never soon enough

Farm work is a terrible job, as is any job not involving contact with the public, but agriculture in particular. To function, they assign a single woman to a greenhouse or shed so as not to end up spending her time fucking. Susan had been assigned to the greenhouse where they grew tomatoes, rows and rows of plants, only having to pick tomatoes, stretch out wires that support the plants, and load baskets of fruit onto a trailer. The worst of the boredom was hugry, not of food. Her pussy burned with desire, to be filled if not by a cock—now pure, impossible desire—then by fingers or a tongue. After forcing herself to work for a good half hour, Susan couldn't stand it any longer and masturbated briefly. It was a small, fleeting joy in the midst of that green hell.

Wouldn't it have been better if their bodies no longer needed to eat? In short, the infection had already solved the problem of aging and illnesses, but having to feed oneself meant working, and working meant dedicating time to not fucking, which was horrible. Every moment that passed, she wanted to leave the greenhouse, invade the one next door, and fuck her colleague. It didn't help when they ended up running into each other while filling the trailer with crates of fruit and vegetables, sometimes Alex, sometimes Wong, who worked in the greenhouses next door.

Wong had even given her a hard slap on the ass, almost making him drop the crate of tomatoes before returning to his seat, shaking his hips like a femme fatale.

Susan wanted to bite into that juicy ass... in reality, she would have started tasting every single inch of her, driving her crazy, maybe even with Alex giving a full-on gang bang to that sexy-ass cheeky little girl.

And yet, instead, she was **** to work, more time passed, her pussy was becoming unmanageably horny.

Susan rubbed her pussy again, excited and hungry.

Susan: Come on, little one, hold on, just a little longer... because soon...

A bell rang, signaling the "coffee break."

Susan almost threw the tomatoes on the ground as she ran out of the greenhouse.

The "coffee break" was a fifteen-minute break that was taken after the first two hours of work, and the first of three breaks of the day.

Going outside, she saw Alex unzipping her tracksuit and masturbating while leaning against the trailer, rubbing her breasts against the bodywork. Susan ran to her; the smell of her wet pussy, which she was perhaps imagining from abstinence, was wonderful.

Seeing her, she lay down on the hood, spreading her legs. Susan buried her face in the woman's unzipped zipper, starting to hungrily lick it all over. Alex pressed her head against his pelvis.

Alex: Oh fuck yes! I couldn't take it anymore! Lick it! Kiss it! Suck it!

They were both possessed, and Susan didn't notice Wong approaching from behind.

Wong grabbed her, pulling her to the ground, and then sat on his face. Her zipper was open and her pussy was dripping. Susan grabbed her hips and pushed herself, not wasting a drop.

Susan felt her zipper open and felt something being inserted inside her, perhaps a zucchini, maybe a cucumber. She didn't know, but a shiver ran through her. She heard Alex moan, then some thrusting. Alex must have inserted the zucchini, perhaps, into her pussy as a substitute for a double dildo, and now they were both pushing, trying to **** the hard vegetable deeper into them.

Each woman was moaning and screaming with pleasure. Susan could hear moans coming from nearby, other women who were making the most of the brief pause.