Livin' In the Country
Chapter 11
I do believe that chapter 11 is a kind of way out of some serious
financial misfortunes associated with spending more than one makes and doing it
for a rather long time. I would like to announce here and now that this chapter
11 has no connection whatsoever with the goings on that will be covered by my
version of chapter 11; although both do involve considerable pain and
humiliation on the part of those involved in either process.
It was with some degree of fear and trepidation that I presented myself
at the appointed time so that I could be examined and judged as to my ability to
provide the type of pleasuring that May and Mabel were accustomed to receiving.
I could still not get it from my mind that my dear wife and the mother of my new
playmate had somehow been in communication, and my fate, such as it was to be,
had already been determined.
The house they occupied was somewhat smaller and somewhat older than the
domicile that housed my happy family. I was assured tha none of the neighbors
would be dropping in unexpectedly while we were busy becoming better acquainted.
That statement turned out to be true, but what they did not choose to tell me
did present a formidable problem as the weekend took it's course.
The weather had turned rather hot and the ladies were dressed
accordingly. May was bare to the waist, giving me a great view of her heavy
melon shaped tits. She had some kind of a sarong type wrap covering her from the
waist down. Her mother was wearing a big smile and a pair of sheer bikini
panties that were fighting a losing battle with her impressive gut. This was
another mark of country women, their guts. These bellies began once the dear
things began to swell up from encountering the offerings of the male members of
the species. With each impregnation at least an inch or two was permanently
added to their girth.
However there were other means to achieve the same configuration, and
those usually involved consuming copious amounts of rich country food and plenty
of our famous alcoholic concoctions that were in abundance. In the case of
Mabel, it was a combination of these two factors that resulted in her overhang
that quite clearly called attention to the wrinkled entry to her fun zone.
I took my time looking over Mabel, as this was beginning to be serious
time. Her face was round and a tad on the red side; whether from too much sun or
more than average imbibing was yet to be determined. She was beefy, but May
probably outweighed her by thirty pounds and was still growing. Her tits were
impressive as far as size was concerned, perhaps a bit bigger than May's but
with plenty of extra sag from years and years of fighting and losing to gravity.
Country women with real tits never wore bras, considering these contraptions as
some kind of city affectation, not worthy of being on women with real tits. Her
nipples were at least an inch long and to my way of thinking she wasn't even
slightly excited yet. The region around those teats was dark, almost black, and
the size of a silver dollar.
I could imagine that those elongated melons had taken plenty of serious
handling in her younger days and probably thousands of hours of serious sucking
from both sexes, ranging in age from newborns to middle-aged folk like myself. I
had no difficulty imagining my mouth chock full of those melons, sucking away on
them while hopefully she was manipulating my sex organ so that I could dump
still another load of wigglers into that hungry hole she called her "little
puss". That last fact I got compliments of her daughter who liked to chat about
almost anything while she was resting up between those close encounters of the
personal kind that we call "country fucking."
My musings were rudely interrupted by Mabel's voice announcing that they
hadn't invited me over to their place just to have me gawk at what they were
about to offer me. "Come on daughter, let's get this piece of meat into the
bedroom so we can get a better look at what he has to offer us ladies." I was
escorted into the back bedroom, which May referred to as the examination and
testing area. Their bedrooms were considered to be off-limits to candidates such
as myself unless I measured up to their exacting standards.
Mabel, who was obviously in charge of this little party, ordered me to
strip and show them the merchandise. For the next ten minutes my private parts
were hefted, squeezed, stroked, patted, petted, yanked, measured and discussed
as if I wasn't present. Mabel announced that as far as length was concerned, I'd
probably measure up based of the semi-erection she had produced by rubbing the
head of my dick against the crotch of her bikini panties and crooning that her
fun zone was just a few minutes away from taking on its first passenger for a
nice long ride in the tunnel of love. May just giggled and told her mom that my
organ was only average in length based on the number of partners she had taken
on over the last six months or so. She did however acknowledge that I had
reasonable staying power, knew where her cunt was located and seemed to enjoy
its taste, texture and general good health, the mark of one not inexperienced in
the fine art of country fucking.
Her mom was happy to hear these things about me, but reserved her
whole-hearted approval until she was properly introduced to my equipment in the
testing bed. She also made reference to the fact that I seemed to possess girth
that did not seem sufficient to fill up her little puss. That cutting
observation caused my little man to retreat in embarassment, an action noted by
both my examiners. It looked like it was going to be a long and very
"challenging" weekend. That's a city word meaning mission impossible or
something like it.
To make things more interesting Mabel produced a pair of handcuffs which
clicked shut keeping my hands secured behind my back. Then I received another
surprise, an unpleasant one. It seems that both May and Mabel had invited a few
of their close personal friends to drop in over the weekend in order to test me
and thus provide more input to them concerning my ability to properly satisfy
your typical country girl or woman. Finally May gave me a shit-eating grin and
announced that for the rest of the evening, and well into the morning, she would
assume the role of fluffer, making sure that I was given every chance to either
get it up or keep it up when it came to attending to her momma's needs.
At that point Mabel piped up to complain that because that little weasel
Marty had wimped out on her last week at my place, she hadn't had a chance at
any cock for about six weeks. According to her that made her a bit feisty and
she intended to take out her nervous energy on my cock in order to calm down a
bit. When that occurred, then I'd get a surprise from May as well. I could
hardly contain myself when I heard the word "surprise" being bandied about once
more. To date all the "surprises" had been downers, and I was not ready to try
to handle any more like them.
May patted the bed and told me to lie down on my back. Once I assumed
the position she started sucking my cock with a great deal of enthusiasm.
Meanwhile Mabel stripped off her bikinis and approached the bed with a big smile
on her face. "Want to have a little taste of what you'll be fucking for the rest
of the night?", she asked.
Before I could answer, she got on the bed and positioned her smooth
shaven cunt over my face and then deposited her nearly two hundred pounds of sex
crazed flesh down onto my face. It got mighty dark and the aroma of stale piss
began to filter into my nostrils as she wiggled her big ass into a more
comfortable spot, jamming my nose between her wrinkled cunt lips. My tongue
slipped out and made a sweep of what lay within easy reach. I quickly realized
that there was no way to get my tongue up and into her plump cunt from this
position.
I wiggled and licked at whatever I could reach, hoping that she would
get the picture and readjust her body to give me a better chance of getting to
her goodies. I finally had to push up with my head to get Mabel's attention. I
heard her and May giggling, then her hams moved down to my chest, allowing my
tongue to begin getting her all hot and bothered. I had spent so much time
concentrating on getting into a more comfortable position, that my cock was
still at half mast, which did not make May a very happy camper. I received a nip
on the tip of my semi-hard cock and did that hurt!
"Concentrate on getting that limp pecker of yours nice and hard or I'll
leave a set of teeth marks on that little sucker." May said menacingly. The
threat was sufficient to get my mind focused on getting hard so I could begin
fucking Mabel's juicing cunt. The way she was beginning to drip indicated a
woman wth a need, a big need.
I'd like to say that upon entering Mabel's well worn tunnel of love, I
found my destiny, but such was not the case. Mabel was nothing special when it
came to tightness of pussy and the kind of tricks she had learned over the
years. The fact that I was handcuffed also put me at a big disadvantage when it
came to demonstrating my skills. At best she was a comfortable fuck, nothing
more. I could imagine her spreading every other night for a guy who was grateful
for some place to park his hard dick once she got him hard enough to enter her
well used cunt. That however was not the way she envisioned herself, and so I
was encouraged to rise to the occasion under penalty of being cited for lack of
manliness, a capital offense in these parts.
May sucked and I fucked. Then May sucked some more and I fucked some
more. Mabel took it in many positions, but being handcuffed did sort of cramp my
style, but that was her doing. Sometime well into the morning Mabel declared
that she was too tired to take any more dick. At the time I was beneath her,
fucking like a maniac and praying to the gods of sex for a miracle, namely the
ability to deposit one more load of depleted baby-making juice into her loose
cunt. Mabel had had enough for the evening, but that still left her hot-holed
daughter and all their friends who would be arriving shortly. I was allowed a
few hours to recover as I slept the sleep of the exhausted, burdened by dreams
that reflected what I had been experiencing.
The next thing I knew someone was sucking my cock, and it was definitely
not May. I opened my eyes and there was her momma happily trying to swallow my
stiff dick. I noticed something else; Mabel had dentures, and currently they
were sitting in a glass by the bed. I have had a few gum jobs in my life, but
Mabel would prove to be the absolute best at this esoteric activity. At about
the same time I also realized my bladder was on the verge of bursting. Mabel
thought that was pretty funny until I started hollering. All the noise I was
making woke up May. A few minutes later I was standing over the toilet pissing
up a storm as Mabel held my cock in her hand, aiming the stream dead center into
the bowl while May waited her turn. When I finished, Mabel led me back to the
testing bed for a good morning fuck while May took care of business in the
bathroom.
The old woman was kind of frisky; I guess having her ashes hauled for
half the night had put her in a better mood. To my amazement and delight she
offered up her asshole, if I was interested. Let's face it, cornholing is one
thing that we country folk dote on. You show me a woman who doesn't like taking
it up the ass and I'll show you a spinster. Usually a country girl is taking
dick in the ass by the time she's 14 or 15, some much earlier, especially those
that come from "loving" families, if you get my drift.
By the time May joined us, I was buried to the hilt in her momma's
asshole. She was still wearing that funny wraparound skirt which started me to
wondering what that outfit was all about. I would find out shortly. The girl
settled down beside us and watched my dick go in and out of her momma's shitter
as I did her doggy style. I had to admit that Mabel's asshole was pretty tight.
I just wish my hands were free so I could milk those big tits while I banged
away on her. It took some time to work up a good head of steam and shortly
thereafter I made a major deposit into Mabel's bowels. Then May got into the
act, gluing her mouth to her momma's gaping butt hole and hoovering out every
drop, which she swallowed with gusto. Now that was my kind of woman I thought to
myself.
I began to detect this strange odor permeating the room. By now Mabel's
asshole had attached itself to my mouth and I was seeing how far up her back
passage I could get my tongue. She seemed to be enjoying the sensation that my
exploration was creating. That damned odor grew stronger, and it wasn't coming
from Mabel. Then the old woman began to chuckle, which provided my tongue with
some new and delightful stimulation. Who would have believed that giving a woman
on the wrong side of 50 a rim job could turn out to be so enjoyable. That is
just another of the benefits of livin' in the country. Now this is not to say
that I am eager to experience the sensations attached to butt fucking a pig or a
sheep as the mountain folk seem to enjoy doing. But when it comes to dicks
versus cunts, anything goes in the country.
The ladies decided to show me some hospitality for my efforts. I was
freed from those cuffs and allowed to join them for a big country breakfast.
Midway through our morning repast, actually it was close to noon, there came a
knocking at the door, the first of many surprise visits from friends of the two
ladies. This one was Bonnie, a large, humorless woman who was a good buddy of
May. She joined us for breakfast and demolished a stack of corn cakes plus half
a side of bacon before issuing a large belch and wandering off in the direction
of the bathroom. This pudgy blonde behemoth was into pussy eating in a big way.
Upon returning to the testing bed, she shucked off her tent dress, and pulled
down her underpants to reveal a forest of thick pubic hair guarding what
appeared to be the mouth of a cave. I became very familiar with that terrain
over the next hour or so as Mabel, with the assistance of her daughter,
continued to test my ability to develop satisfactory erections which she then
put to good use.
Bonnie soon was replaced by Wilma, a gray haired fuck buddy of Mabel who
was as thin as a rail and mean as a wild boar with a corn cob up its ass. It was
this evil creature who suggested we adjorn to the bathroom for some water sports
to give me a chance to recover some of my lost potency. Now I presume that most
of the readers understand that these kind of sports do not involve sailing,
swimming, diving or other activities that occur in the proximity of large
amounts of water. The kind I participated in emphasized the employment of water
and its derivatives in many new and most demeaning ways. Frankly speaking if
there was a water sports Olympics I would have walked away with a fistful of
gold medals.
My body became a waterway of sorts, being fed all manner of liquids that
were either swallowed or delivered via the endless enemas that were provided for
my discomfort and their amusement. I soon dreaded the announcement by one of my
tormentors that it was time to take me into the bathroom.
Worse still were the frequent phone calls that were exchanged between
May and my dear wife Rhonda, who was having the time of her life entertaining
the Tolliver twins, Terri and Traci. I will say more on that subject shortly.
Perhaps the lowest point in my weekend at Mabel's was when May called up Rhonda
to ask her to guess what was happening to yours truly based on sound alone.
At the time one of Mabel's lady friends, who seemed to possess a super
sized bladder, was currently emptying its contents into my mouth. To incentivize
me to ingest as much of this golden stream as was humanly possible, May was
stretching my rectum with a large length of rubber molded from the penis of a
major black porn star, Mr. 15 Inches. My dear wife successfully guessed what was
happening after only a single hint, and then proceeded to bust a gut laughing at
my humiliation and discomfort. I was too busy guzzling down the gusher that was
issuing from this old woman's body to be offended. It was either that or drown
in her piss, not the best way to shuffle off this mortal coil.
Another major activity that I endured had to do with efforts to
rearrange my colon by filling it to its limit, and at times I thought beyond,
with all manner of liquid solutions dispensed from a pair of big red enema bags
that seemed always filled to the brim. It appeared that every visitor to the
house that weekend, and there were many, had her own special enema recipe
guaranteed to break down the densest blockage imaginable.
I took them hot, I took them cold. I took ones that burned, and I took
one that even made my insides itch, if such a thing is possible. Some of the
ingredients mentioned by the various practioners of this arcane art included
vinegar, cider vinegar not the white kind, and laundry detergent both liquid and
powder. The powder really could tear up ones insides if mixed improperly. I bled
for a week after that particulat one. There was mineral oil, hot, not cold,
motor oil that made me feel as if I had swallowed a chunk of iron, oil of
wintergreen that stung like fury, turpentine, an old favorite of many country
folk plus carbonated beverages, boiled coffe or tea and those special herbs that
sucked every drop of moisture from the mucous membrane lining my lower
intestines. That one was real fun when it was followed by a hot mineral oil
beauty. That was one of the few times I actually sobbed like a baby and begged
them to put me out of my misery.
It became quite apparent to me that the only way to stay out of the
tiled torture chamber was to produce in the testing bed. A few of the ladies
took pity and supplied me with a few of those little blue pills that produced
rock solid erections that lasted for hours. It turned out that most of the
ladies were not offended if all my stiff cock could deliver was some pale watery
imitation of the real thing, since getting pregnant was not their aim. As one of
the older ladies told me as she dismounted with a smile, " I don't care much
what you deliver as long as it gives me the "trembles". As for me delivering
without any ammunition in the breech gave me the "shakes", an empty feeling
tinged with plenty of frustration. It was sort of like playing air guitar on
your dick.
May didn't avail heself of my limited sevices for the first day and a
half. She did seem to be in the thick of things however. She hoovered my cock by
the hour in hopes of always getting one more erection out of it. She licked my
pecker clean of the mysterious coatings that developed on it after I had been
inside Mabel's asshole for any length of time. Her strong right arm tirelessly
jacked my cock off into the waiting mouths of many of our visitors. I figure I
must have fucked about fifteen hundred pounds of well aged pussy that day and
another thousand pounds of younger stuff. It was all a blur to me.
I knew something was up when Mabel hinted to me that May was going to
provide me with a big surprise th next day after I had a chance to rest up from
my labors. She promised that I'd need ever ounce of whatever was left to
properly measure up to her daughter's testing and high expectations for me. This
was not good at all. Every surprise had been a bad one and somehow I knew this
was going to be the frosting on the cake for me.
Up until this point the worse thing I had to endure was the damned phone
calls I'd get from Rhonda who was happily enjoying the companionship provided by
the Tolliver twins, Terri and Traci. While I was desperately trying to avoid a
fate worse han death, namely the total destruction of my sex organs, my dear
wife was in hog heaven. To make things even better for her, Ms. Marlowe had paid
them a surprise visit and decided to stay around to join in the fun and games.
Here I'd be, on my back with perhaps two hundred pounds of dripping cunt
locked to my face while Mabel was giving me one of her patented gum jobs, and
then the phone would ring. Soon I'd be listening to the sounds of the twins
pleasuring my dear wife while she provided a blow by blow description of the
action taking place.
"Oh baby, you should be here to see what those two are doing to my poor
pussy. Traci has my clit in a lip lock and she's nibbling me half way crazy.
Then that scamp, Terri, is seeing how far she can get her tongue up my cunt. Oh
my god, oh my god, I'm going to, I'm going to cummmmmmmmm!"
"Hi honey bunch, how they treating you? May tells me you are going
steady with her mom's asshole. How come you don't rim me that way? How come I
only get your tongue up my asshole on special occasions? Thank the lord those
naughty twins are around to take care of my asshole and other spots as well. I
think Traci is a natural when it comes to sucking asshole, but Terri has a magic
finger and she just loves to swallow anything she dredges up from my shitter.
These two are so nasty I have to give them a good spanking every hour or so just
to keep them focused on getting me off rather than playing with each other. Not
that it isn't fun to watch whenever I'm too tired to pop off another good one."
"It's me again honey, hope you're hanging in there. Would you believe
that I'm having my armpits licked and sucked by those nasty little sex machines?
They have given me so many nice orgasms that I'm all tired out. So these little
darlings are just enjoying my sweaty pits while they wait for me to rev up for
another round of hot nasty girl on girl sex. Sure am sorry that you're missing
all the fun. These two are just perfect for this old lady. Maybe I can trade you
in to Ms Marlowe in exchange for these two lovelies."
"Guess who? Hear that sound? Care to take a stab at what's going on? OK,
be that way! Ms Marlowe and I are having a little contest to see how many times
we can get these little girls off in an hour using anything we can get our hands
on. She's got her fist half way up Traci's tight little cunt while I've got my
big dildo buried in Terri's ass while I run my trusty pocket rocket up and down
her juicy twat. Damn! She going off again; that's the third time in a row for
her. I'm a cinch to win this contest unless her little heart gives out from
squeezing off so many of these big ones."
All good things must come to an end and so finally, very late in the
evening, it boiled down to me, Mabel and May. The ladies were still feeling a
bit frisky and they were taking out their nervous energy on my sore battered
dick. They started out playing crack the whip with the poor length of well worn
flesh, slapping the head against the palms of their hands. This got boring and
the next thing I knew my sore cock was being banged down against a wooden table
tray. I realized that a steady diet of this was going to ruin any chances I had
for being able to qualify as either one's fuck toy, which had now become a
matter of honor.
Mabel made me an offer I couldn't refuse; do her good one more time and
then I'd have the rest of the night off to recover so I'd be ready for more
abuse in the morning. Now it became a matter of getting hard, no small feat
considering the abuse my limber length had received to date. May worked her
middle finger up my asshole and moved it so that it contacted my prostate, which
was probably the size of a golf ball by now. Her other hand cupped my balls
which felt as if they had shrunk to the size of beebees. Not to be outdone Mabel
fastened her mouth aroud the head of my dick and proceeded to give me a combined
hum and gum job. Twenty minutes later I had developed a few signs of life, but
not enough for Mabel's tastes.
Despite the objections voiced by May, who was concerned that any
additional amounts of those little blue pills could push me into a coma or
perhaps worse, Mabel slipped not one but two of these potent pills into my mouth
and followed that up with about a yard of her fat tongue. Minutes later I had a
stiff one that looked like a guided missile. Then the fun commenced.
Mabel wasted no time hopping on board for a nice long pony ride. We went
out at a good pace and she kicked me into a higher gear for the race to the
finish line. She enjoyed that romp so much that we went on another longer ride.
This time I humped away like a mad man trying to get that payload launched while
she dug her spurs into my flanks and rode the hell out of me. I gave her a round
the world tour backwards and forwards, but she wanted still more. I was rapidly
running out of steam, even though my guided muscle was still making some
impressive dents inside her cunt. We both took a short break and May took over
to make sure that my dick would be in good working order once her mom wanted
another dash around the racetrack.
This time Mabel wanted my stiff dick up her worn out asshole. This woman
was an anal addict if there ever was one. I started thinking about what it might
be like to have a 50 plus year old woman who loved taking it up the ass at my
beck and call. The idea didn't sound half bad to me at this point. Then Mabel
began corkscrewing my cock deep into her shitter and I helped, pumping my hips
to drive the spike that was my dick deeper and deeper into that hot hole. She
groaned and began to bounce that nearly two hundred pound body up and down,
driving my dick completely into her brown eye.
"Oh damn that feels good! Give me all you got, no mercy, ream out this
old shitter and send me to heaven." Her exhortation pressed all the right
buttons and by some miracle I squirted a stream of watery fluid into her
asshole. My stream was so strong that Mabel could feel it washing the shit from
the walls of her colon. It took what little energy I had left to finish doing
her and then we both collapsed. The next thing I knew it was bright as day; I
was now in the home stretch.
(To be continued)
