Andrew Polter, despite being extremely handsome and strong, wasn't the cleverest of the creatures created. He was travelling -- on foot --from the Bronx to Yonkers. Although there were quite a few faster options available, he thought it'd be better to wake up before sunrise and hike up to Yonkers by dinner. He was going to Yonkers to work as a gymnastics instructor at the Laster Boarding School where his uncle was the Headmaster. Laster was a school for young women with disciplinary issues.
It was a very hot morning and the rising sun promised to burn hotter as the clock ticked to noon. After walking for five or so hours, he found a cool shady spot under a tree and thought that he might take a short nap and allow the afternoon heat to pass. The tree was not too far from a bus stop that seemed to greet buses at no particular schedule. Andrew threw his duffle bag full of clothes against the base of the tree facing away from the bus stop and used the bag as a pillow. Even with the noise of a church bell ringing in the near distance, he soon fell into a deep sleep.
While Andrew slept, every now and then some people from the near wood walked by heading toward the bus stop. Some were walking, some cycling, and a few even drove over the car tracks that have long been set in the grassy field. Some, too busy in their conversations, did not notice Andrew sleeping among the bushes by the tree. Some pointed and whispered to each other as they saw him. Others outright burst into laughter at seeing how soundly he slept. One old man remarked that Andrew's shorts were so short and loose-fitting that ants are going to make in new home in his underwear. A couple of schoolgirls giggled and blushed discussing how handsome the sleeping stranger was.
As Andrew slept, he was completely oblivious to even the loudest of the passersby. He was just getting the much-wanted rest.
After a few moments of no passersby, a couple in their 40s, jogging in the field, stopped in front of the sleeping young man. It was unusual of them to pause their jog, but there was something in Andrew's appearance that caused both of them to stop and watch. The wife said to the husband, "doesn't he remind you of you in college? Should we wake him?"
"Why?" her husband asked, "We don't know anything about him. He could be a murderer. A handsome murderer...but a murderer no less."
"I don't think so," she said as she dropped to her knees right between Andrew's legs. "Him sleeping here just reminds me of when I used to suck your dick in the park when we skipped classes." She put her hand on Andrew's crotch and felt around for his cock. To her pleasant surprise, she grabbed a hold of a big, fat, flaccid cock resting on a sack of large nuts.
"What are you doing?" the husband hastily asked. "Now we're the weird ones! What if he wakes up?"
She looked up at Andrew who seemed not even a bit disturbed from his sleep. "Ah come on! He seems way too tired to notice a light blow job."
"A blow job?!" the husband exclaimed. "You're just going to suck some guy off in the park just because he looks a bit like me?"
"He looks A LOT like you."
"It doesn't fucking matter," said the husband as he looked around. "We're in public."
She put both hands on Andrew's shorts and pulled them down halfway toward his knees. "No one is here, nor would anyone see me behind these bushes." She put her hands on Andrew's big, soft, 7 inch veiny dick and with those small warm hands, she started stroking it up and down. "He's much bigger than you," she said to her husband as she lowered her face down on Andrew's hardening cock. She first focused on getting the entire cock covered in her saliva and then drawing her tongue down from the tip of his cock all the way down to his big shaven balls. She sucked on each of his nuts as she slapped his veiny monster cock against her face.
"You're a fucking whore. You know that, right?" the husband told his wife.
She took Andrew's, now hard 9-inch, cock as deep in her throat as she could, holding it in past the tears and gags, covering his dick and sack in even more of her throat juices. After a couple of seconds, she popped his fat dick out of her mouth and took in a big breath. With her wet face, she turned to her husband and said, "oh, I know. I'm a dirty skanky whore."
For a brief moment, Andrew's eyes opened ever so slightly to see an unfamiliar woman slurping on his cock. Not being sure if this was really happening or just another amazing dream -- and not caring much either way -- he smiled and went back to sleep.
As Andrew continued to sleep calmly as if on a cool pillow in the privacy of his own bed, the wife slid both her hands up and down his long, thick cock, continuing to push the head of his cock past her tonsils. The husband had pulled down his running shorts and underwear, pulled out his dick and stroked it as he watched his wife suck and slurp a younger guy's larger cock. The husband had a thick 7-inch hard dick, already oozing clear pre-cum, and his big smooth sweaty testicles hung quite low in the summer heat.
Without slowing down the slurpy sucking and throat-dives on Andrew's fat, hard dick, she pulled her tight running pants and thong down to her knees, perked her big bubble butt in the air and spread her fat ass cheeks with her hands. Above her puffy soaking wet pussy lips, was a tight bleached asshole that pulsated each time she gagged on the fat cock.
The husband got down and buried his face between her fat bubble butt. His nose was pushed against her tight hole and the entire surface of his tongue was on her juicy pussy. She twirled her hips, grabbed his hair and pressed his face even harder into her ass and cunt. He flicked his tongue against her clit, slowly moving up towards her asshole, then licking in circles around it.
The wife, moaning louder and louder, increased the pace of her sucking and slurping. Each time that she took a break from ramming her horny mouth with a monstrous bat-of-a-cock, she slapped it against her wet face: against her cheeks, her lips, her chin. Then she continued sucking on it.
"Fuck me!" she said to her husband. "Take your big dick and stick it deep into me. I want a cock from both ends."
The husband placed the stiff head of his cock against her dripping pussy and pushed it deep inside. He took hold of her hips and started fucking her, increasing the pace of his thrusts. The pulsating pleasure she felt each time he went balls deep caused her to pause the cock sucking.
When the husband noticed her taking a break from giving a blow job, he gave her a hard smack on her big jiggly bubble butt. "Suck his cock, filthy slut!" exclaimed the husband. He grabbed her hair and pushed her head down on Andrew's cock and held it there. After a couple of seconds, she began choking and coughing. The coughs tightened the walls of her vagina, squeezing her husband's dick so tight that he shot several hot loads of jizz deep into her pussy.
The husband let go of her hair and she pulled out Andrew's cock to catch her breath. Her pussy, still stuffed with her husband's cock, was dripping out cum. As he slowly pulled back, his softened, slimy cock smacked down against his emptied sack. More cum gushed out of her pussy down on her underwear and pants.
As the wife was ready to return to sucking Andrew's big dick, a coach bus full of noisy passengers stopped at the bus stop. They both turned their heads in the direction of the chattering people slowly coming out of the bus. "Let's get out of here," said the husband.
As the people made their way off the bus, the couple hastily got up, pulled up their underwear and pants, and jogged off into the distance. Although the wife tried to pull Andrew's shorts up to cover his erect cock, it popped back out no more than a couple seconds after the couple ran off. And still, Andrew's sleep remained as deeply peaceful.
Soon, a beautiful young Amish farm girl in her 20s, who was walking through the field to avoid the city folks by their bus, stopped on the other side of Andrew's tree to answer a call of nature. She was so determined not to be seen by the noisy crowd at the bus stop that she failed to see that just near her, separated only by a small pine shrub, was a sleeping handsome boy with his very large and hard penis poking out towards the sky.
She lifted her long black skirt, tucked it in at her waistline so it holds up, pulled down her long white underwear and squatted down to relieve herself. She hummed a quiet melody to help her tune out the chatter coming from the bus stop. But a couple of seconds after, the people piled back onto the bus and drove away. The sudden silence prompted the relaxation she was looking for.
As she patted herself dry with a handkerchief, she heard the light snore of the young man sleeping nearby. Her shock of seeing him heightened when she saw that this sleeping stranger had a very big penis just standing at full attention right in the middle of the field.
"He is so handsome!" the Amish girl thought to herself as she looked back up at his face. "And he is so strong!" she thought as her eyes moved down his muscular body to his groin.
Now, unlike most Amish women who learned how to milk cows and goats, this one was an expert on milking the friends of her older brother. The many nights her parents thought she was in the outhouse, she was really draining the cocks of two of her older brother's close friends. At first it was just some nights, with her mouth on the cocks of the same two guys. But not long after that, a dozen or so guys in the community came to the corn fields almost every night to put their dicks into all three of her holes.
However, when her brother caught her in the act and shot the guy who had his dick deep in his sister's asshole, all the other devout participants of her nightly sessions stayed far away from her. So, it has been quite some time since her voids were filled and creamed. This was the miracle she was praying for.
