"The Farm Boy and the City Couple, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Bi Rural
Billy woke up just before 6:30 AM. He wasn't happy about getting up so early, but he had to do it for the milking. Being an uncomplicated boy, he spent no time in thinking about the previous encounters with Cindy and Jack, but in the back of his brain, little electric charges kept going to his plump, sensitive plowboy prick.
He almost finished his milking. He was down to the last teat of his favorite cow. She reached around and licked his face in gratitude for getting milked. For some reason, this made his prick get hard real fast and he figured he might as well rub it off so as to work without being bothered with the big thing sticking out his overalls.
He opened the two brass buttons hear his bulge and brought it out into the shaft of sun from the open door. It gleamed and trembled as though it knew it was going to have a good time. Just as he put his calloused hand on the shaft Cindy appeared.
He pulled his hand away and hid his erection. She was dressed in a terry robe and her head was swaddled in a large towel.
"My Miss Cindy, you look lak a movie star."
"And you look like a steak dinner to me. Were you jacking off as I came in?"
He blushed charmingly. "If'n you saw me, I guess I own up. 'Sides, I was thinkin' 'bout you," he added gallantly.
She felt hot all over. This boy was the most sexual human she had ever encountered. His naturalness was such a turn on. No games, just a pure sexual being.
"I have a wonderful idea handsome boy." She knelt down next to his stool and pushed his hand away, revealing his rampant cock. "Suppose you go back to milking, and I'll milk you at the same time."
He laughed out loud. "You sure git wonnerful idees. Sure let's do it."
He resumed his milking and she took hold of his needy prick and began a tender rub off. Soon they got in perfect sync. He found his eyes getting crossed from the intensity of it and soon he was breathing like a bellows.
He had a strong hankering for her to put her pretty mouth on his cock, but he felt it would not be polite to suggest it. He didn't have to. Cindy's mouth was watering to get a taste of his sausage. She opened her lips and dove down into his lap.
Poor Billy was groaning with overwhelming joy as he felt her cat tongue begin to lick him and taste his farm honey. Those pre cum pearls were like catnip to Cindy. She gave in to her whorish self and began a vigorous sucking. A variation was that her tongue kept returning to his cock head and licking the piss slit.
He had never felt such novel technique and he had trouble keeping from spilling over. He held her face in his hands and stroked her cheeks and then put his big finger in her mouth. She sucked that with the same force she was using on his prick.
Suddenly his face screwed up into a horrible mask as his orgasm came crashing down on him. He warned Cindy so that she could get out of the way, but she only sucked harder.
As his body grew rigid he tumbled into a heavy orgasm, he cock spewing like a garden hose, filling her mouth with farm boy sweet cum. She drank it all as if it was a beauty treatment.
When he finished and she pulled her still puckered mouth away, he leaned down and kissed her soundly. "My oh my Miss Cindy, I was drove plum out of my mind."
Again Jack appeared without warning. "Her Billy, you got some for me?"
"'Course Mr. Jack. Lak I tol' you I ain't finished with one cum. My sexual organ needs more than that. What can ol' Billy do fer you?"
Now Jack had spent part of the night tossing and turning, chagrinned that he had become a bottom boi for this hick, but when morning came, his mind was fastened on one thing, to get that rural cock back into his bum again. All other thought were out of his head, his was being ruled by his ass.
"I know 'zackly what you need young boss, you need to git into my room and git on yer back an' lift yer legs in the air. Right?"
As an answer, Jack walked bowlegged to the little room in the back. Cindy watched him with amazement. She said, "Boys, I'm going to take another bath. You two enjoy yourselves."
Jack lay down on the cot and held his legs by the back of the knees offering his needy asshole to the farm boy. He had forgotten that he was a rich city boy, he would trade everything for this fuck.
Seeing Jack in that position immediately got Billy's cock stiff and dripping. He picked up the city boy's legs and tucked them over his thigh bones just as he had done with the lady. Jack was almost weeping with anticipation.
"It's the charitable thing to do," he thought. "I cain't leave the fellow wantin' so bad." So feeling excused, it allowed his brain to move into the animal mode as he took his prick and rubbed the head against Jack's asshole that almost sucked him in.
He moved forward until his cock with deep in the moaning boy, feeling his pubic hair meshing with the fuzzy backside of the city boy. He began a slow fuck, in and out. The slowness began to drive Jack crazy.
"You fucking bastard. Are you trying to drive me nuts? Fuck hard. Try to drive through me."
Urged on like that, Billy abandoned all niceties. He began to fuck as if he was driving a well digger into hard ground. Each thrust brought sobbing cries from Jack who was out of his mind with the effect.
To Billy's surprise, his cock couldn't take all that thrusting and he began to stiffen up in preparation with his cum. Jack felt this, and the idea of the farm boy delivering his spunk in his ass was so exciting that he began to feel his balls buzzing in preparation of cum. One last deafening roar and he began to thrust and buck in his cum, his ass hole almost whirling. Naturally, this was more than Billy could stand and he stopped fighting and allowed his body to take over.
He thrust and spilled over again and again, washing Jack's hot hole with soothing spunk. After six heavy doses, he subsided and fell out of the ass hole and onto his side.
"Oh Mr. Jack, I never had such a 'perience. You are the best partner."
Jack, now coming to himself was again overcome with shame. He knew that he had given up his superior sex role and was a girlie bottom. He slipped on his shorts and headed up to the farm house.
He found Cindy having a smoke on the porch and he fell into a chair beside her.
"You think we should get a farm hand to tend to the milking and keep Billy for fucking?" she asked with a laugh.
He chuckled at the idea. "To think we called him a rube and an innocent boy," He said ruefully.
"Yeah," she mused, "So far he's gotten a blow job from me. I allowed him to eat me, and you got fucked twice. Who are the rubes?"
"What's next?" Jack asked.
"Well he could get you in a sixty nine and fuck my ass...who knows?"
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