0 comments/ 21826 views/ 0 favorites The Back 40 By: candy-prairie girl Reaching for my sunglasses, I head out the door. Oops, I forgot his drink. I was ready. I was taking lunch out to my husband, who was in the field picking stones. He would either be in 6 or 1, they were right beside each other so I knew I would find him. I had the kidlet all taken care of with someone to watch him. Backing the van out of the garage, cranking the music up, I knew this was going to be an adventure to remember. Driving the few miles out to the farm seemed to take forever. I came over a slight hill on the road and seen the tractor in the far corner of the field. It was turning towards the approach I was driving up to. Putting the van in park, I threw the keys on the floor besides the seat. Grabbing his sandwiches and drink, I walked over to the upcoming tractor. He was teasing at me to undo my top and flash him, like I've done before. I point towards the tractor in the next field. He shrugs his shoulders as in "who cares Tam, you did this before!" He opens the door and I climb the few steps to get in. We kiss and say hi. He drives the tractor around for about 20 minutes picking stones, making it appear we are actually working. He tells me he wants to show me this piece of land over in the corner of the field. It used to be a pasture, but was not used for years. He stops the tractor, grabbing his drink. We walk over the seeded ground to the tall grass. Barbed wire laying on the ground as a reminder to where the fence was. I am wearing a one piece short outfit and sandals, so walking thru the tall grass and prickly weeds was not a pleasant experience. The grass and small trees scratched my legs as we walked. Talking, listening to the peace and quiet. Frogs croaking, birds singing in the distance. I was petrified that a snake would slither across my path. We came to an clearing, so I decided to be silly. Taking great leaps in the air, I started to sing "The land is alive, with the sound of music." Which scared him, cause he thought I was jumping cause I seen a snake. Then he laughed at me, knowing my sense of humor. We continued walking. Having to follow a (possible) cow path. The branches breaking so easily. It's very dry in there. We came to another clearing. He started walking ahead of me, I let him on purpose. As I walked, I undid each button on my short outfit. He was talking about a dugout that should be around the corner, he turned, as I had the outfit down to my waist now. Standing there with my clothes half off. All he seen was my lacey white bra. I give him a sultry look. I wanted one thing out of this walk, and he knew it. He just didn't know when to expect it. Walking over to me, we embraced and our lips were like magnets. His hand cupped my breast, my nipples were hard. He held me close, my hand went to his already hard cock, I loosened his jeans. Letting them fall to the ground as my hand reached its goal. I stroked his cock with a sure hand. I pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them. Standing there in my bra, panties and sandals. I bent over and took his cock in my mouth giving him a gentle lick. Then sucking his cock hard and fast. I knew what I wanted from him that was clear. He got the best gobie I could ever give a man. I held his shaft with both hands. One set of my long white fingers was wrapped around it at the base. The other set was up by the head. I had only been able to work about 5 inches of it in my mouth, no matter how much I tried. He chuckled as he eased my head back to his throbbing dick. It did something to him when I took it all the way in. Stopping, I stood up. Our lips meeting again. I push his jacket off his arms. I take my short outfit and lay it over the dead grass, he lays his jacket to make a bigger "blanket" for me to lay on. I remove my panties. Throwing them on the ground. Taking me in his arms, pushing me to the "blanket". The sun is shining so brightly. I have sunglasses on but it doesn't help. I keep my face in line with his to block the sun as we endeavor onto the next phase. Spreading my legs, he presses his cock up against my pussy lips. I watch his eyes as he starts grinding into me. Running my fingers tips lightly over his cheeks, pulling his face down to mine. Sucking gently on his lower lip. My right hand, I move to his ass. Inching my fingers closer the split. His hips moving into mine. My arms are not long so I can not keep teasing him. He is in control of himself, not letting a single drop of cum shoot out as we fuck on the open ground. My moans got louder and louder, until they could have been called screams. I remember looking to the side and seeing the tall grass and weeds swaying slightly in the breeze. The birds flying over head. Probably scared of the squeals I was making. I dug my nails into his back, wanting more. But he stops. Telling me to get on all fours. I rest my knees on the shorts and my hands on his jacket. My outer legs are stinging from the scratches the weeds gave me as his thrusts moved my body slightly against them. I raised my ass up in the air and he inserted his penis from the back. It started out slower this time. While I reached between my legs and rubbed my sensitive bud, he leaned forward and caught my hanging breasts with his hands and played with them. After a while, he started moving fast and I had to move my hands to stop from being pushed over. Placing his hand on my clit, he began to cruelly squeeze and pinch it. I cried out in surprise but I should say that the sensation was amazing. Being fucked gently and my clit being punished like that. It was great! Not long of this and I spun into my second orgasm, just minutes after the first one. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure washed over me, spasm after spasm jolted through my body until I was almost hurting from the strain. My whole body feeling sore, I collapsed on my stomach, still trembling, beginning to relax. He started moaning and groaning as he reached his climax. He came hard deep inside of me. Grabbing my hips into him as he deposited his last drop of cum in my pussy. He pulled his dripping cock out, and I slightly turned to look at him. His mongrel was still hard. I smiled. As he got up, his knees were dirty from leaning on the ground as we fucked. He pulled his underwear and jeans up. As I grabbed my panties, I said "Oh great, now I'm going to have wet panties till I get home." He said "won't be the first time tam!" And we laughed as we got dressed. Walking back to the tractor, I told him that it is wood tick season and he might have to check my ass for them again!! We laughed. Next time we will bring a blanket, maybe a pillow and an umbrella too lmao. The Back Alley I left the bar hand in hand with my latest victim, leading him at a brisk pace. I was impatient, and he said his apartment was seven or eight block away, so I nearly ran as I dragged him along. I had slipped away from my friends at the bar; they were used to such disappearances, but had yet to discover why I snuck off so often. Of course... everyone reading this probably has an idea. "Slow down babe, what's your rush?" said my guy in a rather annoying 'skater' tone. But I hadn't picked him for his 'popped collar' looks or his attempts at smooth pick-up lines. I had felt great big cock in those pants. Seems like its always the assholes who have the nice big dicks... or maybe they become assholes because of it? That was a thought for another day, as I was overcome by the urge to feel a pulsing cock in my mouth overwhelm me. Seeing a dark alley between to houses, I pulled my trailing 'date' into it. "What are you doing babe?" he asked with confusion as I just barely rounded the corner of the house and pushed his back against vinyl siding. Just out of sight of the roadway where countless people were making their way home after last call, I dropped to a crouch on the gravel parking area in the back alley, and deftly undid his belt. I unzipped him and pulled his pants ant underwear to his knees and then my mouth leapt forward to take him to his root. I was pleased with my choice. His cock was thick, and at least seven inches long. He hardened quickly in my mouth, so that I had to start taking him into my throat to reach his base. Annoyingly, he went totally silent as I sucked his cock, holding even his moans of pleasure. On the up side, he was leaking precum at a nearly alarming rate, and as I deepthroated him my mouth began to fill with thick sticky saliva, which began to leak from my bottom lip. A thin trail dangled downwards in the cool night air until the bobbing of my head caused it to swing inwards and leave a wet streak on my tube top and cleavage. I took him out of my mouth, and sloppily moved to take his balls in my mouth, trailing a thick strand of saliva. I stroked him with my hand, my mouth on his balls and his shaft pressed against my forehead, the viscus liquid running down my hand and arm and even onto my face as hungrily licked and sucked one ball after the other. I moaned with pleasure, and it was at this point that we ceased to be alone in the alley. Clearly looking for a place to relieve himself, a drunk stumbled around the corner of our sanctuary and nearly failed to notice us. When he did, he stopped in his tracks and stared, jaw dropped. I sensed my partner tense up, and so I reached up and placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding myself up and down on his cock without missing a beat. Looking up, I saw him give the drunk a sheepish grin and a shrug. The drunken guy walked over and stood a few feet to my right, and undid his pants. As I sucked and slobbered all over a big cock in the back alley, two feet away I began to hear and smell the drunkard peeing all over the wall. I shuddered, not with disgust, but with a small orgasm of pleasure, derived from what a dirty slut I was being. I looked up at my partner and saw his eyes closed tightly, and his chest heaving. It was time. I deepthroated him one last time for good measure, and then backed my head off so that only the tip of his cock remained in my mouth. Using my hand, I stroked him slowly up and down, moaning in anticipation of my reward. I didn't wait long, and soon his cum was surging onto my tongue, dropping a fair sized load into my mouth. I was overjoyed, and squeezed his shaft in time with his orgasm's pulses. As he finished, I wetly let his cock fall from my mouth, and opened wide with my head tiled back. In the low light, he could see his cum in my mouth, and smiled. Putting one hand on his pelvis to hold him in place, I swivelled away from my partner and towards the drunk who has stopped pissing and was now stroking his cock, watching the show. I motioned him forward, my mouth still open and containing a good dollop of cum. He immediately accepted my invitation, and thrusted his cock into my mouth. He began to swiftly fuck my face, in time to my bobbing head. Although he was only five inches long, he had an extraordinarily big head, which still managed to gag me as it hit my throat. My mouth quickly filled with a soupy mixture of cum, saliva, and precum. I began to swallow as I sucked, not willing to lose all the cum in my mouth along with the saliva that now coated my chin, hands, and chest thickly. My first partner had quite a view, up close of me gagging on a nice hard cock next to him. My new partner was much more vocal than he had been, offering moans and encouragement, along with a little verbal abuse. Just the way I like it. "Take it you filthy slut. You love my cock don't you, you little cocksucker. Oh yeah gag on my cock you little whore." he was nearly yelling now, and I briefly worried about someone catching us, before I forgot all about it as I rocked with an orgasm. I hadn't even had to touch myself, the situation was so hot that it drove me over the edge. "Ohhhh yeah I'm gonna fill your mouth, slut" grunted the drunk with a slight slur. I knelt down onto the hard ground, and sat back onto my heels, tilting my head way back and opening my mouth wide. I stuck my long tongue all the way out and presented an inviting target for him. I fondled his large heavy balls as he stroked his cock, its huge head resting on my tongue. I looked up at his face as he strained to overcome his drunkeness enough to finish himself off. As I felt his balls tighten in their sack, I knew he had succeeded. His cum didn't so much spurt, as it poured into my mouth. About six large streams rolled down my tongue to nearly fill my mouth up with semen. His taste was extremely acrid and sour, a testament to how much he drank that night. Something about the bad flavour actually turned me on more however, as it overpowered my senses and made me think of nothing except the giant load of cum in my mouth. With a smile, I swallowed it all down, my mouth sticky as I reopened it to show him my good work. Shortly, my first partner and I were back on our way to his place. He sheepishly told me he wasn't sure how much cum he had left to give me. I was nonplussed. I just told him to pick up his cell phone... he must know some guys who'd love a free blowjob. He did, and they did. I had a long and rewarding night out, and it all started with that back alley.