The very abandon of the boy endeared him to me more than ever. It was late, and I thought we have had enough for this night, so we fell asleep in our naked embrace.
I was sure I had a big day ahead of me, it being Saturday afternoon or early evening, and Robert was to drive me to the station after his Sunday school, so I had the time all mapped and timed out, so it did not suit my plans to let Bobbie fuck me when he awoke, but as he beat me in waking, and was kneeling between my open thighs toying with “it" when my eyes opened, I shook a finger at him but lay still and passive for him. He now leaned over me and took his cock in his hand and began to rub the head all about the lips, inside and out and way in under my bottom. Of course that could end in nothing but a fuck so I said, “She's your's, Bobbie, give your cock to her good and proper.” He needed no second bidding and again my cunt welcomed the smooth slipping in of a nice boy cock.
I can't prolong my tale. After breakfast, I said to Alice, “Roger must let me see a bull on top of a cow if I can find him anywhere, do you mind, dear?” She kissed me in her own inimitable way all her own saying, “Go after him, I think he's at the big barn, and after seeing that I think you will want the same kind of treatment as the poor cow, dear. I did when I saw it a year ago. It certainly makes us women passionate at a sight like that.” She jokingly touched me up (over my dress of course — a habit prevalent among women and girls who do it as a species of fun more than licentiousness) so we laughed, but I can't recall I said, and left for the barn. I wore a buttoned wrapper only, with a belt, all I had under it was a vest, black silk hose, high shoes. I wore no hat. Sure enough, there was Roger waiting for me, and he had plans all made, and everybody at work elsewhere. He led me to the lower part of the barn were the half doors were, the top being open and out of the way.
To be sure we did not get that far out of the barn without his hand being up my dress. He was so grateful I had come so nicely prepared, quickly his hand clenched on my bottom, and it gave him pleasure too to feel it swaying at each step I took, the two solid cheeks in their gentle swinging or swaying motions must have made him feel so good, and when he now and then gave it a sharp smack I'd jump a little and push my belly out, when he'd hand a slap on my cunt forcing my bottom backwards again till I said, Oh, Roger, stop, you'll have me spending before I see the cow get hers.” I ran away from him, and he was laughing.
There was Mr. Bull in a clean cow yard, but no cows, and as mad a bull as could be. He snorted and blew a steam of vapor from his nostrils, bellowed, and pawed the ground. I pitied any poor cow that entered there, for her soft cunt would get a most terrible fucking. As she came hot, he crooked his back. Now, he actually did this — he bent his back way up, and shoved out a loud, long, red cock, not very thick (not any thicker than Willie's here by me now) and he rubbed it against his hairy belly.
Heaven's, what a long red hot poker to shove into a poor cow, but, remembering Brownie's affair I concluded the cow would no doubt like it very well indeed inside her belly. Before he jerked off completely, he stopped, straightened — and such eyes he made, oh me!
He pawed and stamped, his long red cock stretched against his belly and beating up against it I now heard a gate shut and knew his poor victim had come into the yard. He ran to her at once. Heavens, it wasn't a cow I saw, but a young heifer, and she wasn't a bit afraid of him, but turned her hind quarters to him, swung her tail out of the way, while her cunt had just peed it was now sucking madly and the bull saw it. He only stopped long enough to smell it and give it a strong lick, when up went his front feet over her back, his fully twenty four inches of live, hot, red prick pointed unerringly at that quivering, sucking cunt and it — slid in without a pause, clear up to his balls. The operation was not a long one. I saw his cock then his balls draw up and I knew his juice was being squirting into her cunt.
My, how he bellowed and stamped when he drew it from her! Roger was near me, his hand all the time resting quietly on my bare bottom up under my clothes. He said he'd wait a bit, as the bull would doubtless repeat the act, as he had none for many weeks, and as the heifer was young and fresh she would take him again while her “heat” was on her.
He asked me if MY “heat” was on as he now slipped his hand way under my bottom and grabbed my moist cunt and gave it a gentle moulding and a squeeze.
We laughed, and I said it soon will be so you can be ready after the bull repeats the act. Sure enough, he comes to the heifer and smells her warm cunt, which was in a violet heat thrusting the lips way out and drawing them way in, and keeping it so for a minute.
He mounts her again but does it slower. I now see long in and out pushes. But the bull is not as attractive as a stallion at the same work, nor have cows the same beautiful contours and rotundities as the horse is blessed with. I now turned my attention to Roger who had his hand still at its love provoking work up my clothes, making me as hot as the bull was now. I opened his fly, then his belt and let his pants fall, his big cock fairly jumped into my willing hand. To make it real hard and hot, I opened my wrapper the full length, exposing all of me standing nude above my black silk stockings.
“Now Roger, I want to measure this beauty while he is fit for a queen. I had brought a tape with me for the purpose. His cock, under my handling got harder and harder as I pretended to find the right side of the measure, while he called me “his darling cutie.”
Well, sir it measured from the inside next to the belly root, to the tip of its nose exactly eight and half inches. Around the base its circumference was six and half inches, while the head was an inch and a half across the front. It was over three inches in diameter as I computed and there is no doubt at all it was more then two inches thick, and that's the cock I now threw my thigh over and myself into Roger's arms.
He carried me to a hay-loft, took my wrapper off, laid me on a nice blanket he spread over a bed of new mown hay, himself naked except for his socks. Oh, what joys I felt as that big, hard cock just prodded my aching cunt, making every part touch and rub every spot inside it. My poor little cunt lips turned inward as his cock forced his way into me. I gave up and could not restrain my joy and moans, my. rapture was fully conveyed to him in pet names. I asked him if anyone could hear us, he assured me not, so I gave myself up to the utmost abandon.