Lost in the Country, A His and Hers Tale II

Him – Chapter 3

We are encouraged into the barn, the great dane licking his face clean of your juices bounding in alongside us. My heart is racing, this had to be some kind of dream. The barn is large inside, the stalls are well maintained and the central area is filled with benches. Professional lighting equipment and cameras are everywhere, capturing the scenes of debauchery. As we approach, the brown horse withdraws from the small blonde girl on the table with an audible wet pop, and her pussy flows with a river of cum, more cum than I have ever seen in real life. The blonde lay there, panting, exhausted, a look of pure bliss on her face. She caught my eye as I stared, and winked, easily fisting herself and licking her hand clean of the animal’s seed.

Your face is flushed as we approach the center of the barn, the older man beckoning for the dog to heel to him. Your eyes dance around the barn, taking in all of the sights in front of you, things you had dreamed about, masterbated to, but never thought you would see in person. Huge toys littered the benches and ground, tubs of lube everywhere. Every stall of the barn contained a horse, and big dogs were running around everywhere. The entire group of people were naked, and appeared comfortable that way.

The older man looked at us and smiled “Welcome to the farm, what brings you two all the way out here?”

I explained our predicament, without enough gas or GPS to get much further beyond the farm. “We just need to use your phone and then we can be picked up, and on our way”.

The man looked us over, pausing especially on you, still panting and flushed from my fist in your ass. “I don’t think we can let you do that, at least without earning it first. I can see your girl is hot for what we have here, if you do what we tell you, then maybe you can use the phone, and leave. If you want to, that is”

I glance at you, and can see the surge of fear in your eyes. You look at me, biting your lip, your mind racing with the potential laid out in front of us. The trip had been set out as our wildest kinks come to life, but this hadn’t even made the list of possibility. Now though, it was reality, and you nod slowly, smiling at me.

“Right” said the man, grinning at his family “well I am Ned, this buxom lady here is my lovely wife Stacey, and these are our kids”. The family waved in turn at us, casually without any hint of embarrassment at the situation. The girl on the table even gave a wave as cum continued to ooze from her pussy. “As you can see” Ned continued, “we go by a no-clothes-in-the-barn policy, so if you wouldn’t mind…”

I am a little surprised at the request, but have no shame in my body. I know you would rather be naked 100% of the time if you could, and we both quickly undress. My cock is throbbing with arousal, and I can see your wetness between your legs dripping down your thighs, as your ass struggles to close after my fist fucking. Your body is amazing, eve though I see it regularly, it never ceases to get me as hard as humanly possible. I slap your ass playfully as we stand naked, side by side, waiting for the next commands. You tug teasingly on my cock, flicking my tip with your forefinger and licking it clean of my precum, loving the taste as you always do.

“Right, now we need to take your measurements.