Chapter 5
Sheila slipped out of bed and stretched her voluptuous, naked body languidly, then looked down at her jutting tits and chuckled.
"Can't miss seeing you big things, can I? You get in the way of everything I do." She ran her hand over her mound and sighed. "Sure wish I had someone to give me a good orgasm to start the day. Maybe I should take Kathleen's advice and get to know Jody better. She seems to know something I don't. Oh, well, no use wishing for something I don't have. Time to gather the eggs and get breakfast started."
She slipped on a short cotton robe that barely covered her ample ass and belted it loosely. She found the ratty leather slippers she wore outside and headed for the barn.
The splendid, clear, dawn promised a wonderful day. She took the egg basket from the hook by the back door and paused to admire the spectacular sunrise. The winter sun seemed to amble slowly over the horizon and take an hour or more to bring feeble light and barely any warmth. On summer mornings, by contrast, the sun vaulted into the sky, going from below the horizon to well up in the sky in minutes.
"God's country," she murmured. "I wouldn't live anywhere else if they paid me. If I had a man to keep my pussy happy, I would think I was in paradise."
As she went into the barn, the horses moved to the front of their stalls and craned their necks toward her. She patted the nearest animal on the neck and said, "Danny's late again, isn't he? Don't know what I'm going to do with that boy. He seems to have nothing but girls on his mind. Can't say I blame him. I used to think love makes the world go round. Now, I think sex does, and my world hasn't moved an inch in years!"
She felt foolish talking to animals as if they were human in front of other people. Thinking she was alone, she felt safe.
"Let's see what you nice hens have for me this morning," she said. She put the basket on the ground, leaned over and ran her hand into the first nest. Her tits fell out of her robe. She glanced down and cursed under her breath. "Well, fall out and see if I care," she muttered. "Damned things are too damn fat anyway."
The size of her tits had always been a bit of an embarrassment to her. She had to cram them into a 38D bra and she thought her nipples were too big. Kenneth always delighted in playing with her tits and sucking what he called her faucets. The cool air made her nipples pucker and stand up. Thinking of Kenneth and their wonderful, uninhibited sex life made her pussy wet and her knees weak. She hadn't taken a ride on a cock in such a long time. Such a long, long time!
She snatched her thoughts back to the present and continued to gather the eggs. Without bothering to put her tits back in her loose robe, she moved from nest to nest, bent over from the waist, cooing and clucking to the hens as she stole their eggs.
Danny climbed into the loft at the far end of the barn and started pitching hay to the horses.
Tony Corso entered the same door a minute later and peered into the barn wondering if someone would put on a sex show for him today. His eyes adjusted and he saw Sheila. Her big tits hanging out of her robe and the voluptuous contour of her magnificent bare ass brought a smile to his face.
He sneaked down the length of the barn, stopped a few feet behind her, and gawked at her hairy gash staring back at him from between her shapely thighs. He snatched his zipper down, fished his cock out of his pants, and began to stroke it slowly.
He genuinely loved to fuck, and had the equipment for it. Even semi-soft, his tool exceeded the average cock in length and girth. Fully erect, it looked like a small club.
He continued to stroke his shaft in his right hand as he walked silently up behind Sheila. His cock rose swiftly and began to throb in his hand. He could tell she was unaware of his presence. He put his left hand on her back, slithered the head of his cock through her slit, then stuck the bloated knob in her hole. To his surprise, her channel was already oily. He slipped right into her love box and went to the hilt with one quick flip of the hips. He wondered if she had been expecting him and prepared herself in advance.
The precipitous, unexpected assault on her pussy startled Sheila. Tony's cock entered her and hit bottom before she could take a deep breath.
"What the.. .oh, my God, what.. . . ? " she sputtered. Impaled on cock, she couldn't turn around. A firm hand on her back kept her from straightening up. She twisted her head around and stared at the man, her eyes as big as saucers. Consciously, she wanted to oppose the action. Subconsciously, she welcomed his cock with open arms. Or, in this case, pussy. "Tony?
Are you. . . ? " He hunched into her and her mind reeled. Her passion surged suddenly, overwhelming her. Her body took control and she thrust her ass back at him. "Go ahead, damn you, fuck me!" she growled.
He grasped her lush hips with both hands and began to fuck her smoothly, using the full length of his long prong, teasing her G spot and banging into the mouth of her womb. She began to fuck back at him, matching his rhythm, greedily taking everything he could give her.
"God, lady, you have a magnificent cunt! That's right, baby, fuck with me. Your cunt feels tremendous."
"You sneaky son of a bitch," she moaned. "Your cock feels fantastic."
Her body took full control of her. She could feel his huge tool deep in her belly, thrusting up far. Fucking is sort of like riding a horseonce you learn, you never forget how. Instinctively, you settle into the saddle and pick up the animal's rhythm, no matter how long it has been since your last ride. Her cunt muscles began to flex spontaneously, contracting, squeezing, pulling on his shaft. The touch of his hands burned her flesh.
She reached forward and grabbed the low wall of a stall to steady herself. Passion took over. She couldn't help herself. An occasional finger fell far short of the sublime sensation of a powerful prick plundering her pussy. She wanted as much cock as he could give, and she wanted it now!
Tony gradually increased the tempo of his prick plunging into her. The slurping sounds of his piston moving back and forth in her sopping cunt were like fine music to his ears. He held onto her hips and leaned back at the waist so he could watch his shaft as it went in and out of her heavenly hole.
"Oh, yes, baby, do it!" she moaned. "I love your cock, you bastard! Shove it to me! Give me all of the big thing! I need it so badly! Oh, God, Tony, it's been so long. And your beautiful cock is so very long! Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me good!"
Sheila's voice rose with each word, until she was almost yelling. Tony huffed and puffed as he slammed his cock into her. The horses stamped and snorted nervously.
Danny went to the edge of the hay loft and peered down into the barn. The lascivious sight of Tony fucking his mother hit him like a kick in the head. Watching his mother's tits swing and bounce with the force of Tony's fucking, and the sight of Tony's huge cock pounding into her cunt, made his own prick harden. The pungent scent of hot pussy drifted up to him.
He tried rubbing his throbbing cock through his jeans as he watched. Then, impatiently, he unbuttoned his pants and yanked out his wet-tipped tool. His spit on his palm, grasped his prick in his fist, and began to stroke it rapidly without taking his eyes off the lewd scene below. His mother's erotic cries assaulted his ears.
"Fuck me good, Tony! I've got to cum. I'm almost there! I'm ready! God, I'm ready! Give it to me good, Tony! I want to cum! God, how I want to cum. You got what you want, you sneaky bastard. Now fuck me!"
Tony observed one basic rule in his love life: always give the lady what she asks for. He complied with Sheila's urgent appeal to the best of his ability. Which was considerable. He began to slam his cock into her as hard as he could. His belly slapped into her upturned buttocks. His balls swung forward and bounced off her hair-lined cunt lips with each thrust. He fucked faster and faster, harder and harder with each thrust, rocking her body with each powerful plunge.
Sheila clung to the wall so hard her knuckles turned white. She and the wall shook and rattled so hard Danny wondered if she would tear the wall down. Suddenly, she began to scream so loud the frightened horses tried to break out of their stalls.
"Oooooo! Ohhhhh! Aaahhh! I'm cumming, Tony, I'm cumming!" Her body began to shake harder. "God, I'm cumming! Don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me!"
Tony could feel the inner walls of her cunt grabbing his cock, stroking it, pulling it in deeper, milking his cum right out of him. His knees were getting wobbly and his breath was coming in short gasps. With one final lunge, he buried his throbbing prick into her as deep as it would go and released his own boiling love juice.
The horses stamped and snorted. Tony grunted and panted. Danny whimpered and groaned and continued to whip his cock frantically. Sheila's frenetic cries drowned them all out.
"Fill me, you bastard! Fill me to the brim! I want your cum, damn you! All of it! Fill me with it. Fuck me, fuck me!"
The fury of Tony's orgasm froze him into immobility. He hung onto Sheila's hips and let his erupting prick pump into her spastic cunt. Sheila tore the top board off the wall and fell forward. His pumping tool pulled out with a plop. The last few drops of his cum shot into the crack of Sheila's ass. Danny's cum spurted over the edge of the hay loft and landed in front of his mother's head. Tony sank to his knees. Danny stumbled back into the hay and sat down.
Tony left the barn as quietly as he had come, leaving Sheila lying in the hay in a sexual stupor. She roused herself and crawled around on her hands and knees, gathering the rest of the eggs. When she left the barn, the animals were quiet and hay was flying over the edge of the loft into their stalls. She knew only that she had just been thoroughly fucked for the first time in years.
She went back to the house in a daze, flushed from the fucking, her mind burning with the knowledge that she had let a total stranger take such liberties with her.
God, her pussy felt terrific!