split. Pussy-juice drooled onto his clean-shaven chin.
Mr. Walker's tongue roamed up and down my crack, cleaning each of my slots and grooves. He sucked and licked my clit and nibbled on my cuntlips, sending thrill after thrill through my heated pussy. My thighs trembled and I could hear my cunt popping as it opened and shut, winking at him.
The man's big hands slid lightly over my tits, stroking squeezing, and pinching the throbbing globes until I was beside myself. I felt his fingers close around the hanging mounds and squeeze m. It hurt, but it hurt good. He reached spots in my tits that I hadn't been aware of and they warmed to the boiling point.
Mr. Walker's hands left my boobs, ran lightly over my stomach, around to the outside of my thighs and then over my ass, creating a trail of goosebumps. Seconds later he pulled my big cheeks as far apart as they would go. I felt his tongue circle my asshole and tease the rim. I shivered as wave after wave of excitement shot through me.
The hot, wet tongue pushed against the taut ring and tried to gain entrance. When it didn't manage to go in he hooked a finger on either side of the tight rim and pulled it open enough that the tip of his tongue could caress the very outer edge of the chute. My whole body began to boil with desire. I swallowed hard and purred. His tongue left my ass and went directly to my open cunt.
I shivered with delight as he fucked me with his tongue. My pussy was slobbering and pouring its juice into his open mouth. I moaned and sighed as he worked on me.
Mr. Walker's big cock leaped to life as he watched from his unique vantage point. It was throbbing and ready. My cunt was too. It needed to be stuffed, my asshole didn't.
Mr. Walker's tongue felt wonderful but it was just making my twat itch worse.
I had to come! I had to be helped. They couldn't just walk off and leave me like that and I told Mr. Walker so. He told me that he couldn't get another hard-on right now.
After I got rid of Mr. Walker I went to the barn. At first I did what I was supposed to be doing, cleaning out the animals' stalls. I did Porky's first. The big hog just stared at me and lazily seemed to hope that I'd jack him off or something. But he didn't have anything that would help me so I wasn't going to mess with him.
When I finished his pen I headed for Mr. Stubborn's stall. It was empty because I had the donkey in the pasture for some exercise and grazing. I shoveled the shit out, picked up the curry comb and wandered into the pasture.
The donkey and I had always gotten along pretty well. He was stubborn, just like his name implied, but he wasn't mean.
Finding a small Coke in the refrigerator I opened it, drank it, and washed the bottle real good. Getting the hand cream from the bathroom I rubbed a large amount on the neck and mouth of the bottle before coating the entrance to my cunt.
I placed the bottle on the seat of a kitchen chair and squatted over it. I would have tried putting it in by hand but I knew I'd never be strong enough to push it past the tight muscles.
The little glass mouth slid in without any trouble. Then, as I lowered myself, it got tighter and tighter. I bit my lip and lowered my weight. I could feel the muscles and skin around the opening of my cunt stretching and stretching. I eased down a little harder, sinking on it a little more. My muscles started to hurt. I kept at it as long as I could but found I could only get a little over halfway down the neck.
That wasn't good enough. I had to get so my cunt would stretch around the biggest part of it or I'd never be able to take him. Pulling the bottle out after an unsuccessful third try, I wiped it and myself clean with a kitchen towel and pulled my shorts back on.
It was only three more days until Keith and Lynn arrived. They'd have some ideas; I was sure they would. I had to have my orgasms back. I almost cried every time I thought of it.
For the first time in a couple of weeks I picked up one of the confession magazines and sat down to read it. If I could just get over being a freak who couldn't have a decent sex life I'd really be all right.
It was funny how childish most of the stories in the magazine sounded to me now. They were almost stupid. If they wanted to hear a real tear-jerker they ought to talk to me. Of course I knew the stories weren't really true but I still suspected they were based on some facts. I wondered what someone could write about me. I was sure it would never get past the censors.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was Thursday, with just two more days before Keith and Lynn would arrive. I had spent the last few days working with the Coke bottle without getting it in far enough to do any good. My thoughts, daydreams and regular dreams were wild.
I had to put the fires out. Taking the garden hose I pushed the end into my teat and turned the knob until it was on hard. The heavy stream hit my womb like a sledgehammer, cleaning, bruising, filling my insides. The smell and taste of cum still clung to me. I pulled the hose out and shot it into my face. The fiery need eased a little but didn't go away. I kicked my ruined panties the rest of the way off. Using every ounce of self-control I had, I walked to tie creek and waded in.
The cold water cooled my legs as I waded to the center of the stream. I sat down so it was up to my neck. Slowly, very slowly, the frustration and the aching need ebbed, leaving me shaken and exhausted.
I was so tired I fell asleep immediately.
In my dream I was with Gary, my boy friend, in his mom's car. He was fondling my boobs again. The delightful, almost lazy way his fingers explored, turned me on. It was like he was doing it to me right then. In my dream I felt his fingers slide between the buttons of my blouse trail along the flesh at the edge of the cups and carefully, almost shyly, force the soft mounds to give enough that he could get his fingers into the cups. I shivered as they worked their way to the airy softness that surrounded my nipples.
It was fun, it was beautiful, it was nice. In my dream I was going to be satisfied. In my dream it wasn't ugly, brutal, and it didn't leave me frantic or feeling dirty and weird. I sighed as his fingers found the shoulder strap and pushed it down so it hung loosely from my arm.
I felt the warm delight as his fingers trailed like fire across my tender flesh, turning the cup inside out and exposing my tit to the night. I felt him bend over and purred as he kissed the satin smoothness and tugged gently on the little brown nipple, making it stiffen in need.
His fingers undid the rest of the buttons on my blouse and bared my little tummy. He explored above the waistband of my miniskirt for a few minutes. Then, when I was powerless to stop him, he slid his fingers up my naked thighs, directing the fiery passions of his touch, like bolts of lightning, into my womanhood. My cunt was burning and drooling long before he ever touched my panties.
At first I kept my legs locked tightly together, forcing him to work on the springy soft V of my pubic forest and lower tummy. When I was deliciously wet between my legs and my cuntlips were on fire with the need for him to touch and excite, I began to relax and let him push my thighs back.
His fingers felt so strong and good. They gripped the soft, relaxed insides of my legs and moved them so he could reach more and more of my cunt. He delighted in pulling and pushing the leg bands of my panties into the crack of my ass so he could make them into a tight G-string. The ritual was always the same. He would fill the crack of my ass with the nylon and elastic, draw the bands over my hips on the sides and guide it back into my split.
I never fired of this. It gave him a chance to work on my hairy cuntlips while the elastic applied a tight, warm pressure on my inner flaps. He worked on me for a long time before dipping his finger under the thin straight line of material and testing the hole to see how wet it was.
By this time, in my dream, I was ready. My cunt was hot and drooling. He made me lift my ass off the seat and pulled my panties off. He teased the cuntlips with his fingers. He rubbed them together, he tugged on them. He dipped his finger inside my waiting hole and bent his head so he could suck my exposed nipple into his mouth.
The fire, the itch, the need, was all lodged deep inside. I thrilled to his fingers. I reached over and rubbed his crotch. In my dream I was inexperienced and properly shy. I wouldn't think of taking it on myself to pull his cock out and play with it.
