This is the followup to my story, "Hung Farmboy Gets a Roll in the Hay," a POV story from the perspective of a farm boy who enjoys the curious attention of a cock-starved country lass. This story follows her return to the field, where six eager cocks are waiting for her-including yours.
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I slept fitfully all night, the summer heat unrelenting. I listened to the crickets outside my window as I felt the come leak out of my pussy, as I touched myself, tried to put as many fingers as I could fit into myself, to try to get the satisfaction I got from your cock today.
But nothing will satisfy me. I rise early and begin my walk, packing the large cherry pie I baked the night before, wrapped in a gingham cloth. I hope you keep your promise and invite some of your friends today.
The sun is just rising when I leave my farm and head out toward the hills. My pussy is tingling, imagining your big cock and the others you promised filling it, feeling their absence acutely as I walk and walk.
It's noon by the time I reach your field, my basket now full of herbs I've gathered with a jar of jam I was given by a neighbor I passed on the way.
My heart stops when I get to the field; there you are, working. You look up and wave at me and my pussy begins to drip. I can make out the outline of your cock through your clothes as you bend and lift. I remember how it feels, how I've been craving it since I left.
"You came back," you smile at me, your grin charmingly lopsided. I nod, unwrap the pie, not sure if I can speak. "Mm, that looks good. Hey, boys, who wants a slice of pie?"
Your friends come around from behind the barn, five of them, grinning and looking me up and down. I feel my skin warm even more under the hot sun.
"Why don't you bring it inside?" asks one of the men, wiping his brow with a forearm. Everyone is thickly muscled, lean, tall. I feel dwarfed in comparison, small and soft. I look up at you and you smile encouragingly, take my hand.
"This is my friend from yesterday, we're going to treat her real nice, aren't we boys?" you ask the others firmly. They all agree, doff their caps, say "ma'am" as I walk by and set the pie on the table your friend had indicated.
One of the farm boys takes out a hunting knife and sidles up to me, letting his arm brush and linger against mine as he cuts the pie. He gives me a wink and I hold my breath as he takes a bite, turns to look at me. He's so close, I feel his erection brush against my skirt.
"It's real good, thank you." he smiles. He's handsome and I smile back, feeling the heat rise between my thighs.
You come over and lead me to the back of the barn, into the cool shade away from the sun.
"Don't want you to get heatstroke after all that walking. Can I get you some water? Some cider?"
"I'd like some cider," I agree and watch them enjoying my pie, exclaiming over it as they watch me in return, their eyes betraying a different kind of hunger.
"Here you are," you bring out the jug and pour me a cup. I sip it and am soothed by the quenching beverage, feel relaxed as I meet your gaze and smile.
"I promised you I'd bring you more boys to satisfy you," you kneel in front of me and slide your hands up under my dress, running your rough fingers softly over my skin. I shiver and smile at you, lay back and sip my cider confidently as though being fondled in front of half a dozen strangers is just part of my daily routine.
They come closer at this and watch, some of their hands tracing the outlines of their cocks under their clothes. I lick my lips.
"Why don't you show my friends what we learned yesterday?" You stand and pull your delicious cock from your trousers, let it hang heavy in front of my face. I keep my cider in one hand and use the other to lift it toward my lips. It's not fully hard yet but it fills my small hand. I stroke it and begin to suck on the tip, thrilling at the others watching us, at them imagining that it's their cocks my lips are wrapped around.
"You like it deep in your pussy," you say, your voice low and rough with desire. "Do you like it deep in your mouth?" I nod and open my mouth wider as you begin to fuck my mouth, sliding over my tongue. It can't fit very deep, but it feels exciting to sit back and let you fuck my mouth with everyone watching. I look around at them and see a few have pulled their cocks out.
God, they are all hung, I think as you pull out of my throat. I gasp and wipe my mouth, drink the last of my cider to quench my thirst.
"How would you like it if I show everyone what a nice pussy you have?" You ask me, cupping one of my breasts over my clothes. We kiss and you taste of tobacco and peppermint.
I nod, looking up at you with admiration as you command the room, as you set the rules for how your friends have to treat my pussy. I let you pull me to standing, then am surprised when you bend down, throw me over your shoulder and lift my skirt over my head, revealing my bare ass and pussy to everyone.
I gasp and everyone laughs-I blush, feeling a little embarrassed as my ass is held up to the breeze, as you turn this way and that so your friends can see what's under my skirt.
