Little country.
I’m just out at the stables. Doing stuff with manure and hay.Wholesome stuff.
Stuff that makes you lean on a fence and chew a piece of straw. And she’s there being all prim and proper. Calling me names, insulting me. She thinks she funny. She thinks because her family is well to do that she can talk to me this way.
It’s hard to insult me with my dick in her mouth. It’s hard to insult someone when they are pounding into you and pulling your dress up. And we fuck so good. She tells me she’s going to tell her father. I fuck her harder and let her know she should as I pull her hair and grab her ass. .She squeals into my mouth and pushes down on me forcefully.
Up against a stall, splintery wood painted farm green. The smell of hay and horse dung. Dress pulled up over her ass, panties down around her one knee. Her legs hiked up around my waist. Yeah, tell your dad.
You can see where the sun has touched her down by the creek, and I grab her hips and push up Into her gut and fuck her. She drapes her arms around my neck. She grabs behind her, tries to keep her balance as I’m fucking the balance from under her.
Her pussy is slick, wet. I slide easily in her as I lean down to gnaw on her nipples. She cried out and grabs my head and I fuck her harder. My cock sliding in and out of her, metronome timed and taut.
She fucks me back and grunts on my cock and cums so hard that I hold on and fuck her all the more. Her back arches and she flails helplessly then pushes me off her with a feral grunt and lays there gasping catching her breath. Her legs akimbo.
I grab her hips and she whimpers as I pull her closer and dip my head into her pussy. I plunge my fingers inside her, hook her g spot and pull. I fuck and lick her. She smells of sex and hay. She almost falls out of the hay mow as she screams into her arm and gushes all over my face and i drink her down.
She lays there panting as i kiss her lips. It’s October and the chill in the air lends smoke to her flanks and bare skin. I unbuckle my pants and pull my hard cock out. A cow bellows in the distance. I can hardly push it down I’m so erect. She pulls her dress down exposing her beautiful breasts. She smooshes them together and smiles at me, licks her lips.
“As you wish.” And I jack off, slowly. My cock getting more and more red, the head swelling, my balls growing tighter against my body. I can feel them clenching and then releasing as I jack off. She just smiles. Rubs the crevasse of her sex slowly. Eyes alight. Every now and then she cranes her head up to lick the underside of my cock. It’s this little push each time, this thrill she reaches up and wipes away precum licks her mouth and I look up to then sky. Racked with orgasm I lean over and moan uncontrollably and shoot my load all over her chest, her nipples are glistening with my cum. Her mouth is open and she is eager, eager as she watches me shoot rope after rope of cum. I spray her tits and her belly with cum. A sheep baas. She pushes my hand away and takes my cock in her own, sucks more cum from the head and jacks me into her mouth. My ass clenches with each wave of orgasm until all I am is just breathing. I lay down beside her. She wraps her arms around me, covers me with a bit of horse blanket and we just sit and listen to the farm.
After awhile I grab my lunch bag from a nearby hay bale. I pull out an obnoxiously large apple, a wedge of cheese, a slice of thick bread and some wine in a flask.
We eat half dressed and luxuriating in the hay and food. Her laugh is infectious as we talk and joke. She wipes her mouth and kisses me before she goes. She pulls out hay by the handfuls and wipes off all of my mess. Pulling her underwear up and adjusting herself to a ladies standards before she leaves.
Her lips brush mine and she squeezes my balls before she goes. I sit up in the hay mow. Listening to the tic of the settling barn. Cows moving around the yard that I still need to milk. Chickens that need fed, and all the rest. I pull apiece of hay out of the bale we were sitting on, I think it tastes faintly of her. Chores go by in a rush of pushing, pulling, milking, squawking, bellowing and all the rest of the sounds of a farm. When I am done I wipe dust off my pants and look to the house. It looks like she’s almost done with dinner. I walk into my house and she is there, in the kitchen.
The smell of fried chicken, collard greens, and cucumbers and vinegar permeate the air. It smells of being lived in and loved. Coffee and tea. She turns around and smiles at me as I set the table and she finishes up. I devour that fried chicken and all the rest washing it all down with some milk and a beer.
When we are finished I help her with the dishes and then we make some cocktails and walk out to the porch. Animals are asleep and steaming in the cool night.
“You have a good day?” She asks. My wife asks. I am not Wesley and she is not the princess, but she knows I did. She leans over, her breath smelling of mint julep and amaretto and whispers-
“I tasted some of you. “ This makes me stiffen immediately. Makes me throb. I love when she talks like this.
“How was it?” I ask and she smiles. That dazzling smile. Like a movie star or a model. Always like a model.
“I wanted more sometime, I want you to squirt your cum all in my mouth. Or on my face, so I can’t open my eyes and you have to
help me with a towel. It seems wonderfully warm. She says and my breath catches.
She leans back over and looks out to the sky. A small dark smile on her face.
“Why I ask?” She smiles at the stars.
“Because it’s inconvenient, it’s a mess, it’s lovely and hot and dirty and because I love you and that’s enough, You know?” I nod to myself in the dark. Yes it is enough.
There is nothing finer than talking to my overly seductive wife on a beautiful autumn night after fucking her in our barn. She finishes her drink and places it on the floorboards of the porch. She lifts the hem of her dress enough to pull her underwear off.
When we fuck this time it’s softer, gentler, it’s the lapping of waves in a small pond. I smell of sweat and herd animals. It is slow motion leaves dappling the sky. My pants are around my ankles, and her dress is bunched up around her hips and we fuck so slowly that my orgasm surprises me, but not her she speeds up when she hears I’m close, pushes me over and I groan and cry out into her neck as I hug her and pump my cock up as deep as I can go. We sit there. My cock still hard inside her. She rocks against me till I soften. She kisses me when she gets up and pulls her dress up. A slim line of cum dribbles down the inside of her leg past her knee. She gasps;
“Tsk, look what you’ve done now.” As she goes into the house to the bathroom. I pull up and button my pants and finish my drink. Look at the sky. I hear her in the shower doing shower things. Soon I’ll go in and join her but for right now I’ll just sit and try to count the stars.