Livin' In the Country - Another Prologue
Well folks, for better or worse I have returned to life in the Ozarks. I
have done this more for the sake of my physical well being rather than to tie
up, if you'll pardon the pun, some loose ends to the story I was telling. There
is an old saying about getting what you wish for, and living to regret it. I am
here to tell you that there is much truth to that.
That damned Hungarian refugee finally got to me and one morning I ran
her to earth, sort of. That proved to be a big mistake. The next thing I knew I
was being led by the dick into her bedroom for a rather lengthy getting to know
you session. I had always wondered why she was always having repairs done to her
house, now I know. The only work those fellows were doing was on her hairy body.
I also discovered rather quickly that there also was a reason there were so many
different repairmen working on that house of hers. This woman was rather
demanding and had extremely high expectations. To make matters even more
challenging, one of the more popular buzzwords going around these days, she
seemed to have an aversion to soap and water, not to mention razor blades.
Now I will confess to enjoying the taste and texture of a fine aged
pussy, and can even come up with some good reasons for using my tongue on a well
maintained butthole, but it became very apparent from the get-go that I was the
prime source of, shall we say, her personal hygiene. Like most members of my
particular sex I will do many strange things for the delights associated with
sinking my blood-filled penis into the wet, firm, but yielding cunt of a willing
woman. I have also been known to on occasion, in the throes of passion, to
nuzzle and even suck on the tender underarms of my partner as she busied herself
making sure that my dipstick met her criteria for form, fit and function, as we
say in the engineering business.
There is another old saying having to go do with the fact that a stiff
dick has no conscience. I can truly say that not only does my stiff pecker have
no conscience; it lacks good taste, common sense, and has no fear of the
consequences of its actions. I sometimes think that there may be something to
this evolution idea. How else can you account for so many unattractive people
taking up space in this world of ours? What happened next was a perfect
illustration of the workings of evolution.
Judit, that proved to be her name, became a creation of nature that my
dick had to possess, despite her flaws and failings. How else could I excuse the
fact that I got down between her legs and began to burrow through that jungle of
matted pubic hair to get at this fetid fountain of fuck sauce known in the
vernacular as her cunt? Arriving at my destination I proceeded to excavate a
stubborn layer of unknown material encrusted around the entrance to her love
canal. I hope you will forgive the very bad pun, but I could not resist, having
actually visited the aforementioned location on one of the more bizarre trips I
took for my former employer. I wasn't able to see much then, since at the time,
the damned ditch was under a few feet of dirty snow. Come to think of it, I
didn't see too much of the Hungarian's canal either.
I will not bore you with what followed and then followed again, and then
followed for a third time. The thing that really sticks out in my mind was the
fact that each time I plugged this woman's swampy trench my mind seems to have
turned itself off, as if not willing to be a party to the disgusting things that
were occurring at the juncture of our nether regions. I have always liked the
word "nether", and am delighted to be able to use it here.
Generally when I make a deposit, especially if the going has been a bit
challenging, to use that buzzword once more, I experience this overwhelming
feeling of weakness, which results in a deep sleep. Such was the case with
Judit. Unfortunately while I lay sleeping she was plotting her next move, much
like her namesake, the best damned female chess player in the world, who also
comes from Hungary. This is the only explanation I can offer for the fact that
during our little tryst I made three deposits, and also managed to give her
pubic hair a reasonably good grooming considering its abundance and general
disrepair. You talk about your split ends; this woman had natural spit curls
formed from material whose origin may not have been from this earth. But all's
well that ends. I managed to convince my shy flower of femininity to join me in
the shower. I hoped that her introduction to soap and water would yield someone
more promising than the shaggy creature I had been copulating with for the
better part of the day. Silly me, Judit proved to be almost completely resistant
to the effects of water, which reacted as if her body was coated with some type
of liquid repellent.
Perhaps at some time in the future when the saga of Big Rhonda, one of
my favorite human beings, has been completed to my satisfaction, I may return to
the story of me and my neighbor. We are currently taking a break from each
other. Judit has returned to her country of origin for an extended period,
causing a mini depression for the army of handymen who happily serviced her
needs. I on the other hand am currently employing one or two of her former
playmates to get my house into a condition that will allow me to make a killing
in real estate and depart from this part of the world without leaving any
forwarding address. Now, back to my story.
Chapter 6
With visions of Rhonda pulling a dog train tomorrow I trundled off to
bed; to sleep, perchance to dream of skinny teens with big bellies running a
relay while a team of crusty codgers waited anxiously for their turn to fill
these pregnant teen bowels with drug assisted loads of semen. Some time later my
dreams became even stranger; it started to get hard to breath and the stink of
fish filled my nostrils. I became convinced that I was reliving the experience
of Jonah, occupying the belly of a whale. The stink of fish got stronger still
and now I could feel the slime that lined the monster's innards. It was now
impossible to breath for a heavy weight had settled itself on my chest and face.
It was then that I awoke to find myself being swallowed whole by a dripping,
foul smelling, extremely wet pussy attached to a body to which I was unfamiliar.
As I struggled to defend myself against this marauder, I recognized the
sound of big Rhonda busting a gut with laughter at my plight. Unlike my dear
wife, the mother of many of my children, this intruder had a smooth shaven
coochie. As I used my hands to fend her off, it became apparent that she was not
only naked, but there was plenty of her, a condition that generally appeals to
me.
"Stop fooling around and wake the hell up! Your services are desperately
required by two sexually frustrated women and you're the only man currently
available to solve our problem."
I immediately recognized the dulcet tones of my faithful slut of a wife
and rose up, throwing the heavy weight of unidentified naked flesh, ass over tea
kettle, onto the bed. I was royally pissed for the way these two had interrupted
my very nice dream involving those young pregnant teens. For some unknown reason
it suddenly dawned on me that I had been one of those lucky codgers getting
ready to pump some juice into some caboose. I was now on the verge of kicking
ass and taking names. However before I could swing into action Rhonda spoke out
again.
"May and I wore out her boyfriend playing suck and swap with his cum.
Now we need some dude who can deliver the goods until we've had our fill. It was
May who suggested we wake you up so we can keep playing. I don't know where she
got the idea you were some kind of stud, but at least you are reliable, most of
the time. Now we need someone to start the game going again by filling one of us
up with a nice big load of hot, chewy cum; the kind that don't get too watery
after its been swapped between gums and cunts. So why don't you roll over and
sink that stiff length of cock that aint currently doing anything into May's
cunt so we can commence sucking, swapping and gargling. We'll wake you back up
when we need some more cum, just in case you don't want to bother seeing us go
at things."
I will say one thing for that bitchy wife of mine, she has a mouth on
her that aint just good for sucking. That forked tongue can really do a man some
damage when she puts her mind behind it. Currently I felt myself bleeding in a
number of places from her remarks. I could not imagine any man worth mentioning
rolling over and going to sleep when he had the chance of watching two well
upholstered women moving his seed from cunt to mouth to mouth and back to cunt
again with some cum gargling in between. Based on my knowledge of this popular
game, those are the rules. Once this tricky tranfer of wigglers has been
accomplished, another injection of fresh cum is required to allow the game to
continue. I have had the pleasure of watching such a feat being performed by a
number of ladies who proved to be most adept at this exercise. To have the
opportunity of watching my wife working with another equally talented practioner
of the art would be a treat. The only thing that was necessary for this event to
resume was some coaxing on their part, seeing as the bad dream had taken the
starch out of my pecker.
"Looks like he needs some stiffening. May, you lick his balls while I
see how much of that limp thing I can fit inside my mouth."
Damned if that harridan hadn't winged me again! I closed my eyes and
tried to think good thoughts, settling on watching a prevue of big Rhonda and
about twenty dogs all fighting over who was gonna get what part and for how long
of that heavy duty body. It was about this time that I felt the soothing
sensation associated with a pebbly tongue running gently across my scrotum,
followed by a warm, wet mouth engulfing my family jewels. I made a mental note
to myself to make sure that I cultivated this mystery lady during the events
that would be taking place tomorrow. It would serve Rhonda right if while she
was doing dogdom, and thus unable to provide me with the intimate services to
which I had grown accustomed to, that her new and rather skilled friend would be
substituting for her.
Between Rhonda and May my interest in things sexual was restored. Rhonda
graciously allowed me to have access to her friend's nether regions, commenting
to May, as if I was no longer present, that her boyfriend had dumped his final
load of wigglers into her cunt. Thus in the interests of fairness I should be
the one to begin this new round in May, deep in May as it turned out to be.
Normally under circumstances such as these, I initially prefer to lie quietly on
my back while my partner, whoever she may be, does the hard work of bouncing her
big beefy body up and down on my hard cock.In this way I conserve my strength
for future encounters of the closest kind, and sort of guarantee that unless my
partner turns into a troll or some other unappetizing creature, there will be a
return engagement in very short order.
Evidently for this game my strategy had to be drastically modified. I
remembered seeing the boyfriend in a position that required a considerable
amount of his energies since the objective was to inject his load as deep into
his partner's cunt as was humanly possible. The only way to accomplish this feat
and stay clear of my wife's impressive beer gut was to assume the position he
had been utilizing. This was not to my liking since from our brief encounter it
was obvious that May was easily the match for my fun-loving wife when it came to
the area of beer guts. Doggy was out of the question due to matters associated
with angle of attack and trajectory, both highly technical issues understood
only by rocket scientists, thus not worth discussing at this juncture in my
story.
I mounted up, dug my spurs into her hefty flanks and commenced
rearranging May's innards while my dear wife looked on with this greedy look
plastered across her face. I guess she was already thinking about the next turn
or perhaps she was passing some gas; with Rhonda one never can tell all the
time. I focused on the job at hand, delivering as much energy to my guided
muscle as nature intended, enjoying the feel of my belly bouncing off her gut
and the sound she made every time I touched bottom. This unknown pussy was
turning out to be a real find. Her cunt had a nice way of wrapping itself around
my cock on the down stroke and fighting like fury when I tried to drag free of
her vise-like grip. There was just enough light for me to get a decent look at
her bouncing boobs with their silver dollar sized areolas and nipples as big
across and stiff as quarters. I could not resist the urge to bend forward and
fan my tongue across those hard bumps, then bite down on them in rhythm with my
thrusts into her squishing, clasping cunt. Damn, I was having a hell of a good
time drilling this package of USDA prime fuckmeat! Then May shifted into
overdrive and started matching me push for shove. I began mentally kicking
myself in the butt for not sampling some of those red and blue pills that had
been making the rounds this evening.
The only thing that saved the day was the fact that Rhonda started
snickering when May went into high gear and I had some difficulty keeping
abreast(I use that word deliberately here), with my partner. I buckled down to
the task at hand and went into corkscrew mode which broke her concentration long
enough for me to shift into a higher gear, or was it the afterburners? Either
way it was a brilliant move on my part and carried the day, or was it night? May
started grunting and wheezing as my mindless pounding took its toll of her
insides. I was hitting the mark on every stroke now and pounding her pussy into
mush. It was touch and go for a moment, then she let out a howl and commenced
having an eye-crossing orgasm of epic proportions. That was all the stimulous I
needed to commence firing on all cylinders and burying her in an avalanche of
hot cum that felt like it was on fire as it left my twitching cock. The silence
from my wife was a joy to experience. May was just hanging on for dear life at
this point. She later confessed, while we were reknewing our vows of
non-celibacy and spousal duplicity, that for a brief moment(just about the same
time as she farted), she felt very close to her maker. It was a Trojan moment,
that's for sure.
Even though I felt as if I had just climbed six floors with a grand
piano on my back, my mind was abuzz with reflections and instant replays of what
just had happened in my epic struggle with the masked marvel of maternity. I had
survived a near death experience that would remain with me for at least half a
day or so. It was a time for contemplation, not to mention witnessing one of the
hottest sixty-nines between two women that I had ever seen. May, of course, was
on top, her head buried between the massive columns that passed for Rhonda's
legs. My wife's mouth was glued to May's cunt. It was truly amazing how much
force Rhonda could develop merely by suctioning out all the air that had been
trapped in the folds of her companion's passageway. It probably must have been
my imagination but I could swear there was a time when it appeared that May's
beer gut was disappearing as if some unearthly creature had poked a straw into
that mound of flab and started sucking it up into its maw.
When you think about it, it's a pretty neat trick to suck a load of cum
out of a cunt and not swallow any of it, especially when gravity is going
against you. The next day May explained the fine points of successfully draining
a nice big chewy load of cum from another woman's cunt without drowning in one's
own saliva. It has to do with taking quick, short breaths as you work the cum
forward, and then switching over to the hoovering mode to extract the cum from
its hiding places. That is the tricky point in the process, one false move and
you could be choking down an unexpected load of cum, thus disqualifying yourself
from that round of the contest. At the time she was imparting this knowledge to
me, we were watching while Rhonda simultaneously was sucking one dog's dick
while another jackhammered away inside her cunt that was beginning to take on
the appearance of a baboon's ass. I had to admit at the time that this was a
perfect case of having knowledge for knowledge's sake. However, being a
gentleman at all times, I hung on every word that tripped from her bee stung
lips, imagining them wrapped around my stiff pecker.
May and Rhonda were very good at this activity and usually it took many
exchanges before someone made a false move and paid the price. The price in
question is always determined in advance by an agreement between the parties
involved. It might range from something as simple as the loser eating the winner
to a couple of orgasms, or as serious as having to be the sex slave of the
winner for an extended period of time. In this case the loser might have to
become a "play for pay" type with her fees going to her temporary owner, or
enjoying the attention and consideration one would receive as the fuck pig at an
all day gangbang or bangs, depending upon the seriousness of the wager. Those
were the world champion grudge match type of penalties, and were not part of the
amateur world peopled by women such as May and my wife.
At this point I must confess to a most humiliating situation. Just about
the time I was watching my dear wife gargling my cum which she had successfully
extracted from her companion's innards, I fell victim to a bout of weakness.
This was no doubt caused by my interrupted sleep coupled with the unexpected
expenditure of energy that had been required on my part to restart the contest.
According to Rhonda, who delights in telling this story to all and sundry who
will listen, they were unable to rouse me from my slumber, despite all manner of
manipulations to my flaccid sex organ.
The temptation to describe all the goings-on that took place once I
awoke from my visit to the land of Nod is strong, but I will resist since other
forces are currently plucking at my sleeve and other parts of me as well. I
trust that you will have enjoyed this little romp in the country and will come
back when next I set up shop on this site.
