Rachel got up from the bed and started to put her clothes back on. But she discovered that her panties were soaking wet and needed to be changed. Then she thought that maybe it would be a good idea to wear a dress, instead of shorts, just in case talking to Marylou made her so horny that she creamed. The cunt juice might run down her thighs and it would be embarrassing, but a dress would conceal the flow. And she wouldn't bother to wear any panties under the dress, either. There was no sense in getting another pair sodden.
She selected a cotton dress that she knew made her look sexy, showing off her curves nicely – and she wondered, vaguely, why she wanted to look sexy for another girl.
When she went out, she left the juicy panties on the floor.
That was where the farmer found them…
Clay Turner was a tall, sun-bronzed man with pale-blue eyes and straw-colored hair – and a great big prick.
That prick was hard as a stone now as he lurked beside the house and watched Rachel's juicy ass sway as she walked past. He'd gotten a hard-on the moment he first set eyes on his sexy young lodger and his cock seemed to have been hard ever since, although he'd jacked off a couple of times.
Jesus! Did he ever want to stuff his big prick up that sweet little gal's cunt! He watched her move into the field and was trying to decide if he should jerk off again or fuck his wife.
He decided to jerk off.
His wife, May, was a good-looking woman with big tits and a great ass and nice long legs, but the trouble was that May had such a big, sloppy cunt that Clay could never work up any friction in the fucking thing. His cock was huge, and it puzzled the slow-thinking farmer that he could dip his giant prick into her cunt without seeming to make any contact at all. It was like sticking his cock out the fucking window.
It hadn't always been that way. When they had first married, May's cunt had been tight and satisfying. Her pussy had only gotten so sloppy recently and Clay couldn't figure it out. He didn't like to mention it to her, either. She might feel insulted.
She could have told him why her cunt had gotten so loose, in fact. But there was no way that she was going to.
Clay was thinking about going into the barn and pumping his spunk into the hay, but then he had a better idea.
He would sneak up to the girl's room and see if he could find a bra or panties or some other intimate undergarment into which he could spill his fuck juice. It would be like fucking her by proxy.
It was just as well for Clay's peace of mind that he decided not to go to the barn, although it would have given him the answer to the puzzle about his wife's expanding cunt.
Clay sneaked up the stairs and went down to Rachel's room, looking around guiltily. The door wasn't locked and he went in – and the first thing he saw right there in the middle of the fucking floor was a pair of sexy bikini panties!
Must be my lucky day, he thought, grinning.
He bent over and picked them up and frowned.
Had she pissed in her panties?
Her panties were soaking wet. But it didn't feel like piss. The stuff was thicker and creamier and – holy shit!
Holding them up to his face, Clay sniffed.
It was fucking cunt juice! That sexy little piece of ass must have creamed in her fucking panties!
The tall, lean farmer staggered with emotion as that realization came to him. He shoved his nose and mouth into the soaking crotchband, sniffing and licking. Lordy! Her fuck juice was sweet! Clay's prick was threatening to burst right out through his overalls and his balls had swelled so much he was bowlegged.
Clay was not an imaginative fellow, but under such stimulation his mind was inspired. He imagined Rachel coming. Had she given herself a hand-job with her panties on, or had she just creamed without touching her pussy? He liked to think she'd been finger-fucking herself, her fingers slipped inside those soaking panties.
He wondered what had made the girl horny.
He hoped she had been thinking about him while she played with her creamy cunt and got her rocks off. He didn't suppose so, but it was a fucking good thought. He lapped hungrily at the residue of her lust, wishing heartily that he was lapping the stuff out of her pussy instead of her panties.
Was she a virgin? Was she a hot little virgin that had to take care of her cunt by herself? Or was she a fucking slut? Did she get fucked a lot? Did she suck cocks, maybe, or get gang-banged by dozens of young studs?
Was her pussy tight?
That, under the circumstances, was meaningful to Clay. He thought about the teenager's tight pussy as he opened his fly and hauled out his cock and balls. His prick was massive, long and thick, the underside gnarled by dark veins and the knob flaring out in a great triangle of purple cock meat.
It was a cock that almost any man would envy – man, of course, being the operative word. His cock wasn't as big as, say, a horse's cock.
Standing in the center of Rachel's room, with her soaking panties clamped over his face, Clay wrapped a big hand around the root of his fuck stick and began to pump the big cock rod up and down. The thick cock shaft throbbed mightily in his grip and his balls swelled with his cum-load. He was pretending that his fist was Rachel's cunt – her tight, tight cunt.
"Take it, you little tramp!" he rasped. "Oh, you sweet little virgin!"
He was switching his fantasies back and forth between that of a wanton and that of an innocent – but in both instances he imagined her cunt to be tight as a mouse's ear.
The crotchband of her panties was soaking with his slobber as well as her cunt juice by this time. He wanted to come into her panties. He gave them a last lick, then brought them down and held them around the head of his prick as he pounded merrily away on his cock.
Oh! Suppose she puts them back on – with my fuck juice all over the damned things! Clay staggered at the thought. Her pussy will heat the congealed cum up again and maybe some of my jizz will run right up her sweet little fuck hole!
His fist flew up and down in a blur. As it rammed down, his fat prick knob ballooned. The thick veins pounded up his cock stalk. His purple cock-head was gleaming, and he was so fucking hot that his prick was burning his hand. A dribble of pre-cum seeped from his piss hole and smeared into her panties, streaking her cunt juice. Another spurt sprayed out and splashed on the floor.
Then his balls blew and the frenzied man was pouring hot, thick jism into Rachel's panties. Load after load of the creamy fuck juice squirted from his cock-head as his hand pumped up and down and his haunches heaved, fucking his cock through his fist.
He shot so much jism out that he felt light-headed, as if he'd poured blood and brains as well as spunk out of his big prick.
By the time he finished, Rachel's panties were drenched.
His cock softened from a bar into a long, arching bow and a last drop of spunk fell from the cock tip. But Clay knew damned well that his prick would soon be hard again – as soon as he saw that sexy little lodger, or even thought about her bouncy young body and tight, juicy pussy. Then he would have to jerk off again.
Damn! Why was his wife's pussy so fucking big? Come to think of it, where was May? He hadn't seen her all morning.
Clay put the girl's soaking panties back on the floor, hoping fervently that she would wear them again before she washed them – that his fuck juice would get into her cunt second-hand, as it were. He went downstairs. May was nowhere to be found, which puzzled the farmer. He filled his corncob pipe, wondering where she was, and why her cunt was so enlarged…
Both of those questions could be answered with the same explanation. May was in the barn – getting fucked by the horse.
The lusty woman had always loved big cocks, the bigger the better. As a teenaged country girl, she had been fucked by nearly every local boy and she was something of an expert when it came to judging pricks. Early on, she had discovered that the bigger the cock, the better the fucking, as far as she was concerned.
She had never cared much about a man's fucking technique, nor about preliminary love-play. What she wanted was to have a huge prick fucked up her hairy cunt. The local boys had cocks of varying dimensions, but none big enough to suit her. Once, out of frustration, she had arranged to get gang-banged by six sturdy farm workers, hoping that maybe quantity would make up for quality. Although she had enjoyed having that meat train run up her tunnel of love, it had not been a proper substitute for the gigantic prick she longed for.
Then Clay had come along.
Clay had been rather shy and had no idea that May was the local punchboard. But as soon as the woman saw the way the front of his trousers bulged out, she lured him into the hayloft. His cock had fulfilled the promise of that bulge. It was far and away the biggest cock that May had ever been fucked by. After he had fucked her, Clay asked her to marry him. He was not a worldly man and fully believed that, with his wit and charm, he had seduced a young maiden and was therefore obligated to make an honest woman out of her. His attitude had amused her. But she had seriously considered his proposal. For one thing, it was unlikely that anyone else would ask her to marry, since they all knew she was a tramp – and most of them had already fucked her, anyhow, and could always do so again without the bother of marrying her.
But the main consideration was Clay's huge cock. May didn't think she would ever be lucky enough to find a bigger cock. So it was that she had agreed to marry the unsuspecting farmer. She gave him a blow-job and he gave her an engagement ring and, in the course of time, they became man and wife.
It hadn't been a bad marriage.
For starters, May had been quite a faithful wife, not on principle but simply because she knew her husband had the biggest prick around and figured it would be a waste of time to cheat on him.
His cock almost satisfied her.
But not quite.
She still daydreamed about the perfect prick, one that would reach the spots that lesser cocks could not satisfy. Big as Clay's fucker was, the woman always felt as if the deepest part of her cunt hole wasn't being used, some mysterious and sensitive area up in the unexplored regions of her loins that had never been full of cock meat.
It left her frustrated, yet resigned.
Then came the day when a neighboring farmer brought his mare over to be serviced by Clay's big roan stallion. May had gone out to watch, quite innocently – and when she saw the size of the stallion's hard cock she almost fainted! She had to take smelling salts and tell Clay that she was ill. For weeks the woman had thought of nothing else. All her waking thoughts and most of her dreams were centered on that mighty horse-prick.
And in the end the horny woman knew she would have to try fucking a horse, wicked as it was. So she did. And to her joy she found out that she had been right all along – that massive horse-prick had fucked into those mysterious depths that had for so long been unsatisfied. May had been getting fucked by the stallion ever since.
And that was where May was now – fucking the horse.