I met the vet in the tack room next to the barn. His balls rested on my nose. Trust me I will leave no stone unturned. With Sarah still a toddler, and two new babies in the house, I got no rest at all. There were days where, if not for the fact that I had live stock to tend and housekeeping to do, I would have stayed in bed all day.
Not very long, but thick as my forearm. If you stay here, you must agree to be castrated. She stepped up onto Marty's rock hard ass, driving his equally hard shaft deep into my throat. I think we hit it off.
Or had she turned and fled in disgust. But she still liked the tongue regularly. It was Ben, an old pal from high school. I continued to pleasure Maria and Marty, but the experience was no longer erotic. His cock was throbbing now, dripping precum, and much bigger than I first thought.
After we moved in, my chores expanded from caring for little Sarah, cleaning, cooking and doing the laundry, to taking care of the outside. Even her ass didn't have much smell. They were an annoyance, and a constance source of never ending toils — changing diapers, wiping up spills. The balls were large and hairy.
I never expected this with a girl. Maria was holding his hand, stroking his forearm. I notices how cute and feminine it looked, the way the hem of her skirt bounced when she landed. Maria tossed a huge fluffy pillow on me, covering my crotch and belly. Sitting at a bar down the street, sipping a Dewars, and who should walk in? I'll tell you when to stop. I want to see what it's like.
I was never asked to leave. Maria delivered twins, a boy and a girl. After she went through menopause, Maria no longer cared for the dick. So after she had her orgasm, he'd pull the two thirds of his cock she could take out of her, and then slam it into my mouth all the way to the bristles. I didn't much like the children when they were infants and toddlers. I sucked him off a couple times.
Suddenly the bedroom door slammed, a steel hard hand clamped onto my leg, and I was dragged from under the warm covers onto my back on the bedroom floor. I could have suffocated right there and died happy. I was a licking machine, aware only of the smells and tastes I was enjoying, Marty's groans of pleasure, and the sweet sound of Maria singing softly in time with the strokes of her hair brush. It was a familiar act I was performing, but it wasn't exciting like it used to be. I'm not willing to be cut. So I just kept a steady pace, licking the slit from end to end, then back.
But the husband insists on a precautionary measure. If he likes the idea, we can set up a time. Second time took some coaxing. I was slurping away at Jerry's impressive cock when Maria walked in carrying a basket of laundry. I know the things by heart.