A Farm Boy

_"Moooo ..." _escapes your lips as the orgasm washes over you, your body limp from the experience. Your eyes are barely able to focus on the shadow before you, but focus you must as it draws nearer and nearer. The haze of lust ebbing out to see, slowly fades, allowing you to see a bulky figure, well-muscled, with a triangular torso. Denim overalls clad an otherwise naked torso.

You continue to try and focus on what would normally be an appealing male specimen, but are drawn back to your predicament, realizing that the contraption you had hooked yourself up to, is still running. The continual suctioning of your nipples is having an all too familiar effect, your eyes darting to the clear tubes, watching even more of the milky substance running through them. The dildo continues to relentlessly plummet into your deepest depths.

'I've got to fight this' you try to convince yourself as you spread your legs further apart, pushing your hips backwards towards the device, encouraging your mechanical partner even deeper yet, not satisfied until you can feel it knocking on your cervix.

The feelings are too intense to ignore. Such bliss could never have been imagined before. "Moooo" once gain slips past your lips, intending to say _"More." _Again, the sensations that coursed through your body before are returning tenfold. You're not sure you can withstand such an orgasm, but you can't fight the urge to succumb.

As the pressure builds and builds, your vision is filled with only the blue of well worn denim. A distinctive, impressive bulge captures your eyes, realizing that the farm hand had come into the stall to join you. The thought of opening your mouth and sucking on his massive cock enters your mind. His hand now rests on your head, smoothing the sweat-drenched tresses away from your face. His touch is gentle, but firm; calloused hands brush across your cheeks, tucking strands of hair behind your ears. He is so close, you can smell the intoxicating musk of his sweat.

"My, oh my! What have we here?" His voice equals his physique, strong, deep, and resonating. "You must be part of the new herd!"

His hands are now roaming over your bared back, exploring every inch of excited flesh. You can feel the pressure as he pushes ever so slightly downward in the small of your back, causing your heavy tits to thrust towards the floor, and your pussy towards the glorious cock fucking away incessantly, raising your ass higher into the air.

'God! I need to get control.' you try to convince yourself. The magnitude of the tremors rippling through your body are a foretelling of the earthquake looming in the very near future. 'It's now or never,' you manage to determine ...