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[Part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lt6139/the_farmer_friends_part_8_mforal_chapter_5/?)
**Chapter 6**
After dinner, Ruth said, “I made fixings for ice cream. Who’s going to crank the ice cream maker?”
With exaggerated bravado, Charlie took off his shirt, flexed, and said “I’ll handle this, everyone step back.”
Ruth giggled and poured the white cream mixture into the mixer. Charlie picked it up and carried it into the living room, set it between his legs, and began mixing. He made a show of flexing his large arms and chest muscles.
Ruth whistled at him and Becky said, “slow down there Rambo. You’re going to set my panties on fire.”
Charlie frowned, relaxing his pose, and said, “well I wouldn’t want to be the reason for a perfect pussy going up in flames.”
Ruth smacked her sister on the arm and said, “you guys are really too much. You’re embarrassing me in front of Sam.”
I had been laughing the whole time and flashed Ruth a big grin.
Ruth went to sit next to her husband, putting her arm over his shoulders and resting her head on his shoulder, letting her brown hair spill across his chest which was rippling as he turned the ice cream crank. He turned and kissed her gently on the top of her head.
Becky said, “we have 4 people, who’s up for a game of Euchre?”
Ruth and Charlie both responded in the affirmative, and I replied, “you have to remind me how to play. It’s been a long time.”
Becky had a gleam in her eye as she said, “let’s play it boys against girls.”
I wondered at that gleam and decided that it could not be a bad thing.
I sat down at the table with Becky, and she used the deck of cards to explain the game to me as Charlie finished mixing the ice cream Ruth spooned it into four bowls, and then Ruth and Charlie sat down across from us, Charlie diagonal to me.
“Okay,” Becky said, “there’s one more rule that I did not tell you. House rule. If you call trump and are set, then the other team can tell you one thing that you must do. Sort of like truth or dare, but with only the dare.”
Becky led first, so I could see how the game worked. And probably to demonstrate the house rule, she took the trump and lost the hand.
Charlie remarked, “it’s going to be really easy to win this game if she keeps losing on purpose.”
Becky gave him a malicious smile and said, “that remains to be seen. Now, you two get to pick what I have to do. ”
Unwilling to venture any ideas and set the wrong pace, I looked over at Charlie and waited for him to say something. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head, saying, “Well that’s easy. Take off your top.”
Becky’s smile broadened to a genuine grin and she pulled her shirt over her head and then unclasped her bra, throwing it over her shoulder. “Happy to get that off,” she said, “this is much more comfortable. You’re so predictable Charlie.”
He smiled back and said, “I know what I want and I’m easy to please.”
As Becky laughed, her tits bounced.
Now it was Charlie’s turn to deal, and he took the trump, and we won the hand. Even though we won that hand, Charlie pulled off his shirt saying, “I don’t want Becky to feel left out.”
On the next hand, Ruth dealt. Suspiciously, she took the trump and was set. She looked at me and said, “now Sam it’s your turn. What do I have to do?”
Feeling shy, I said what Charlie said. “Take off your sh—-”
“Naw!” Charlie interrupted me, “you can’t say what I said! Pick something better.”
I thought for a second, and then said, “Do you do yoga? Hold a tree pose, where you stand on one foot with your hands over your head and one knee cocked for 30 seconds. Naked.”
Ruth playfully smiled at me and waved her finger at me. “If I sprain my knee, you have to take me to the hospital.”
“Nonsense,” laughed Charlie, “she’s as fit as the day I met her. Just look at that glorious woman!” he said as he gestured toward her while she dropped her blue jeans to her ankles and then shimmied her light blue panties after them. Her hips were wide like her sister’s, but her legs were slender and her skin was tight, so pale it was almost translucent. Her pubic hair was thick and dark, coming to a point, and a single curl was framed in the gap between her thighs.
She was staring at her husband as she did this, but out of the corner of my eye I could see that he was watching me and nodding approval slightly. Becoming aware of myself, I closed my mouth for it had been hanging open like an idiot’s. Ruth followed her husband’s gaze to me and smiled at my red face.
“Sam, I think I need your help undoing my bra. And then show me how to do this pose.”
My confidence had fled from me for a moment as I imagined them thinking I was childish in the presence of their maturity. And her stark beauty was frankly intimidating, but her playful tone made the sick feeling in my stomach dissipate and I relaxed, telling myself- “she’s already seen you suck her husband’s dick, and this is an invitation to get closer if I ever heard one”.
I slid out from behind the table and walked to where she stood behind her chair, in the space between the dining room and the kitchen. While I walked she unbuttoned the front of her shirt and then I helped her slide it off of her arms. Her bra was a simple grey and white striped one with pastel purple trim. I unclasped it and then slid it from her arms and handed it to her. She reached over and set it on the counter, and then she took my hand and pressed it to her breast.
“Don’t be so shy,” she said, “this is going to be fun.”
Her breasts were small, slightly rounder than her pectoral muscles, with pointy nipples. I gave her breast a gentle squeeze, and then gave her a peck kiss on the lips. “I’m just a little bit stunned, but I’m having fun.”
I stepped back from her and then pulled my foot up to my knee and showed her the yoga pose. Then I slipped behind her and held her hips to help her balance as she did the pose as well. I did not really need to balance her, but we both appreciated the contact.
Charlie dramatically held up his phone and called out, “that’s 30 seconds!”
Next it was his turn to deal, and he made ridiculous trump choice. I shook my head at him, smiling. Of course we did not make it, though we made a heroic attempt. He flashed a wicked grin at his wife and said, “as you can see, somehow we have failed to take this hand. What must I do to pay my debt?”
Ruth made a show of deep thought. She crossed her arms, framing her perfect petite breasts.
“Kiss me and tell me three nice things about myself, and then take your clothes off and do four Arnold impressions,” she said.
“That, my dear, is three things,” Charlie said with serious eyebrows.
She met his stern gaze, trying to suppress a smile., “I am the judge and I have spoken.”
Charlie was already rising, and as he walked around the table he was undoing his belt. He scooped his naked wife into his arms. She squeaked and protested mildly. He kissed her and said, “you are beautiful”. He kissed her again and said, “we are financially secure because of your money smarts.” He kissed her a third time and said, “everyone around us feels comfortable because of your big heart.”
She patted him playfully on his hairy chest with her hand and said, “thank you, that will do.”
Charlie carefully set Ruth down, and she helped him unbutton his fly and remove his pants and underwear. She let out a giggle of delight when his penis sprung out of his boxers. I glanced over at Becky, and she was smiling too, enjoying the show.
Charlie curled his arms up into a bodybuilder pose and turned his hips to the side to show his muscular thighs as he rolled his foot up onto his toes. With a very decent Arnold Schwarzenegger impression he said, “don’t you know who I am? I’m the party pooper.”
He lowered his hands to his waist, flexing his arms again and said, “now tell me, who is your daddy and what does he do?”
I was laughing hysterically, as were the two women. He continued his impersonations with a few more poses. I had a lot to look at, between Charlie’s physique, and the way his wife’s breasts and his sister-in-law’s breasts moved as they laughed. Ruth’s were small and perky, with no crease underneath. They shook up and down as she laughed. Becky’s breasts were larger and had more degrees of freedom in which to move as she laughed. They would begin moving forward and backward, and then as her laughter slowed to a chuckle, they would move side to side. The carefree smiles on their faces and the freedom in their nudity made me love them.
As the laughter died down, Charlie returned to his seat and it was Becky’s turn again to deal. She picked the trump but her hand was not good, nor was her partner Ruth’s, so they lost the hand. Charlie was still wound up from his performance and exclaimed loudly, “now for the punishment for losing your hand!”
Becky, who had appeared sad to lose the hand and had been competitive with Charlie, surprised me with her compliance and said, “well, what do you propose?”
Charlie replied, “tell us what you and Sam were doing upstairs before dinner? Surely you were not checking him for ticks that long.”
Her eyebrows shut up, but before she could reply I interrupted and said, “hey right, you promised me upstairs that I would be able to taste you, and I owe that to you.”
Becky’s face went red, but her sister chimed in, “well, you would not hold back from a promise, would you? Let’s see this.”
A stubborn frown flashed across Becky’s face, but she said, “I did not promise anything, but I am a good sport.”
I looked around the dining room and kitchen, and then pointed to a spot on the counter it and said, “this looks like a good spot to sit.
Becky stood up from her chair, dropped her pants and panties, and then walked to the counter where I was standing. She stood on her tippy toes, setting her ass cheeks on the edge of the counter. Lifting herself up with her hands on the counter, she scooted her hips back, and then lifted her feet to the counter and spread her legs wide .
I knelt on the linoleum floor in front of her, my face even with her pussy. I set my hands on the insides of her hips, framing her pelvis, and then slowly put my face into the frame, gently exploring the folds of her labia with my lips, my tongue, and my nose. Becky continued to support herself with one hand, but put the other one to my head and gently pushed my face into her crotch. She began to make exaggerated moans, and so I increased the intensity of the attention my tongue was giving her. I made long strokes, with the tip of my tongue in the entrance of her vagina and then sliding it up one side of her inner labia to her clit, making two circles around it and then sliding down the other side back to the hole at the bottom where I started. After about 20 repetitions of this, her moans were deepening. She pushed my face into her crotch more firmly so that I did not have as much freedom to roam, so I pressed my lips into a circle around her clit and flicked the tip of my tongue across it. Her moans grew more dramatic, and my tongue’s pressure grew more firm. I moved my hand under my chin, with my palm facing up, and slid my ring and middle fingers into her. She responded with a high-pitched squeal, and I moved my fingers in and out slightly, curling them to rub the pads of my finger against the thick part behind her belly button.
This was rewarded with a deep gasp, and she clenched my head between her thighs, resting her feet on my back. I valiantly tried to continue my work under these new impediments but when she could speak, she begged me to stop. She leaned forward and collapsed on to my shoulder, and I reached up to support her. Then I helped her down from the counter.
Looking to my side, I saw Charlie and Ruth sitting next to each other, their chairs turned around to face us. Ruth was stroking her husband and playing with herself. She said simply, “that was hot.”
“Indeed,” said Charlie, “let’s move to the living room. Sam, will you help me get drinks?”
I followed him to the fridge and he pointed out what Becky would like, and then said, “you grab whatever you would like.”
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