwe said, putting the knife away, "We won't."

"Now come here, you beautiful boys and get your hands on me!" as Missy's next order. As she said it, she opened her arms wide and took in the embrace of both of the boys, who were hesitant at first but then emboldened by the fact that she took their hands and moved them down her back and left them resting on her ass cheeks.

"Very nice, Missus," Rhondi said, and Igwe agreed immediately.

"Like my ass?" Missy asked.

"Yes, Missus," was the consensus.

Then the hands were roaming. She lifted her head then and indulged herself in a kiss with each of them. She took possession of their large, luscious lips, letting her tongue play along the lips of each of them in turn. As they kissed, she felt hands kneading her ass cheeks back and forth, up and down. She also felt hands on her large breasts with her sensitive nipples. It caused her to break the latest kiss and sigh.

She looked up then at the two grinning boys and said, with her own smile:

"It's my turn now."

She disengaged herself from their embrace and began by tugging at Igwe's tee shirt. It was almost in tatters and came off easily. She proceeded to his shorts right away, pushing his underwear, also tattered, down and off, leaving the lovely boy totally naked.

She turned then to Rhondi and performed the very same service for him, and then she went back to the hug, now with her almost naked and the two glistening boys totally naked.

She loved the feel of the hands on her ass and her breasts, she also loved the feel of their muscular ass cheeks, under her own hands and the press of those big black cocks against her belly and thigh.

It was then that she made a decision about what would happen, and she spoke up:

"Okay, boys, Igwe, Rhondi, here's what we're going to do. We all are dirty. I've been working all afternoon and I smell. I know it. At times smell can be erotic but I want us clean. You two smell also; you've been on the road and have had to take care of yourselves the best you could. Right here in the garage is a bathroom. I prefer to get myself naked and clean, before going into the house."

She hesitated then to look at them. They were regarding her with rapt attention, listening carefully.

"We're all three going to shower and clean up. I want to wash those magnificent asses of yours and those lovely black cocks. Then we'll play any dirty game that Igwe and Rhondi have had in mind all along."

They both got a huge grin on their faces, when she said this.

"Then, after the dirty games, I'll find you something to wear, and then I'll make dinner and we'll think about what we're going to do."

"Going to do, Missus?" Igwe asked, his hand idly stroking Missy's left nipple, causing her to sigh out loud.

"Yes, we'll talk about what you want to do; work here, stay here for a bit, that kind of thing."

"You are so special, Missus," Igwe said softly, "We came to strip you and maybe harm you and you are being so nice."

Her answer to his meek, heartfelt praise, was to raise herself on her tiptoes and kiss him, licking her tongue along his sensuous lips.

"For today at least, before we make any decision about the future, you are my boys!" she said in a determined voice, "And I'm going to enjoy you."

"Thank you, Missus," Igwe said.

"Yes, thank you, Missus," Rhondi echoed.

Missy fetched her keys then and opened the door of the garage, walking with them, holding each one's hand and led them to the large, luxurious bathroom off of the garage floor.

It had a wall to wall glass shower stall, all along one side. When they were inside of the bathroom, with both boys gawking at the loveliness of it, Missy, unhooked her destroyed bra and took it off, putting it on a shelf. Then she skinned her tattered panties down and off. She turned to them, matched their smile and put her arms up in the air in invitation. They went to her and were once again ensconced in a three way hug. Once again she was feeling those muscular ass cheeks and big, dark black cocks. Once again she was having her ass cheeks played with and her nipples rubbed. Once again she lost herself in wet kisses, licking lips and teeth, seeking out tongues and giving her own in return.

"Missus," Igwe said, "You are so pretty!"

"Wonderful!" was Rhondi's word.

"Thank you, boys," Missy said, letting go of the embrace then.

"Shower time," she said, going into the shower stall and getting the water temperature exactly right for them.

She took the time to wash each of them, paying attention to all of the details of the washing. She had them giggling almost uncontrollably, as she ordered them around, making them turn, bend a little so that she could wash between their butt cheeks. She took special care in washing the long, shiny black cocks that were bobbing up and down in front of the very excited boys.

She had Rhondi's cock in her hand, soaping it and looked up and asked:

"How old are you boys?"

"We're just eighteen, Missus," Igwe said. "We've been friends a long time. We left home to see if we could find some. . .adventure, a life maybe."

"Not trouble?" she asked softly, still soaping the cock.

"No, Missus!" Igwe said quickly, "That was shameful! We're sorry for that."

"Yes, sorry," Rhondi added.

"Well," she went on, "We're fine here now, I guess."

"Yes, thanks to you and your kindness, pretty Missus!" Igwe said.

Then Rhondi giggled. Missy looked up at him and he said:

"It's so clean now, Missus! You've been washing it for many minutes!" She laughed and they joined in the laugh with her.

"You must call me 'Missy'," she said, "It's my name."

"Oh, we can't do that, Missus," Igwe said.

"But why not?" Missy wanted to know.

"Oh, we came here with shameful intents, a knife and sexual hunger and we were going to do things to you, and we're ashamed because you've been so nice, and we can't call you by your first name, Missus, it would be impolite," Igwe explained.

Missy smiled at them. Igwe had a thought and said:

"We will call you 'Missus Missy'"

That made Missy Markus laugh, and they joined the laugh.

"Missy is a pretty but strange name," Rhondi said.

"Yes," Missy sighed, "My Father liked names that began with the letter "M". So I was named Melissa Melinda but always called 'Missy' all my life."

"What a pretty name," Igwe said, "Like a song: "Melissa Melinda"!"

"There you are, Rhondi," Missy said, finishing her washing of the boy and then she shot her arms up in the air and said:

"Now me! Wash me! I've been out sweating and working the afternoon! Wash it all off of me."

They took soap and wash cloths and vigorously began to wash her. Rhondi got to wash her front, paying precise attention to her large breasts and sensitive nipples. Igwe washed down her back and began to rub his hands over her ass cheeks in a slow round motion. Missy sighed and bent over a little from the waist to give him more of a target for his washing, and causing her tits to sway a bit, much to Rhondi's delight.

"My, my," she cooed to the two boys, "This feels so nice, that maybe we don't need to get out of the shower at all."

"No, Missus Missy," Igwe said, "You are precisely right."

"But it'll be such fun if we do!" Missy said to follow up.

"Oh, I think so," Rondi added.

"Now this for you," Rondi said, beginning to soap between Missy's ass cheeks.

"Well, I did yours," she said, sighing, "I guess you can do mine!"

"Yes, Missus Missy," Rhondi said, "Take good care of you."

"Yes," Igwe agreed, 'The best care."

Missy sighed then and said: "I'm afraid that we need to turn off the water now but this has been so nice."

She led them out of the shower, and from a linen closet, fetched a pile of large bath sheets and began to dry them off, each in turn. She worked quickly and had them each dry in just a little bit. Then it was arms in the air again for her and letting them dry her off, enjoying the feel of the rough towel rubbing against her pubic hair and her engorged nipples.

"Ohhhhh, that feels nice!" Missy exulted.

When the towels were put away, Missy turned to the two lovely boys and said:

"This is what we're going to do. We'll begin with this, and proceed from here but this needs to be first."

As she was saying that, she went to her knees in front of the two boys.

"No, Missus Missy," Igwe said almost as an involuntary reaction. "You don't go to your knees for us!"

"But to do this I must," she said, getting up and putting a finger at Igwe's lips.

"There's so much excitement here that we need to begin this way," she said again, and again went to her knees.

In that position, she took each of their long black cocks in her hand and began to stroke them.

"Oh, Missus!" Rhondi said.

"Oh yes!" Igwe agreed.

Then she leaned in, first toward Rondi and then, after a few minutes, toward Igwe, to take the head of their cocks in her mouth. She spent some time sucking on the heads, licking around them and sucking on, nibbling on the under side of the heads. While she was thus engaged with one, she was continuing to stroke the cock of the other.

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