Rob Peterson had just stepped down from his job for The Wilson sisters as The Senior IT tech at Wilson Enterprises to co-run his brother Ed's start up company in Rural North Eastern Kentucky, and he was stressed. This meant more responsibility but with less chances for a retirement fund. He had so many responsibilities already that he could barely handle in running the small wool farm his parents had started many, many years before. The good news for him in all this was that answers to his problem of running the farm would come with his best friend in the world, and her female best friend moving in to his house to help by the weekend. It also meant his balls would be eternally empty. Kim Barnes had been his best friend since the sand box. His and her families raised them in Rural New Hampshire, and decided to move to Eastern Kentucky 10 years prior to retirement, citing seeking a warmer climate. They were teens then, and were out of sorts. That was a long time ago. Both grew up, went to college in Nearby Louisville, and got jobs. Surprisingly, neither settled down. She was a blonde haired, brown eyed tomboy with large rack, round ass, short, yet cute legs topped off by cute little feet that for 90% of the time were bare. She had a super cute face full of freckles topped off with long, straight blonde hair that was almost always tied up in a ponytail or spilling haphazardly out of an old Boston ball cap. Like Rob, she was a wild child thirst for adventure, and a dislike for clothes. Only 10% of her body was covered for 10% of the time. Rob had seen her in all her stages of dress from a Carhart jacket, shorts, hoodie and boots with no socks in winter to tiny cut off denim jeans, bare feet and tiny tank top to barefoot naked at the swimming pond, and in her room. He had been the same way, and hadn't really thought of her in the sexual way until the past two years. They both had dated other people short term, with those things pestering out. They always found their way back to each other. It was like coming home, and he realized that he had started getting hard seeing her legs and feet, though feet weren't his fetish. Asses, pussys and tits were, but her feet had been having a hold on him. But then again, seeing her face was starting to make him happier, too. Signs of things to come. Kim's female bestie, Bonnie, who was also a friend of Rob's, was the tallest of the three. Nearly an inch taller than Kim with giant tits, big, sexy ass and sexy long legs, she was the wildest of the three, and the band leader. It was her idea to suggest moving in to the farm, and having Kim convince Rob, who needed neither. It was an unusally hot late night in January, well above 70 degrees, and Rob had just stripped out of his work clothes, the warm breeze coming in from the open windows making his 2 inch thick cock hard. After enjoying a scalding hot shower, he stepped out into the living room, bowling his body off. A soft knock at the back door made him frown. The backyard was fenced in, gated and locked, and secluded. He went to see who it was, towel wrapped around his midsection. Opening the door revealed a completely naked Kim, her pretty Lil feet rubbing one another as if she were nervous. Her gum drip sized nipples were as hard as stones, and he could see by her pussy she was aroused. His cock joined her condition. "Hey," she said softly. "Can I come in?" It was like a record player needle scratch. Any other time she wouldn't have knocked, would have bounded in, and plopped on the sofa, her cute little legs splayed open. This was new. Something was off. "Have you thought about Bonnie and me moving in," she asked, smiling shyly at him. "You need the help, you know." 'Not sure I'd survive it,' he wanted to say, starting at her feet and devouring her with his eyes. What Hell was going on with him?!? His cock throbbed. His mind seemed to melt like chocolate. "I'd like that a lot," he said hoarsely, then cleared his throat. "I mean, 'cool'." "Good! I'll tell Bonnie," she said with a girlish giggle. Her voice made every part of his body, except his cock, seem to turn to the consistency of yogurt. She stood up on tippy toes and, for first time he could remember, kissed him fully on the lips, fleeting, teasingly. His brain turned into goo as he watched her pad to the door, and was instantly jealous of the porch stairs as she bounded down them, her Cantaloupe shaped tits bouncing. He was washing his truck in the yard, barefoot naked and enjoying the warn weather when he heard a wolf whistle from behind him. He turned to see the two women drive up in Bonnie's old beater of a truck. "Sexy ass," Bonnie laughed. He shook it at her "Hey, Sexy," Kim's voice purred as she stepped barefoot naked out of the passenger seat. Both his cock and his pulse rose rapidly as his brain all but shut down. WTF?!? She never called him that.... The next two hours were spent following behind her, helping carrying her belongings, wondering what her ass tasted like, then cursing himself for having those thoughts. He followed her subconsciously. That evening, when Bonnie went to her parents' house to return her key, Kim pounced. It was a Pearl Harbor attack. Everything changed. He was chatting with her about the house, the no textile rule, and which room was ready when it happened. She had stopped responding, was sitting with her legs crossed, her eyes half lidded. Neither had been drinking, and he had been trying not to be staring at her as much. That wasn't what she wanted. One minute he was sitting cross legged on the floor, the next lying flat on his back, staring up at her cute face. A look of want was on it, and in seconds her tongue was stuck in the back of his throat, her tits pressed against his chest. His cock was clenched tightly in her smaller fist, being painfully squeezed. His brain dissolved again, his cock hardened and throbbed again, and her lips captured his. He began rubbing her naked ass, and returning the kiss. She broke the kiss off, released his cock, and bounded up, and into the kitchen. He followed, silently cursing himself. He felt like a heel. "I'm soooo sorry," he said, apologetically. "I didn't mean..." He was cut off when she ran into the living room. He was confused. He had to follow. What else could he do. She ran back into the kitchen. He stood damning himself. She pounced on his back, running her tongue around his throat. He froze, and she hopped down, her tits heaving, then dragged him into his bedroom.....