On the road

“C’mon, Sour Cow,” said Jack impatiently, practically dragging the skinny excuse for cattle behind him on the long road to the village. He got used to calling it that one time he accidentally drank some milk that had been left out of the sun for too long. With its pinched face and rickety legs he found the name rather fitting. The cow, for what it’s worth, hadn’t stopped walking. It was just slow and old, its flat teets blowing in the country breeze beneath it. Jack sighed, knowing it would be a long walk.

Perhaps an hour into the trip, which meant the village was another two hours away, Jack saw the silhouette of a man. He stood under the shade of a tree at the side of the road. As he approached with Sour Cow in tow, Jack saw the man was wearing a long black trench coat and hat. And then he saw that it was actually a woman, and a stunning beauty at that.

“Hello there traveller,” said the woman, smiling brightly at him, her ruby red lips glossy. She was absolutely breathtaking, those eyes of hers so blue they almost appeared violet in the right light.

“Uh… hello,” Jack greeted her, almost wanting to bow to her but it didn’t seem like the right place. She glanced at his skinny cow and smirked.

“Looking for a good time?” she asked. Jack frowned at the question, confused. Then the woman revealed from her trench coat a long, lithe, and most importantly bare leg. She had no shoes on, her feet a little dirty because of it, but her skin was spotless otherwise. The parted slit in the coat let Jack see right up to the tantalising waist. He realised that she must have been completely nude under that coat.

“Oh…” said Jack, once he realised what her offer was about. “Sorry love, I haven’t any coin.” It was an unfortunate situation, he thought, but it couldn’t be helped. He didn’t think he could get enough money from selling the cow in the village for a go with this road side lady of the night (or middle of the day) let alone know she’d still be here by the time he got back. He did take one last look at the woman. She looked like a younger version of his own mother, that same dark hair and similar shaped face. Her nose was perhaps a little higher. He felt a twinge under his clothes and could comfort himself knowing that some choice pussy still awaited him back home. For free.

“How much is the cow worth then,” the woman wondered and at that Jack took another look at his merchandise. He wasn’t sure if he could lie to the woman convincingly enough to make the cow worth her while. Maybe she didn’t know livestock. Judging by the intelligent twinkle in her eye Jack wasn’t confident in his swindle. He also didn’t feel like walking the rest of the way to the village.

“He’s worth as much as I can get,” he said suggestively, crossing his arms as he gave the woman a more obvious look up and down. The woman seemed to like this turn and she grinned, stepped out from the shade of her tree and took a careful walk around the tired cow.

“How about…” she began thoughtfully. “I let you see the goods… and let shoot your nice hot load down my gullet?”

Jack stared at the woman and her generous proposal, her trench coat teasingly parted but still not revealing anything vital. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of something. “And I’ll throw in some magic beans for you too. How about that, sailor?”

Jack raised your eyebrows at the offered handful of completely normal looking beans, then shrugged.

“Sure,” he said taking them and stuffing them into his own pockets.

“Marvelous,” the woman said, and she went back over to the tree and Jack hitched Sour Cow to a low branch.

“So we’ll just do it right here then?” he ventured and the woman smiled sweetly at him, taking off her hat and hanging it onto the same branch the cow was hitched to.

“Right here,” she agreed, then opened up the trench coat, shrugged it off her shoulders. She really was completely naked underneath it, and her body was incredible. She was fit and her skin was smooth, that stomach taut and toned and her ample bosom sat high on her chest. Her bush was well trimmed, a small triangle at her crotch that was like an inviting arrow.

“Wow,” Jack said appreciatively as he undid his pants and just let them fall down around his boot.

“Wow yourself,” the woman retorted, eyeing Jack’s package keenly. Yes he was well hung, as was previously established, and he was also quick to get hard. She dropped to her knees in front of him, not minding the prickly grass, and began to stroke his already stiffening meat. “Damn this thing is thick,” she breathed, much to Jack’s pleasure. She leaned in, then paused before making contact, sniffing his tightening skin. “Did you… did you fuck someone this morning?” she asked, looking up at Jack with even wider eyes now.

“Yeah, my mom,” admitted Jack, and it took a second but the woman chortled at the ‘joke’ and shook her head. Seeing her lick her lips got Jack excited and she felt him flex in her hand as she stroked. She giggled again then finally went in to give his thick rod a kiss. She hummed, licking his shaft and tasting him, Jack groaning from the attention.

“Well your mom’s pussy tastes good,” the woman said before taking his one of his heavy balls into her mouth. Jack kept his smirk to himself, but couldn’t help but think about and compare this woman to his mother. Her technique was different but felt just as good. She was perhaps a bit more enthusiastic too… at least during this initial stage. Jack’s mother could be ravenous if he warmed her up right. “Fuck this thing is huge,” the country hooker murmured to herself, sounding a little out of breath. When she took his head in her mouth Jack groaned again.

“You’re good,” he sighed, and the woman was encouraged to take more cock past her lips. She stretched, stroking his cock with one hand while sucking off his crown. She could taste his precum, which she was readily milking out of him now and her eyes rolled back. There was small shudder that ran down the woman’s back and she seemed surprised. She tried to take him deeper, got about halfway, causing Jack to squint with enjoyment, then she reeled back, gasping for air, drool pouring down her chin.

“Wow.. okay,” she said, face pink now which made her even more beautiful. She started to touch herself, a hand slipping down between her legs. “I’m actually getting wet…” she told him. She wrapped her self-lubed fingers around Jack cock. “What are you feeding this thing?”

This girl was telling Jack all the right things and making all the right moves. He considered trying to upsell himself and maybe stick his dick into another of her holes, but the pro **** herself down onto this shaft and his eyes started to water. She was swallowing his cock like nobody else ever had, not even his mother had gotten down this far yet, though he had been training her to every other night. This woman had his balls on her chin and he could feel her drool dribbling out around her lips. He grabbed hold of her head, then felt her hands on his hands, as if signalling him to really hold on. So he did, and then he began to thrust. He felt her moan vibrate his cock and it urged it him on. He fucked this whore’s skull, slowly to begin with, but her hands were controlling his, making him hold her more from behind her head. Soon he was fucking his whole length in and out of the woman’s throat, the obscene and sloppy noises he was squelching out of her like music to his ears. Sour Cow had wandered off as far as her lead would let her.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum down your throat,” he told the blur of the woman’s head who face he was fucking with wild abandon. She only gripped his thighs tighter, almost nodding through each skull rattling pelvic motion. Jack couldn’t hold onto the stuff inside his balls and let it all out with a howl. His cock bulged as it spurted and the woman’s airways became clogged. She took it like a champ as Jack shoved himself as far down her throat as he could. He looked down at her through his pleasure induced squint, saw black makeup running down in tears from her eyes, the smeared lipstick covered in bubbling, thick saliva. He pumped all he could into her waiting stomach, round after thick round, balls mashing into her chin. After what felt like an age he grunted and released her head. Freed from his grip she shot backwards, falling onto the grass. Jack had to lean onto the tree to stay upright, his knees shaking, long strands of spit and mixed with cum dripping from his cock.

A long loud burp escaped the the woman’s chest, rumbling into a wet belch. She sat up, smiling from ear to ear, wiping the sloppy drool from her chin with her entire arm. Blinking up at her amazed customer she slowly got to her feet.

“I actually managed to cum from that,” the woman said, her voice a little hoarse from the rough treatment which only made her all the sexier. “Bonus for me,” she grinned. “Anyway, I hope you had a good time.”

Jack could only nod, his balls still tingling and the air on his wet rod provided a pleasant cooling sensation to his warm throbbing. She picked up her trench coat, folded it under one arm then plucked her hat from the branch. The cow was unhitched and she started leading it away. Jack noticed that she wasn’t following the path that lead to the village or back towards his shak, she was walking perpendicular to it instead, crossing the fields and heading towards the mountains. The naked woman looked over her shoulder at her satisfied customer and winked. “Enjoy the beans!” she called out to him, and Jack stood in stunned silence and watched her eventually walk too far into the horizon to track.

Once she was actually out of sight, Jack pulled up his pants. He saw that he no longer had the cow. Reaching into his pocket he saw the handful of pale beans she had essentially traded him and his mother’s entire family fortune for.

“Shit.”