The hill of love

Melissa walked through the head-high wheat field towards an almost idyllic hill out on the farm's edge. The hill wasn't particularly large, only a few feet higher than the rest of the ground, but in the middle of this small hill, grew a smaller than usual maple tree. A small breeze had picked up as Melissa walked out of the field and up towards the hill and its lonesome inhabitant. She could feel the wind rushing alongside and through her legs; chilling her pussy and caressing her petite butt. Her hair was being lifted up slightly by the wind, and the well-trimmed grass dug itself between Melissa's toes as she walked. This was why Melissa would never be able to give up living in the countryside.

She sat down and leaned against the maple tree, and for a good 10 minutes soaked up the view. The fields of her father, the fields of the other farms in her area, the beautiful trees lining roads and tracks. On the horizon, the outline of skyscrapers. Then Melissa remembered why she came here. Excitedly, she swung her legs backward so that her feet were resting against the back of her head, in the process exposing her lady parts as much as it was at all possible. Melissa sexually bit her lip and carefully removed a decently sized plastic buttplug from her ass. She has her ass plugged since yesterday evening, and it showed. The plug had really done its job, and Melissa fingered her now loosened asshole, first with one, then with two fingers. Closing her eyes, Melissa toyed with her ass and enjoyed the serenity.

Not 5 minutes later though, the serenity was broken very subtly by the silent approach of two men, their workboats treading through the grass and approaching the hill. Melissa was still slouched against the tree, vigorously playing with her asshole that she didn't hear the two men approaching. They walked in front of where Melissa was sitting, very quietly watching her do her thing. Her eyes were still closed, her mind completely focused on achieving orgasm. The men were both wearing nothing but denim overalls and heavy work boots, which was a tell-tale sign that there were hired workers for either Melissa's father's farm, or any of the other farms in the area. Almost in unison, they unclipped their overalls, and let them fall to the ground, exposing themselves and their semi-erect cocks.

Undoubtedly surprised, Melissa opened her eyes but didn't stop fingering her asshole. She looked up and into the faces of two burly men who she had never seen before. Either they were new hires or were from a different farm. They looked down at Melissa smugly, as she continued to knead her loosened anal hole. "Hi boys, what can I do for you?" Melissa asked in a sing-song voice, knowing full well the answer herself. Stepping out of their overalls and boots, the men advanced on Melissa. One of the men had jet-black hair and a few Asian facial features, but the endowment stereotype was far from true. He walked up to Melissa and squatted down over her, his cock dangling in front of her face. Melissa strained her neck and stretched out her tongue to lick and tickle the tip of his impressively girthy cock. The man grinned as he watched.

The second man was of African descent, he watched as the first man squatted down over Melissa, and saw her hand still playing with her asshole. He grabbed Melissa's hand and pulled her away from her asshole. Quietly he spat onto his cock, and gently probed her asshole. It was still very tight, but the buttplug had definitely helped. He pushed hard, and the tip of his cock slipped into her hole, forcing it wide open. On the other side, as this happened, Melissa gasped with a wide-open mouth, as the cock penetrated her. That was the moment the black-haired man waited for. With Melissa's mouth open, he shoved his cock into her mouth, just to be stopped by her throat-barrier. That didn't deter him at all and proceeded to slowly push against the barrier to **** his cock down Melissa's gullet. Her throat-barrier eventually popped, and the entire length of his cock slid into the warm embrace of her throat.

The man with his cock in her ass in the meantime had started to push further and further, past the half-way mark, and as if they had both planned this days in advance, he finally thrust his cock balls-deep in the same moment the other man buried his cock in Melissa's throat. She was now plugged from end to end with cock.

The men didn't fuck Melissa lightly. 15 minutes of brutal pounding and Melissa's tight asshole was no longer. The black-haired man pulled out of Melissa's throat, his cock slathered in spit and saliva, jerked off for no more than 5 seconds, and dumped his load all over Melissa's blouse, then used her hair like a rag to clean the excess spit and cum from his cock. The second man took a little longer, but soon she could feel him twitching inside her asshole as well. As he pulled out, his cock erupted with cum covering everything from her asshole up to her naval in long streaks of cum. She could barely feel her asshole but was convinced that he had thoroughly ruined it.

Closing it was out of the question, and so after the men left to return to their work, Melissa untangled her legs and spread them out in front of her. She was covered from head to bottom in cum, her throat was sore and her asshole probably permanently ruined. She loved it.