Livin' In the Country
Chapter 12
It seems that while I was out cold, my totally depleted body feeling
like a piece of dried fruit, the ladies had done more than just get some rest.
It became apparent when May gave me a big, wet good-morning kiss that tasted
like her momma's butthole. I have observed that given a chance, most country
women just love to cuddle with other country women, whether or not they're
related. Being related does help since that usually means one doesn't have to
walk far to encounter the type of soft, warm, wet thing that makes life in the
country even more tolerable for members of the distaff side.
Mabel came bounding in, looking for more than just a good-morning kiss.
I groaned inwardly and began to doubt if I'd ever get a chance to do something
with her daughter, who still was wearing that stupid skirt, or whatever it was.
I began to wonder if perhaps the red flag was up, but that never seemed to
inhibit any of my other partners, who seemed even more demanding when they were
in that very significant portion of the lunar cycle.
Readying me for another ride in the park was no problem for these two
large ladies. Momma settled her pussy down on my face so I could lick the drops
of pee that stuck to her cunt from her first piss of the day. Meanwhile her
daughter fed my cock into momma's mouth, so she could gum me into a state of
readiness. Those two really worked well together, the combined suction and
stroking was perfectly in sync, evidence that these two had done plenty of
practicing on other lucky lads as well.
Mabel rode me hard and I did my best to buck her big body off of my
wilted form, but she stuck to me like glue. I gobbled away on her big fun bags
as a diversion while our loins meshed into one big throbbing mass of fucking
flesh. She let out a whoop when I went off, spraying the walls of her cunt with
a nice coating of hot cum. While I rested I was treated to the sight of May
tonguing out her momma's well fucked twat, scooping up all those little wigglers
and swallowing them down like they were cream. It looked like another long day
ahead for this old cowboy.
"Girl, you get that sad sack of a man hard again so he can cornhole me
good and proper.I really am in the mood for a big, hard dick tearing me up so I
can finally take a good dump. I ain't had a good one in about a week now. He'll
just have to do, even though that pecker of his is a little on the thin side for
me. It's the least this sorry excuse for a swordsman can do for this old lady."
May gave me a shit-eating grin, she was real good at grinning, and got down to
business trying to revive me for the next round. I was about to learn that my
equipment had another capability that I never thought about; it could double as
a kind of laxative. Imagine that! Who would have guessed?
May did her thing and soon I was ready to impale Mabel. For this
operation I had her on all fours, head down and ass tilted upwards a smidgen. It
took but a moment to wedge my "sword" past the ring of muscle guarding her back
passageway. I took a deep breath, wiggled my hips for good luck and slammed
every inch of my guided muscle into her backdoor. She yelped as that beefy body
of hers tried to accommodate my hard length. I shifted my hips from side to side
to get her nice and loose and then commenced giving her my best imitation of a
roto-tiller. I hammered that hole with everythng I had, using the little
humiliations that I had suffered during this weekend to add fuel to the fire
that was burning in my loins. I was determined that by the time I got done
packing whatever she had back there, her bowels would be locked up tight for a
week.
May was taking this all in with a look on her face that told me she was
wondering if perhaps she had misjudged my abilities. I had every intention of
giving her a good demonstration of what she would be missing in the future,
before I left the premises. For now I concentrated on reaming and ruining her
momma's hind quarters. Every time I pulled back I gave her fat ass a good slap.
That made her clench her cheeks, which was just fine with me, because she was
getting kind of loose back there. Then while she was reacting to my slap I'd
plow her asshole as deep as I could go, then give a little back and forth motion
to stretch her a bit more. Then it would be back to square one for still another
go at that well-used tunnel.
After a time Mabel's ass was a uniform shade of bright red and she was
wincing with each slap. I took a break, locking myself deep inside her and
milking her hanging titties like they were a set of udders. Her nipples got long
and hard after a minute or so of attention. She turned her head and told me to
get busy and fuck her good because she was getting awful close to having one of
those trembling things. Always the gentleman, I resumed pounding that asshole of
hers for all I was worth, whacking her big ass so hard that it sounded like the
crack of a whip. Then she stiffened for a brief spell, and started to let out
this long, loud groan that got louder as I continued to excavate her insides,
rapidly approaching that moment when I would deliver my payload deep within that
fucked out tube of spasming flesh. We got off about as close together as two
people involved in this type of activity could. In the words of my teenager, "It
was epic!"
We lay side by side trying to recover from what had been an awesome
collision of the sexes; I guess you could have called it a draw since neither
one of us could move a muscle for about ten minutes. Then Mabel rolled over and
fed me some tit to see if I was interested in continuing this fuck to a finish.
I have to admit that a woman has a lot more weapons at her disposal than
we do, which gives her a tremendous edge in this eternal battle of the sexes. I
never knew of any woman who got excited if I pushed my nipple into her mouth.
Most women don't bat much of an eyelash at the sight of our manly figures. Even
our best features don't impress them as much on display as when we are actually
using them to our best advantage.
When you look at the creatures of the field it's a totally different
story. Most of the male members are really tricked out, and the opposite sex is
kind of dull and drab. Not so with our species. I don't care if she's tall,
short, skinny, or fat, that pussy will always get my attention. On top of that
unless she's flat as a board and her nipples are buried in her chest, she still
can attract a man's attention. It just doesn't seem fair at all. Here is a woman
old enough to be my mother, overweight by fifty pounds at least, with tits that
are hanging down to her pot belly, and I'm getting a hard-on just because she
just stuck one of those saggy bags of flab into my mouth; strange world we live
in, isn't it?
The next thing I know Mabel has got herself up on her knees and starts
crawling towards me with a determined look on her face. Those big tits of hers
are swaying back and forth as she approaches; it's almost as if they are
hypnotizing me. I have no will, I just lay there waiting for whatever she wants
to do to my poor worn out body. Then she is upon me and that dripping maw of a
cunt is being dropped down on my face. The sight of that wrinkled clam blocking
out the light of day as it descends on my face is awesome. I open wide and stick
out my tongue to welcome her home. Then I am squashed flat as all of her sweaty,
nearly two hundred pound body locks onto me. The smell, taste and texture of a
dripping cunt is not something that can be easily described. It is something
that is experienced for what it is, a primordial return to the womb is perhaps
the best way of putting it.
The instinct for self-preservation is also a powerful force and so I
commenced a counter attack that featured plenty of sucking, licking, kissing and
even a nip or two to get her attention. She responded by making minor
adjustments in that mass of pebbled flesh so I managed now and then to get some
air. It was just enough to keep me from going under, but insufficient for me to
escape her powerful grip.
"I think a real gentleman would suck out all that cum he just pumped
into my asshole; wouldn't you agree?" she said, working her body around to the
point that her oozing butt hole was poised over my mouth. Knowing when to strike
the flag, I began applying myself diligently to the task at hand. It was sort of
like using a straw to suck up some clam chowder, but I persisted, and after many
long minutes spent developing a good vacuum between my mouth and her anal
passageway, all sorts of moist and slimy things began accumulating in my mouth.
I refused to consider what they might be, but applied myself to ingesting them
as quickly as was possible under the circumstances. I was soon rewarded with
more air and a glimpse of the outside world.
All good things must come to an end, and so it was for my relationship
with Mabel's butt hole. She stretched and gave me a big grin. "I do believe you
have passed muster. That pecker of yours is a bit on the thin side, but I must
admit that you can deliver what this old woman needs. You do seem to have some
idea about what you're doing with that tongue, and I really did enjoy that butt
sucking you just delivered. That's something that very few men have ever pulled
off. You are hired. I'll work out the details concerning the whens, wheres and
whats with your dear wife. Now I'm going to sit back and enjoy what's about to
occur between you and my naughty daughter."
I glanced over at May and saw that malicious grin starting to break
across her face. I knew that there was trouble ahead. She started to fumble with
that wraparound thing she'd been wearing the whole weekend. I was curious about
what it concealed. As she unknotted it, she told me a little story about how
Rhonda had bragged to her about the major league tongue bath I'd given her. That
sure surprised me since she seemed to have been spending most of the time being
critical of my efforts. So May had decided to go Rhonda one better in the full
body tongue bath department; she'd make her body a real challenge for me to do
the proper way. One thing a lot of men forget about a tongue bath, it's a bath!
It's supposed to leave the woman's skin nice and moist and definitely clean.
Naturally the more extraneous material one has to remove during this operation,
the more challenging it becomes.
When May finally unveiled herself, I knew I was in for one long and
daunting afternoon. I just gawked at what I was looking at. May had on a pair of
panties made out of some kind of plastic that I could see through. Stuffed
underneath looked to be a big diaper. This was the biggest baby I'd ever laid
eyes on in my life. Then Mabel told me that her daughter had scrupulously
avoided any contact with soap and water for the past four days. That explained
the mysterious odor I picked up on some occasions. Worse still May had been
wearing those plastic panties for two days straight without ever taking them
off. That diaper was floating in a sea of piss, having long since absorbed all
that it was designed for.
May yanked the plastic panties down and they fell to the floor along
with a goodly amount of the piss they had contained. The aroma of stale pee
mingling with unwashed flesh filled the room and even Mabel had to pull the
sweat soaked sheets of the bed up to cover her nose and mouth. The soaked diaper
clung to May's body and released a steady stream of piss that wrapped around her
thighs and legs as it made the journey to the floor. I was dumb struck at this
sight.
As she peeled the sodden diaper from her pussy May acted as if she was
doing a strip tease. Unfortunately the stench coming from her was enough to gag
a maggot. I put my hand to my face to try to block out some of this stomach
turning odor. I was wondering how May was able to stand there at ground zero and
not be doubled up trying to puke her guts out. They do make them out of stern
stuff out here in the country. By this time Mabel was putting down some burlap
bags over the bedsheets to protect them from the mess that was glued to her
daughter's body. May settled down on the rough fabric and put her arms out
towards me. "OK lover, commence cleaning. I want you to get every bit of dirt
and stuff off my feet and make sure you lick the soles nice and clean, only the
lord knows what they've stepped in during the last four days."
Her feet stunk to high heaven, but it was a different kind of stink, and
it masked out the horrible stench that was coming from the region of her pussy.
I applied myself to the task at hand, or was it foot in this case. It took some
doing to get rid of all this strange stuff adhering to the soles of her feet,
but most of it had no flavor to speak of, a great blessing. The same could not
be said for the region between her plump piggies, which was what country girls
called their toes. As I sucked each and every one of her lower digits she teased
me by poking them unexpectedly into my mouth or up my nose while I worked. "
Momma is he getting hard yet? Most of the boys that do my toes get real hard
when they do that, is he?" Mabel laughed and replied that I was probably too
fucked out from doing her so much to get hard unless my tongue was up May's
asshole. She giggled and said, "That'll happen sooner or later today or
tonight." I groaned inwardly, realizing this might be one for the record books.
I wondered if my tongue would be able to hold up under the strain of covering so
much territory in such a relatively short time.
Some hours later I was lapping up the filth and dried piss from the
backs of May's legs, covering the area from just blow her ass cheeks to the
hollow in her knee. I had managed to get her off once already by paying special
attention to that hot button zone of her big body. Mabel had long since
disappeared to take care of some chores. Just as I was tickling that tender area
right under her fat ass cheeks there came a commotion, and I heard the sounds of
Mabel and another female talking away as they approached where I was doing May.
I didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse that another old friend of Mabel
had dropped in to take a turn on Mabel's new stud or whatever I was to be.
This one was not your standard issue country female type. First of all
she was skinny as a rail, thin to the point of being painful. Second she looked
to be about seventy years old, give or take ten years. Her face was a sea of
wrinkles and she had some kind of a shaking problem, her hands never seemed to
be still and her head kept bobbing around as if she was ducking some phantom
punches.
Mabel introduced her as her old school teacher who had taught her more
than just the three Rs. It seems this shaky old lady had been a handful in her
younger days and she was an equal opportuniy kind of fucker. She had never met a
cock or cunt that she didn't like. She was responsible for breaking in a
significant fraction of the male population of the surounding area in her
capacity as the only school teacher in the region. Her after hours classes in
such disciplines as "The Care and Feeding of the Pussy", a course open to males
and females as well, and "A Lady's Guide to the Male Equipment", open only to
members of the distaff side, are still considered to be classics.
It seems that this old bag of bones had a protogee by the name of Mimi
Marlowe, a legend in her own right and the woman currently holding control over
the Tolliver twins, my targets of opportunity for the next three weekends if I
survived today. That knowlege suddenly made this elderly lady a person who I
dearly wanted to make happy, no matter what it entailed.
When the old woman, her name was Sadie, started to undress it became
apparent that I had my work cut out for me. She was so frail that most of my
best positions for putting the wood to her were eliminated. She unhooked her bra
and these two shrunken sausages that once were probably a great set of tits came
into view. Her panties hung off her jutting hip bones, and her belly was so
caved in that it looked as if she was deliberately sucking in her gut, except
there was no gut, just a layer of wrinkled skin. She hooked her fingers into the
waistband of those white cotton drawers and they dropped to the floor. There was
a sparse patch of white hair guarding a cunt that featured the longest, most
wrinkled set of lips I'd ever seen. What was amazing was the fact that the mouth
of her cunt was sort of open and had a reddish color. I wondered how much time
she spent playing with that twat to make it that swollen. This was going to be a
very tricky proposition.
Mabel and her daughter did the honors, and in no time I was hard as
steel. Sadie totally ignored the stink surrounding the bed and climbed on board.
She knew what she was doing, so I just laid there and let her put her cunt where
it felt the best. Sadie was loose, very, very loose. I guessed she must be using
a pretty big dildo or vibrator to make her box that slack. I shifted my hips and
tried to develop a little friction; she made some moves as well. Soon I was
pumping her very carefully, noticing how dry her cunt was. She made some little
noises and then stuck her tongue into my mouth so I could suck on it as we
fucked slowly. It was like doing a soap bubble, that's how frail she felt. We
broke for air and she asked me to suck on her tits, which I did.
Things began to get a bit strange once I put my mouth to those shriveled
bags of loose flesh. Suddenly she began to pick up the pace, moving that skinny
body with more enthusiasm. Then I heard her start to give me some pretty
specific orders, just like I was the student and she was once more the teacher.
"Bite those titties, make them bleed!....Harder damn it, harder!.....Come on
fuck me, what's your problem?.....Fuck me you miserable excuse for a stud! I
want to feel that cock punching my guts out!"
She got to me and I forgot all about the fact that I was fucking a frail
old bag of bones who looked like she'd blow away in a high wind. I started
putting the wood to her and she started fucking me back. We quickly built up a
good head of steam and that bed began to creak as we took it into overdrive. I
rolled her over so I was on top and now I really began punching her insides out
and she loved it. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped for air, but her hips
kept on pumping as she stared at the ceiling and concentrated on getting herself
off.
She suddenly let out a loud scream and I felt her cunt clamp itself
around my pistoning cock as she went off like a bomb, shivering and shaking
through a huge orgasm. I was simply amazed at what I was seeing and feeling;
this woman was almost lifting me off her body as she went completely crazy,
biting me on the shoulder and nipping my lip as well. I exploded and flooded her
insides with what felt like a gallon of hot cum. This was some of the most
intense sex I'd had in many a moon. Then she seemed to fade and turn into the
rather weak old woman that had mounted me a few long minutes ago. Sadie was
something else, and this was the first of many extraordinary sessions I was to
have with this sexual marvel.
Sadie wasted no time getting up and dressed. I resumed licking the
strange mixture of mystery materials that had accumulated on the inside of May's
thighs. Just before Sadie departed she pinched me on the ass and said, "This one
will do just fine once I have a chance to give him a few lessons. Mabel honey,
you did pretty good this time." Her comments made my day and I think helped me
get through the next four hours.
Rather than provide a blow by blow or perhaps a lick by lick description
of what transpired over the next four hours, I'll just give some highlights.
Easily the worst moments involved excavating the region between her cheeks. What
collected there was indescribable, but there was plenty of it. It required me to
first loosen the stuff with plenty of spit and then apply suction to break it
into manageable chunks. I never in my life had so many bad tastes in my mouth at
once. Every bit of this solidified mung, for want of a better word, was a
challenge to my stomach and nostrils. I am amazed at what a person can get used
to if left to deal with it for enough time. May did not help matters; releasing
a barrage of farts that nearly made me pass out while I was working in that
trench. Methane in close quarters can be a serious problem, and one couldn't get
much closer than having their nose jammed up against a big old chocolate
starfish.
A close second in the not for public consumption derby involved the hour
and a half I spent working to clean up a seemingly endless number of layers of
dried sweat, cunt drippings and urine salts that had solidified within and
around the surrounding area of her perpetually juicing cunt. To make matters
worse the minx had stopped keeping her pubic area smooth shaven; for the past
week she had let her pubes grow. Now that doesn't sound like much, but try
licking skin that has a stubble of stiff pubic hair. It was like having a
thousand little needles poking into my skin and tongue as I lapped and slobbered
to dissolve this gunk to the point that I could suction it up and swallow it
down. It was not a pleasant thing to do and it left a taste in my mouth that
took days to finally leave. My dear wife, Rhonda, even refused to kiss me or let
me go down on her for fear of contracting some dread disease. So when it came to
pussy the feast turned into a famine overnight.
The show horse in this top three things I'll never do again, had to do
with her armpits, which were a swamp of mysterious liquid compounds that had
formed and then grown into mini-oceans that burned the sensitive tissue of my
tongue as it plowed through the hidden reefs of week old stubble, in much the
same state of sharpness as that guarding her pubic mound. It was almost the
straw that broke this camel's back, but I persisted until she announcdd herself
satisfied with my performance. She then rewarded me by allowing access to her
cunt the old fashion way, via my hard cock. Despite my exhaustion and the fact
that her momma and friends had worn me to a frazzle, I was able to acquit myself
in a manner that was deemed acceptable by my partner in slime.
(To be continued)
