The small farm tractor chugged along with loud pops and bangs, trudging on across the dusty path deeper into the cornfield. The familiar green tractor tugged behind it an old wooden trailer; from the looks of it hand made and never maintained nonetheless there was a load of passengers piled onto it. Just under a half dozen of them laid out on dirty wood and poised on bales of hay.
A man sat on a bale closest to the front of the trailer a cheesy fake roman helmet on his head, a strap coming down loosely fastened under his chin. He had a plastic chest plate formed to give the illusion he was a chiseled god, what made him more similar to a god was the thick meat that hung between his legs, if it wasn't nine inches it wasn't even one and it had a girth that made every girl in town squirm he knew. His prized possession hung freely beneath a pleated leather skirt, and a cheap pair of sandals was his grand finale of the costume.
He was looking ahead he could see the faint glow of torches radiate from a circle cut in the corn field up ahead. He looked around the other inhabitants of the hayride a small smile on his face; as usual most of them had started to lighten the mood already. A sweet little girl in a seductively low cut and high hemmed Tinkerbelle outfit and crouched on the floor of the wagon, light blonde hair flowing down her back and supple breasts pushing out of the costume. It must've been her first year attending because he would have remembered this girl, her face was buried in a fire fighters lap his costume consisting mostly of red and yellow vinyl. He had a helmet sitting next to him and his unzipped jacket revealed he really had the sculpted body to go with his costume.
Two girls sitting with their legs dangled off the back of the trailer had their arms wrapped tightly around one another, lips locks together in a deeply passionate kiss. They rubbed and groped at each other's bodies, hands slipping in and out of their costumes. One girl dressed as a nurse, a tight short white dress and white fishnet stockings and a headband on her head with a bright red cross. Her lover in a tied up plaid shirt and cut of jean shorts that if she weren't sitting on it he was sure would show everything but the hole of her ass, a cowboy hat laid upside down a few feet from them.
The tractor ground its way down to the lowest gear then shortly after making the last corner into the clearing squeaked to a halt. There was already a group of people here and so much stimulation he took a deep breath to soak it all in. He saw a man in a full body leather suit, only his genitals exposed through a cut open crotch area, tied to a board between two saw horses. A woman in leather herself, from the hat on her head with BITCH in silver lettering across it to the matching leather choker synched around her neck her corset and her heeled boots were all leather, she was holding a red candle a few inches about the bound mans cock and dripping the liquid wax across his sensitive areas. There was a long fold up table all the way across the clearing from where the tractor popped in where people seemed to be gathered. His attention fell to a small group of people near them, a few sets of two holding each other close, most of the girls with obvious globs of cum in their hair or half glued closed eyes, the whole lot looked worn down. He assumed these were early retirees of the night's events catching the hayride back out of this sexual adventure.
He was the last one on the trailer by the time he'd just glanced around the clearing and he stood making his way off, as he walked his endowed manhood hunger out from the shelter of his leather skirt. He stood at the rear of the trailer for a moment, watching Tinkerbelle lead the firefighter off towards the table like a puppy his cock wrapped in her soft little fingers. He gave a small chuckle as he looked past the old man driving the tractor, a farmer in overalls too concerned with his chewing tobacco to stop and take in any of this eye candy his daily get up would've won the costume contest had they been holding one tonight.
He was looking for an obvious opening somewhere when the tractor fired up and was pushed into first gear. The passengers now much less active than the group just dropped off. As the trailer swung around the cowboy hat rolled off of it landing near his feet. A smile spread across his lips as he reached down to pick it up, he held it by the brim as his eyes searched for then locked onto the plump ass with the cut of jean shorts riding way up it. He started towards the cowgirl with pep in his step.
He was a few feet behind her when he called out. " 'Scuse me miss, this your hat? " He held it up in front of himself but not out to her hoping shed come for it. She turned first, the soft flesh up her ample breasts jiggling as she popped her hip and put one hand on it. When her attention was caught up her friend turned too, her lips were painted the same sexy red that her headband cross was and leather pumps matched it all.
" Well it sure does look like it, what does a young lady do to thank such a gentleman around here. " She locked her eyes into his as she said it, a seductive tone taking over her voice and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and pressing enamel into flesh. Her eyes broke from his to travel down his body, she spotted his thick head hanging below the skirt at the same time her nurse friend did and her grip on her bottom lip loosened.
" Or should I take care of it for her? " A hand came up to un button the top button of her tight dress that she hadn't cut off when altering the costume. Her cleavage immediately pushed the material apart, large firm breasts pushing up out of a white lace push up bra and fighting to escape the dress completely. The man stepped towards them reaching his hand up and out to push the hat down onto the cowgirl's head. He brought a hand to her cheek and his lips to the opposite cheek. A soft kiss on one side of her beautiful face and a rough thumb pushed between her soft lips into her warm mouth from the other side.
The nurse pressed her body into his, one hand moving immediately between his legs, through pleats of the skirt to grab at his impressive tool. She grabbed fingers around it squeezing and massaging it slowly up and down the shaft; her lips found the flesh his ear lobe and sucked it between them to nibble it softly. Her tongue trailed down his neck and she sunk to her knees, her free hand now moving to grab him by the thigh she pulled his dick out between leather pleats.
