Rolling in the Hay
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The discovery
“Excuse me! I’m so sorry!” Becky said as she stared at the guy’s cock.
“Shit!” the young man exclaimed as he jumped up. “I thought everyone would be up at the house or courtyard.”
The guy tripped over his pants in his hurry and fell back into the hay. A six-pack of beer lay nearby, and a couple of cans were open. She noticed that his pants were wet up to his knees.
Becky had to know, so she asked. She was a schoolteacher, after all.
“Why are you jerking off in the stable?”
“It’s a… It’s not what you think, not what it looks like,” he said.
Becky gave him a questioning look, expecting more information. The guy looked to be in his mid-twenties, the same age as her niece, Aimee.
Becky was a guest at her niece’s wedding. Weddings were always fertile ground for meeting someone new, weren’t they? Maybe she’d meet someone who’d rescue her from her approaching “old-maid-hood.”
The problem was, Becky felt pasty, overweight, and middle-aged. She honestly didn’t think anyone would examine her reflection in the mirror. Her tits sagged, no doubt about it. Her face was a little more lined, too. She had a small chin and a wide nose, and she’d finally got up the nerve to try contact lenses instead of the geeky horn-rim glasses.
She considered her long brown hair to be her best feature. Thick and luxurious but usually messy, it cascaded to her shoulders in light ringlets, which were intended to distract from the encroaching gray.
Becky looked good for forty-one, she surmised. Especially wearing the dress she’d chosen to wear to the wedding. The bow clung to her breasts, and the fabric accentuated her curves. Becky felt womanly wearing that dress.
She gave a heavy sigh. There were still forty-five minutes until her niece’s wedding, and the expanse of the estate beckoned. The opulent grounds covered several acres and included two swimming pools, stables, and a tennis court, as well as hiking trails.
Exiting the bathroom to the estate’s courtyard, she walked across it to look at the horse stables. Becky had loved horses since she was a girl, but hadn’t much experience riding. Soon the smells of hay, horse, and leather reached her nose.
Taking a deep breath, she let the aromas fill her nostrils as she walked around a corner of the large stables. She was taken aback by a young man in the stable—who was masturbating! Becky gaped at his stiff cock, which stuck several inches out from his pants as he sat in the hay. Both gasped, and it was debatable who was more surprised.
“I… My name’s Colton. I used to date Aimee.”
A light bulb of recognition went off in Becky’s head. She knew of Colton, but had never met him.
“You’re the guy who she ditched because you didn’t want to wait until marriage to have sex?”
Colton nodded.
“You two were quite the thing, I remember. She was quite smitten with you. That doesn’t explain why you’re jacking off in the stable though,” Becky pointed out, scowling.
“No, it doesn’t,” Colton sighed.
“So? Out with it.”
“See, I was going to crash the wedding. Streak across it.”
“What? What for? You dumb-shit! What do you think will happen then? Someone will chase and catch you for sure.”
Colton shrugged.
“So what were you doing just now, priming the pump?”
“Yep. And trying to get myself drunk so I could actually pull it off.”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! And how’d you get in here? There’s a strict guest list and screening.”
“Hopped over a fence near the river.”
That explained his wet pants. Becky noticed how flippant he was about the idea, and grew concerned. The last thing she wanted was for a streaker to crash her niece’s wedding. How could she stop Colton from carrying out his plan?
A radical plan
An idea formed in her head. Becky hated to compromise her principles, but this was more important. She had to turn on the charm, make herself irresistible.
She bent over him, letting her boobs dangle in his face. Pulling the front of her dress down got Colton’s attention. Her nipples hardened; even this had made them stiff. She caught Colton staring at her nipples through her bra.
“You know, Aimee spoke highly of you. She told everyone how handsome you are, and what a great body you have.”
Colton perked up at that, and the sullen look left his face.
“You know, I got only a brief glimpse of your cock when I startled you. Would you mind showing it to me again?”
“Yeah, okay!”
He got up on his knees. Pubic hair stuck out of the top of his pants. Becky could make out the base of his cock below that. He pulled down his zipper and lowered his jeans. His stiffening rod bounced out as if spring-loaded.
“Oh,” Becky cooed. “That’s a nice one you have there. Too bad Aimee didn’t get to experience it.”
She licked her lips, a calculated move to make Colton stay. Becky knew she wasn’t a beauty like her niece. But she knew that most young men wouldn’t turn down free pussy either. Counting on this gave her hope.
The string quartet hired to play music for the ceremony started their performance. The sound, though not loud, carried into the stable.
It had been a long time since Becky had been laid. And Aimee and her mother were right—Colton was a cute hunk.
“Let’s go up to the hayloft,” Becky said, nodding her head in that direction.
As they climbed the ladder to the loft, she got a good look at Colton’s tight ass. She felt a hunger in her loins, knowing she’d soon be pulling that ass toward her. Hard.
Becky crawled toward Colton once they reached the loft.
This will be worth it, she told herself. I’ll get laid and save Aimee’s wedding. She pulled down Colton’s open jeans and gawked at his cock.
“Wow. It looks even better close up,” she said, pouring on the praise. “Do you mind if I kiss it?”
“No, I don’t mind,” Colton said.
Becky smelled his musky, manly scent as she came closer. His cock was big, almost seven inches long, and thick too. The smooth mushroom-shaped head shone like a ripe apple in its tautness. Assuming Aimee was a virgin as she suspected, she’d have a hard time getting that into her the first few times.
A languid lick of her tongue around the head of Colton’s cock made him moan. Becky noticed he lay with his head resting on his outstretched arm. His eyes closed. If she were to pull this off and the music had just started, she’d have to make this last.
Given young men’s lack of staying power, Becky hoped she could do it. She’d have to do this slowly. She pulled his shirt up, so she could get a better look at Colton’s tight abs. Around and around the bulbous head her tongue swished. Colton sighed.
Becky held his cock in her right hand and planted kisses on his lower belly and pubic mound. She grew bolder as she moved lower, going down the side of his groin to his inner thigh. Becky wasn’t that experienced, but she’d been around the bedroom a few times.
She went back to licking. His hairs stuck to her wet tongue as she snaked up toward his crotch. As she neared his balls, she changed course and moved to the other thigh.
Holding his cock out of the way, she approached his balls and touched her tongue to the wrinkly sac. Colton groaned. She hadn’t known a man who didn’t like a good ball massage, with hand or tongue.
Again, hairs clung to her tongue as it slid around his balls. She felt the delicate veins, the firm ovals within. And a wetness in her pussy.
As she slid her tongue up the base of his cock, the string quartet started playing the Wedding March. Becky hated to miss the ceremony, but she reassured herself that this was more important. Besides, at this point she was too busy going down on her niece’s ex-boyfriend.
Her tongue glided along the little ridge on the underside of his cock, feeling the tiny veins as it passed over. Then the tight skin at the base of the head, and the funny indentation there.
Becky’s mouth enveloped the head in as seductive a motion as she could. She reached for his balls, but stopped. It was best if she did one thing at a time; multitasking at this could make him cum sooner than she’d like. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of the spongy head filling her and mouth. Colton gasped with pleasure.
She slid her mouth slowly down the shaft, trying to count seconds with each quarter of an inch. Trying to breathe through her nose, she reached her limit of about five and a half inches. Hell, with such a lovely cock, and no idea when she’d swallow another, she went for more.
She closed her eyes tight and bore down as she tried to stuff more man-meat down her throat. Down, down, trying to relax and bear down at the same time—the two mentalities fought each other. Becky almost had it, could sense she had a half-inch or so to go. Colton groaned. And she gagged.
The reflex was too strong, and she let up fast. A long string of spit connected her mouth with his cock, which she broke with her finger. The Wedding March had stopped. That meant the ceremony was underway.
“I want you to do me doggie style,” she told Colton. “Especially since we’re in the hayloft.”
She scooted in the loft to a wooden beam that stretched high across. Kneeling before it, she lifted her dress around her waist and pulled off her panties. Then she reached up to grab the beam, got into position, and spread her legs wide.
“Come and get it,” she taunted, feeling her slit open wide.
Fuck, she was horny! No dildo or vibrator could do the job of a real cock, that’s for sure.
“Damn,” Colton said.
In a moment she felt the head of his cock at her entry. He pushed forward and then slid inside her easily. Becky moaned as she felt herself filled with warm, hard cock. Her pussy opened up for him as Colton slid deeper, and she held the beam tighter. Her knees chafed in the strands of hay, which wasn’t comfortable.
“Yeah, fill me,” she moaned
Colton grunted and found a rhythm.
“Yeah! Yeah!” Becky moaned softly as he rammed in and out of her.
Their hips slapped together and her ass jiggled with each thrust. Her head bobbed up and down—yes, this was what she needed. It had been far too long. He pounded into her for a couple more minutes.
Then they heard the return wedding march—she’d missed the wedding, but likely saved it.
“Slow, slow down,” Becky gasped. “I want you to last, not cum yet.”
He slowed his pace. She had to drag this on; she didn’t want to risk Colton carrying out his plan before everyone left for the reception. Anyway, the slower tempo was nice. Becky relished the feeling of his cock moving in and out of her depths.
“I can’t help it,” Colton moaned after a bit.
He picked up the pace again and pounded her, her hips shaking like Jell-O.
Colton pulled out fast, growled, and several jets of warm cum squirted on her. It coated in sticky droplets on her hips, her butt crack, and lower back.
Mission accomplished
Becky let herself drop on all fours from the beam. They remained strewn in the hay, bodies heaving and panting, for several minutes. Colton turned to look at her full on.
“Wait. You seduced me on purpose, didn’t you, so I wouldn’t crash Aimee’s wedding?”
“Um-hm,” she said nonchalantly as she adjusted her glasses. “I hope you don’t mind. I had a good time. And I happen to know you did too, judging from the mess you made.”
Colton looked down into the hay and sighed.
“I guess I should thank you, really. And not just for the fuck, either.”
“My pleasure,” she smiled. “A word to the wise, Colton: Don’t seek revenge on a woman who dumps you. Be a man about it.”
Colton didn’t answer as he pulled up his pants. Becky grabbed a fistful of hay and did the best she could to wipe the semen from her. Then she put on her panties and brought her dress down.
“Oops. You have a streak of cum on the back of your dress,” Colton said.
“Oh, shit, really? Wipe it off, will you?”
She got on all fours again, her ass sticking up in the air. Colton’s hand brushed against the juncture of her hip and thigh.
“I got most of it, but there’s still a wet spot. Sorry.”
“That’s a price you pay for having sex. Oh, well.”
She climbed down from hayloft and stared at Colton.
“Well? Don’t you think you should go back the way you came?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess I should,” he replied and then climbed down.
They stared at each other.
“All the way out, Colton. The reception is twenty minutes away at a country club. There’s no way you’ll be able to crash that.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Well, thanks for keeping me from doing what I’d come to do.”
He walked out of the stables, and Becky followed partway to make sure he headed toward the river. Confident that he headed in the right direction, she walked toward the main house on the estate.
Becky had conflicts about her actions. It went against her principles, to have sex with a stranger. But she’d saved her niece’s wedding from an embarrassing calamity, and her pussy was happy!
She’d also experienced a much younger man. Although she appreciated Colton’s enthusiasm, she preferred the skilled touch of an older man. She might try a fling with a younger man again someday—just to be sure.
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