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“Fuck, I hope it doesn't rain," Matt growled to himself as he pulled the straight truck into Ms. Meehan's driveway. It was a dumb thing to hope when the entire sky was a boiling gray of dark clouds, the thick of it hanging over the yonder trees like an anvil on a rope, ready to let plummet its payload, all cats and dogs. Rain was on the wind, the sound of the truck's engine being replaced by groaning trees and their murmuring branches. Stepping out of his truck he felt how much colder it was than when he'd left the farm. The grassy fields surrounding Ms. Meehan's property were in a toil, bowed by the growing breeze. He swore under his breath. [i]Better make it quick or else I'll be caught in this shit.[/i]

Matt jogged up the front porch, his heavy horse body thumping up the steps. A tan corduroy jacket and a Tennessee Titans cap were all he had to protect himself from the coming torrent. Work faded jeans and a red T-shirt covered the rest of his tall, muscular frame. He rang the doorbell, praying to God he wouldn't have to wait and ring it twice. A Mazda sedan was parked out front and he had texted her that he was on the way. [i]She's got to be here.[/i]

Fortunately, he heard footsteps coming to the door shortly before it flew open to reveal Ms. Meehan. Matt was surprised to see a zebra, a big one too. She managed to absorb nearly all of the doorway by the width of her hips and thighs. Heavy shoulders supported a shirt-stretching bosom replete with rivers of white and black. Skintight jeans were sucked into her figure as tightly as her own skin, the button of her fly ready to pop off and smack Matt where he stood. Plush, red-painted lips ran through the middle of a black muzzle. Her horse mane was manicured into a short but significant pompadour. Demandingly green eyes flashed at him when she smiled. “Hey there! You must be Matthew," she greeted in a sharp southern twang.

“Yes ma'am! I've got the grain here. Just needed to know where you wanted it."

She pointed a long-nailed finger behind her. “Yeah, just need them out back by the barn. You can pull the truck out back and unload them there." She looked towards the truck and frowned. “You're not by yourself, are you?"

[i]You would think I'd get some help, wouldn't you?[/i] “I am. It ain't no big deal. I can have the bags unloaded in maybe half an hour." [i]Though it'd be a helluva lot quicker with just one other guy. I hope Brock is enjoying his time back at the farm.[/i]

“Well, thank you, sugar, but it's gettin' ready to storm awfully hard. I don't want you caught out here when it hits."

[i]Neither do I.[/i] “That's alright! I drove all the way here. I can get it done. Just show me where the barn is, and I'll pull the truck 'round there and get it done for you." He didn't wait for her to object, making his retreat towards the steps for the truck, hoping she would follow.

She did, if reluctantly. “Well, alright. Just follow me. It ain't far."

Matt marched to the straight truck and climbed inside before starting the engine back up. [i]More than 30 bags. One guy. On a day when it's gonna be pissin' rainin'.[/i] He shook his head as he kicked the truck into drive. [i]Why didn't I say anything?[/i] Ms. Meehan stood in front of the truck and waved to see if he was ready. He gave the thumbs up, and she walked towards the back with her arms crossed in front of her to protect herself from the chilly wind. Matt pressed his boot to the gas very gently, lurching the truck forward off the driveway and onto the grass. There was a small incline leading to the barn, turning things arduous. One slight dip and the whole truck could topple over. [i]Slow. Slow. Slow.[/i] The truck climbed up the hill, Ms. Meehan having to stop and wait for him to get closer. He would flash another smile and a thumbs up, belying the anxiety of dragging a 13-ton truck his boss owned.

He made it to the top of the hill where he saw the barn, a small one-story building more comparable to a shed. The descent was just as risky, his foot now pasted to the brake pedal as the truck came down. Finally, they made it to even ground where Matt could maneuver the truck with its rear facing the barndoor. He exhaled deeply and relaxed his grip on the steering wheel. [i]Thank God. Why does today have to be so damn stressful?[/i] He hopped out of the cabin and saw Ms. Meehan opening the barn door to reveal sacks of unopened grain and a multitude of equipment. She didn't look anything like the farming type, but she clearly knew a thing or two. What she did with all that grain when there wasn't a sign of any crops was a mystery. Matt paid no mind. [i]At least I'm getting paid extra for this shit. If only it was enough for two men.[/i]

He came around to the back of the truck and opened it. Sacks of surplus corn were stacked in rows just in front of him, 34 to be exact. They were leftovers from the latest harvest, sold at a heavily discounted price. Almost all of it was too stale to eat. People who bought it would usually use it for growing, but that wasn't the case here.

“Just stack them with the others for me, darling," Ms. Meehan told him as he climbed into the back of the truck and hauled two sacks onto his shoulders. She caught the way his biceps would bulge when he curled his arms and how effortlessly he moved with two fifty-pound sacks. He would turn around and squat at the end of the truck bed before carefully lowering himself down, all with barely a grunt or a wheeze. She kept her eyes on him as he marched his way into her barn, unloaded the sacks, then repeated. “Look at you," she purred. “All big and strong."

Matt laughed as he climbed back onto the truck. He still had 32 more bags to go, 16 more trips. He was a strong guy, but he was also mortal. “You got to be in this line of work. Moving grain and equipment all day makes a man out of you, I'll tell you what." He hoisted two more sacks onto his shoulders and brought them back to the barn.

He walked past her, those meaty glutes grinding behind the seat of his jeans. “I can see that," said Ms. Meehan, watching greedily. “You sure you can move all them bags? I can call more help out here if you need it."

That sounded lovely, but as high as the workload was here, he still had some pride to hold onto. “Oh, that ain't necessary. I got it. Don't wanna drag someone else out here while the rain's fixin' to come down." [i]Something I should've said to Mr. Rodriguez when we scheduled this. [/i]

“Well, in that case you oughtta not be here either."

Matt laughed. “You might be right. I'll just get this done as quick as I can. I can work through the rain. It don't matter. It's the drivin' back part that has me worried."

“I wouldn't want to be caught in a storm either. You got to be back at a certain time?"

Matt dumped the two sacks he was carrying with a relieved sigh. He was about to answer “yeah" to the question before he thought about it. [i]Do I? I don't think we had any work today. Mr. Rodriguez didn't set anything up for me besides this, and I don't think they need the truck for anything.[/i] He turned to face her. “No, I don't think so. So long as I bring the truck back in one piece, I think I'll be fine."

“Then why don't you wait out the storm here? I don't want you drivin' out there while the weather's all crazy. You could get in an accident."

“Yeah, I thought about that." He walked past her and back into the truck. 30 more bags. 15 trips. Fatigue was already setting in. [i]I might have to shift to one at a time, but then I'll definitely be caught in the storm.[/i] He sighed and picked up two more bags, grunting this time. [i]This is going to suck.[/i] “I'll be fine. You can go inside. I'll tell you when this is done and when I'm heading out."

Ms. Meehan stayed where she was, arms crossed. “I think I'll stay right here and chit chat with you. Don't want you all by yourself out here when it might rain."

Matt just gritted his teeth through the effort and carried the sacks to the barn. No point in arguing. “Yes ma'am." He dropped the two bags off. [i]28 bags. More than 14 trips 'cause I know I'm gonna have to switch to one at a time.[/i] “If you don't mind me asking, what are you gonna do with all this? I was wondering because you don't have any fields for crops, it don't look like."

Ms. Meehan grinned. “You're right. I don't grow crops. I make whiskey."

Matt lifted his eyebrows. “You're kidding."

She shook her head. “No sir. Got a distillery in the basement in the house. It's all permitted and legal. You're more than welcome to a sip or two when you're done, or right now if you're extra thirsty."

Some whiskey sounded killer now that he was growing tired and the winds were kicking up. A glance at the sky showed how close the approaching black cumulonimbus was. Some time inside sipping on some fine whiskey served by a pretty lady beat the hell out of unloading corn out of a truck by himself.

And yet his masculinity got the better of him still. “That's fine, thank you. Though you gotta tell me what brand you distill for. Might buy me a bottle if I see it."

She smiled, undeterred by his polite rejection. “Meehan Whiskey. My grand daddy's brand. I own it now. I distill for my own brand, nobody else's."

That impressed the hell out of Matt. “Oh damn. I think I've seen that, actually. You do it all by yourself?"

“Well, no. I do get help here when it's season. Plus, I own two other distilleries."

That made much more sense. “Oh."

“Come inside and I can give you a bottle. On the house. Consider it an added thanks for your troubles. I hope they're giving you what's proper for all this work."

He'd just unloaded another pair of sacks. He was down to 24 now. Even in the windy cold he had broken out a sweat. He peeled his jacket off, leaving his shirt to cover that heavily chiseled torso of his, one that made Ms. Meehan's tail flick behind her. Even better was when he pulled the front of his shirt up to wipe his forehead, unveiling a shredded set of washboard abs.

“You know, I am getting paid extra for this, but only enough for one person when this is definitely a two-man job."

“Oh, sugar, they didn't."

“They damn sure did." He walked to the truck without looking at her, a bitter expression on his face. “Regret not speakin' up about it." He climbed into the back of the truck one more time to gather another pair of bags. He could tell this would be the last time already that he would carry two at a time. [i]22 more after this. 22 trips. [/i]

“Well, then you better come inside with me and take a load off. No point in driving back through a storm after you tuckered yourself out doin' all this. It ain't right. It ain't safe."

“No, it's not." One more trip out of the truck and into the barn was made before the heavens broke at last. In the first second it was a just a drizzle before the drops turned heavy and hard, pummeling the two of them and the surrounding fields with a crescendoing roar of rain drops. Ms. Meehan let out a small shout. She was caught in the very middle of it, several feet away from the sanctuary of the barn. She came running to the doors where Matt was, breasts bouncing wildly as her massively thick legs pumped hard. Matt thought she would come to a stop inside the barn, so it came as a surprise when she grabbed him by the forearm and forcibly yanked him out into the open, dragging him towards the house. Matt's eyes went round as he came straight into the still-increasing downpour. They charged right past the truck and crawled up the incline of the hill. “[i]Wait![/i]" he shouted at her. “[i]The truck![/i]"

She either didn't hear him or straight up ignored him as she made the slog up the incline to her house. The rain was close to its heaviest now, reaching its peak at the same moment the pair were on the patio. Matt was terrified that the sliding door wouldn't open when she grabbed the handle, but fortunately it flew aside with a heavy jerk, and the two of them piled inside. Matt hooted as his shirt was dark with water and stuck to his torso. His jeans sagged while water sloshed in his boots. Drips fell off his every facet. Luckily, he was smiling, surprised to the point of amusement by her sudden charge up the hill like some soldier.

“We were in the barn!" he said, laughing. He turned around to see her catching her breath beside the sliding door, equally soaked as him. Her hairdo was constellated with rain droplets. The cold had stiffened her nipples into her bra and shirt, now see through from the water. Matt fought hard not to look at them. She caught him when he did. It was OK. She wanted to look.

“I wasn't gonna… stay outside… in that damn barn," she huffed.

“We could've taken the truck."

“Ah, I'm sorry sweety… I just reacted… I wasn't thinkin'."

Matt chuckled. It's alright. I had fun. Is the barn OK with the door open?"

“It is. Is the truck?"

“The truck, yeah. The corn, maybe not."

She waved it off, still panting. “Ain't no rain gonna hurt it none."

“You sure? You might have to dry it off to stop it from moldin' up."

“I can do that. I ain't sending you back out there, not after I dragged you ass all the way up here."

He laughed. “I appreciate it." Looking around he noticed that they were in the kitchen-dining room. Everything was appropriately southern styled, everything being either wooden or made of cast iron. A clock in the shape of Tennessee hung on the wall, clicking away each second. An island counter was at the center of the kitchen with a table and many chairs nearby in the dining room. The living room and the foyer were just across from them, altogether a very spacious house with luxuries Matt could get comfortable with. Unsurprisingly, he saw a tall liquor cabinet decked with various whiskeys and brandies all bearing Ms. Meehan's name.

“Here, sweety. You take them boots off and have a seat here," she said while pulling a dining chair out from the table. “Sorry I dragged you in here. That was dumb of me. I wasn't thinking."

“Oh, it's alright. I said I had fun." Matt sat down and pulled his feet out of his boots. With his socks sagging off his toes they had to be pulled off too.

“I'll go upstairs and fetch you some towels. I can take your clothes and throw them in the dryer too," she suggested calmly.

“Oh, um… You don't have to." The image of him in just his underwear with her warmed him up a bit. [i]Relax. [/i]

She smiled. “I'm teasing you, sweety. Let me get you a blanket real quick." She went to the living room and picked up a massive faux fur blanket that she delicately laid over him. The massive canyon of her stripe-rippled cleavage loomed close to his face. “Don't worry about getting it wet. That thing's cheap. Just keep yourself warm." She sounded like his mother when he was sick. He wasn't complaining, not when he clung to the blanket for its warmth and softness.

“Thank you. That's… mighty kind of you." She smiled at him sweetly, then made her way upstairs to fetch some towels. Matt swaddled the blanket around himself tighter. [i]Well, this ain't how I saw tonight going.[/i] He'd been bitching and moaning to himself about how unfair the job was on the way here. Now that he was huddled up in a blanket, soaking wet in the lady's kitchen with the job not even half done, he didn't know what the hell to think. He appreciated the hospitality, but it felt forced, somehow. If she really wanted to protect him from the rain, why didn't she bring him to the truck? It was awfully nice of her to offer her blanket, though the way she had laid it on him was maybe a bit [i]too[/i] nice.

Breaking his chain of thought was a sudden flash of lighting from outside. Seconds later thunder rattled the house. Matt looked over his shoulder and saw a veritable sheet of rain falling straight down. The patio was flooded, each drop hitting the water and blowing out. He could barely see the truck and the barn through such a thick downpour. With a blanket around him, he could at least thank his lucky stars that he wasn't out there.

He heard Ms. Meehan coming downstairs as he watched the storm coming down. Turning around, he saw her approaching him with a stack of fluffy white towels in her arms. She'd replaced her wet clothes with a plush robe that was only loosely tied around the waist. Her pompadour had been undone and was cocooned by a towel that sat on her head like a flimsy pyramid. The only thing that remained of her outfit was the bright red lipstick that illuminated her smile. “Here you go, sugar," she said as she laid the towels in Matt's lap. “Get yourself nice and dry with them." The towels came out from in front of her chest, exposing an awesome amount of bosom kept from full exposure only by the flaps of her robe. Had they opened just a smidge wider he would've seen the outer rim of her areolas.

The effort required not to stare was colossal. Every other moment he would fail, his gaze falling smack into that wondrously deep canyon of black and white. [i]I wonder how warm it is in there.[/i] He pushed the thought away and stood up holding the towels. “Is there a bathroom down here I can dry off and wring my clothes in?"

She pointed down the hall. “Second on your right. You sure you don't wanna take 'em off right here? I won't mind. You're an awfully handsome man," she toned while drifting her sharp emerald eyes up and down his fit torso. “I'd like to see more."

[i]I'd like to see more of you too,[/i] the imp on his shoulder urged him to say. The angel on the other side called her a creep and was adamant that such “jokes" weren't funny. Regardless, Matt smiled and chuckled. “I appreciate it. Think I'll use the bathroom if that's alright."

Ms. Meehan just smiled and nodded. “Go right on ahead."

Matt brought the towels to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Part of him thought maybe he should lock it so that she didn't come barging in asking if he needed anything else. Pushing his paranoia aside he took his clothes off and dried himself with the towels. There wasn't too much water to wring out of his shirt and pants, but enough that a few drops plipped into the bathtub when he did. [i]Don't suppose she has any men's clothes for me to put on. I wouldn't mind putting on a lady's robe. Maybe I should've asked.[/i] There was a recurring theme with him if there ever was one. Never asking for things when he should've. [i]Can I bring someone along with me? Can you pay me more? You got any men's clothes? Are you down to fuck or am I just crazy?[/i] The latter he could forgive himself for not asking, though a bigger and bigger part of him was convinced the answer was a massive 'yes'.

He put his clothes back on feeling much drier but still a little moist. Coming back into the hallway towards the kitchen he announced, “Hey, I left the two towels on the counter 'cause I didn't see a hamper. If you want them-“ He was brought to a halt by the sight of Ms. Meehan in the living room, laid across one long, black leather sofa. Cradled in one hand was a glass of whiskey on the rocks. Her titanic breasts were stacked on top of each other, covered by her robe only loosely. The bottom was hiked up her thighs, riding just below the bottom swell of her ass. On the coffee table in front of her was a bottle of corn whiskey and a glass with three fat ice cubes in it.

“That's alright, sugar," purred the sultry zebra. “You can leave 'em right there. Why don't you come here and join me on the couch?"

That about shattered what was left of Matt's doubt. The angel on his shoulder had gone tumbling down his back. Only the imp remained. It jabbed him in the back of his ear with its pitchfork, demanding him to oblige his hostess's request. The angel could not assume its position back on his shoulder before he came into the living room with a smile. “Why, that seems nice."

She smiled back. “It does, doesn't it?" She sat upright to make room for him. There was a brief moment when the bell of her robe did not fall down her leg as she shifted, offering Matt a brief but open view of her lower buttock. She saw his eyes dart there. Flattery blossomed in her chest. She rubbed the seat cushion next to her. “Take a load off. You earned it."

“Why, thank you." Matt sat down next to her. “Mind if I help myself to a glass?"

“Please, allow me." She put hers down to uncork the bottle. [i]Thoomp![/i] She poured the dark amber liquid into the glass. It splashed around the crystal and cubes up to about two fingers, enough for a slight buzz. She pulled the bottle and looked at him. “More?"

“That's just fine," he said, taking the glass and having a sip. It was strong stuff, singing him from his lips to his tummy where he felt it settle like a blooming campfire. It was much needed respite from the wet cold. He winced and gave a satisfied hoot. “[i]Hoo,[/i] that's good stuff."

“I'm glad you like it. Recipe's coming up on a century old. We ain't big like Jim Bean, but we don't need to be. We please enough folks as it is. Strapping working men like yourself." She took a small sip, those vivid red lips latching to the rim of her glass, sharp green eyes locked on him and the contours of his inner pecs.

“Well, we certainly appreciate it. Family liquors like yours keep the workin' man runnin'. I know where I'll buy mine from now on." He took another sip.

“And I'll know where I'll buy my corn from now on."

Matt scoffed. “Won't be from me. I just work for the guy."

“Well, I'll be sure to ask for the same cute delivery boy every time."

The angel was back on his shoulder, hollering at him that this was highly inappropriate, that he had a job to do, that his parents and boss would lose their minds if they found out. This was the same angel that screamed at him when he and his buddies ran a train on Carmella and when he'd started having sex with the milk gals back at the ranch. Just like those other times, the angel went ignored. “Sounds like a lucky guy, gettin' to see the same sexy momma every time." His fear that that was too raunchy was relieved when she smiled brightly and laughed.

“You're too sweet, sugar. Ain't a man say something that nice to me in a long time." The hand not holding her glass drifted down her chest and hooked a finger into the robe. The curtain was pulled aside, showing more of that exotic labyrinth of black and white and just a sliver of studded black nipple. “Ain't a man done nothin' to me in a long time neither."

Matt's heart was in a fury. His penis started to harden against his jeans, stifling what was the beginnings of a very, very big erection. “Ain't a woman as pretty as you done nothing to me in… well, ever."

“Oh yeah?"

Matt shook his head. “Nope. Never."

She didn't say anything. The finger pulling at her robe fell down to the tie and pulled the knot apart. Open was her last bit of clothing, soon split so that he could see the beautifully thick belly where the ends of her many black and white stripes ended on her smooth, tan belly. Those huge tits were on full display now, hung from her chest so heavily, their enormous black areolas staring back at him. At the deep of her womanly trunk was her chalice, hidden between her thighs and marked by a curly thatch of black crotch hair. She pulled at the towel on her head, revealing the wet mop that was her mane spilling around her head. She eyed him saucily. “Well, sugar. There's a first for everything."

The angel had gone silent, vanquished. So had the imp, needing to persuade no more. His eyes traveled her greedily, adoring everything so much that not one facet of her beauty could claim the most of his attention. “Goddamn, Ms. Meehan," he huffed.

“Please, sweety. Call me Megan."

“Megan, OK. Sorry."

“It's alright. Never told you. I suppose that means we never met properly. What's your name, sugar?"

“Matthew. You can call me Matt."

“Hi there, Matt." She sat upright and shrugged her robe off, leaving her completely in the nude. “My name's Megan."

Matt rolled his jaw a little before sitting upright with her and peeling his shirt up and off his head, leaving his own wonderfully crafted torso out for her to enjoy. “Very nice to meet you, Megan."

The smile on her face grew wide, the white of her teeth standing brightly amidst her blackened snout. “Likewise." She then scooted up to him, closed her eyes, and kissed him on the lips. He kissed her back, both hands going to her sides and holding her while the two commenced a deep locking of the lips. The sound of smooches smacked through the living room, running along their deep breaths and heavy purrs. A touch starved Megan grabbed both his wrists and firmly planted his hands on her tits. He needed no further urging, giving both those cumbersome jugs a hearty squeeze and lift. So heavy and full. The nipples tickled his palm as he kneaded the dough they were attached to. A few deep moans rolled into his mouth as they continued to maul each other's lips. Her womanhood was on fire.

His member was no less enraged, scraping itself on the inside of his boxers and choking itself on the surrounding denim. It distracted him from the softness of her mouth and made his eyes frown. He needed freedom, but with his hands latched so loyally to her bosom he had no hope of liberating himself. Megan came to the rescue. Both hands fell into his lap and made quick work of his fly. The flaps all but flew off his swelling bulge, leaving the checkered pattern of his boxers to rise like a souffle over his expanding cock. She laid her hand on it, savoring its density. Her fingers hooked into the waistband and pulled it down to relieve him. Out flopped his pole, partially sagged but free to advance into full staff.

Megan put her hand around it. Hot, turgid flesh buzzing to life was squeezed in her grasp. She couldn't believe what she was holding was really that big until she creaked one eye open to see it. Growing from Matt's lap was a tower of black horse meat, thick and heavy, broad at the flare still unburst. Her eyes went wide. She ran her hand across its length, quite the journey even though he was still getting hard. That smooth, leathery texture of hot dick skin thrummed against her palm, those many cock veins and a whopping intermediary ring bumping against her as she started to stroke him. He was erect in short order, a pillar of masculinity like she'd never seen on a man. She had to peel her mouth off him to comment. “Good Lord, boy. Got a fuckin' cannon on you."

Matt chuckled modestly. “Glad you like it, momma. I'm a horse, after all. Shouldn't be no surprise."

“Sugar, I told you it's been a while."

“I know, I know. Why don't you get reoriented? Make up for lost time."

A purr rolled through her chest. “I think I will." A gentle hand came to his chest and eased him to sit back on the couch. He did so gladly while pulling his pants and underwear further down his legs, letting out the obese, charcoal colored purse that was his sack. Two, massive eggs sat snug within, the surrounding skin shriveled by the cold. They would be heating up very quickly, both because he would be naked soon and a hot lady was about to make love with him.

Megan knelt parallel with him and bent over his lap, face hovering over his cock summit. She aimed it up with both hands and gave it several long jerks. “God, it's wonderful. I almost don't know what to do with it."

“Do what comes naturally," he told her. “Show me how much you've been missing a man like me."

That much could be deciphered by how wet her pussy was, thrown into a ferocious heat by the man she paid tribute to with her hands in deft fashion. It wasn't enough. Her long horse snout came down and kissed the underside of his glans, right where that sensitive notch of boy nerves lay. Her lips made a loud smooching noise, one that was followed by several more across his equine length. Soon an entire row of rosy kiss marks were stained across his obelisk with only a spare amount of unpainted skin between. Matt let out a heavy sigh, his head lurching back over the couch cushions. Just looking at her pretty face dash up and down his pecker was a mighty pleasure. To feel her sweet kisses was something else entirely. He laid a hand on her wet hair, grasping at it lightly and encouraging a more assertive application of her mouth.

“Mmf, so big…" A dash of kisses fell down his bulging cock muscle until she was at the root where his balls lay. Her snout buried itself in between his nads. Warm, masculine flesh coddled her nostrils, carrying with it that wonderful man smell. She took a deep breath. [i]Sniffffffff.[/i] The following exhale was a deep groan. “Mmmmm, oh my God."

Matt chuckled. “Enjoying yourself down there?"

“Oh, like you wouldn't believe, sugar." She made another ascent to his summit where a few more kisses landed on his cock slit before finally she opened her maw and closed it around the head. “[i]Ulf…[/i]" Soaking mouth flesh coddled him at his most precious part, spiking his pleasure and eliciting a throb of his floor muscle. The stallion swore under his breath and bled forth a glob of precum into her mouth. With her pretty red lips locked to the shape of his fuck stick she made the first plummet, absorbing most of it until she was stopped by a soft gag. “[i]Ulk![/i]"

It was pure bliss for Matt, doing away with the last of his chills. The dash through the storm was but a distant memory. Even the flash and roar of the storm outside had been blocked out thanks to the woman choking on his dick. “Keep doin' that, momma. Ahhh, I love it."

So did she, the mass of meat throbbing atop her tongue pouring fuel on the fire between her thighs. Her tail did a happy flick once she began bobbing on him. More purrs rolled through her nose as she made his whole shaft glisten in slobber. Rude suction noises would rip whenever she pulled her head up and broke the seal between her mouth and his cock. She cupped his balls in one hand, rolling them between her fingers and thumbing at the doughy space between them. She did a good job; Matt's huffs and groans told her as much.

“Oh fuck. Yeah, that's it." The happy flick of her tail drew his eyes to her massive rump. He laid his hand on it, grabbing hold of a large, doughy chunk. A brief massage was given before his fingers glided towards her crack and slipped inside, finding her puffy donut and the bottom corner of her pussy lips. Poor woman was absolutely soaked, those chunky cunt lips gaped and sobbing a hot flow of juice. Matt prodded his middle finger into it, earning a muffled chirp out of her. When he pulled his hand out it brought with it a long, thin strand of her treasure. When it broke a stalactite of it swung from the tip of his finger which he rubbed on his thumb. “Man, you weren't kidding. It [i]has[/i] been a minute for you, hasn't it? Mmph…" As if the intensity of her blowjob wasn't sign enough.

It neared the end once Matt's face started to wince. “Ah, shit. Ahhh, I'm about to cum. Hahhhh, I'm close." Those were the words Megan wanted to hear. The pace of her head bobs did not slow or quicken, ensuring an even ride for the rest of the way. His face started to scrunch. The grip on her ass tightened. “[i]Ah shit! Haaaaahhhhhhhhhh~![/i]" He broke into climax with a loud grunt and a powerful eruption. The first rope struck her in the back of the throat, an event expected but not prepared for. She made a hasty retreat to his summit and suckled hard, the brunt of her mouth pressure falling around that supremely sensitive nerve spot. She jerked one hand across his pole, urging a more ardent throb and strong delivery, each rope hitting the back of her mouth full force. Brain alight with good feeling, Matt slumped back on the couch, panting. “Ah shit. Huhhhh, fuck. That was great. Wow."

Megan pulled her maw free, lips sealed tight to hold back the mighty load he'd bestowed her with. It was put away with a hearty gulp, thickish man nectar settling in her tummy and dissipating its warmth like the whiskey she'd just had. Not a drop of it was left on his cock or her mouth, though they were both coated in her spit. She wiped her lips with the back of her wrist and smiled at him. “I take it you enjoyed that."

He laughed weakly. “As a matter of fact, I did."

“I'm glad. I'm hopin' you got some left for me, 'cause I ain't done with you just yet."

“Oh, I'm fit to spare a couple more rounds. Don't you worry, momma."

“Good." She grabbed his hand. “Follow me, sugar. I think the bedroom's a better place for what we're tryin' to do."

“Lead the way."

Megan pulled him from the couch. After a brief lull where he let his pants and underwear crumple to the floor, he followed her to the foyer and up the stairs where he was granted the best view yet of her posterior as it grinded and wobbled with every step. He could see the pink crease that lay at the bottom of her crack. More than an arm's length away his nostrils burned with her arousal, a stink pleasant as it was strong. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall, that sweet country style Matt liked defining it from end to end. Inside was her enormous king bed, a platform of plush white sheets and huge pillows. She let go of his hand to mount it on her fours, all that ass aimed at him deliberately. While she casually pulled the pillows off the bed he noticed her cunt again. To his shock, he saw it moving. Those thick black lips were opening and closing at a steady rhythm, flashing the pink within before shutting. Open, close. Open, close. Open, close. Hanging from it all was another glassy strand of thickish arousal, one that drooled all the way to the sheet between her shins. Matt liked to think he was intimately familiar with the intricacies of the opposite sex, and yet he'd never quite seen anything like this.

Once the pillows were gone, she looked over her shoulder at him and caught him staring. “My pussy doing tricks for you?"

“Uh, yeah."

“That's 'cause you got me so damn hot," she said, rubbing her fingers through that wet, winking crease. “A stud like you shoulda seen this on a horse girl by now."

“Uh, well…" He laughed awkwardly. “This might sound bad, but I've never actually done it with another horse. Cows, mostly." [i]And a human, but I don't think you wanna know that. [/i]

“Ohhh, that's alright, sweety. Come over here n' find out what you've been missin' out on." The suggestion was emphasized with a wide spread of her pussy lips using her two fingers, letting loose an even thicker column of moisture fell to the sheet in a dragging ooze.

Matt's penis, half limp, did a little bounce. “Yes ma'am~" He sauntered over to the mattress and climbed on so he could kneel behind her, that gargantuan ass waiting for him with its zebra tail cocked up. Her pussy was still moving for him. Open, close. Open, close. Open, close. Immediately above was her puffy, black donut, a clotted pucker that twitched with her still-escalating arousal. The Jovian hemispheres of horse haunch flanking them were the most beautiful, inviting him to rub his hands across their surface one more time. He did so in long, curving strokes. The soft whisper of her fur and their consistency like heavy dough was a shot of happy chemicals right to the brain. “Damn," he huffed. “You're a whole lot of woman, momma. You know that?"

Megan purred. She pushed her ass back onto his lap where she felt his drooping penis burn against the underside of her thighs. “And you're an awful lot of man. God, I want you inside me so bad." Her tone ached with the need of a woman in the most furious of heats.

Matt gave both her cheeks a nice, big squeeze, hotdogging them around his shaft. “Just give me a minute, momma. Imma be ready for you real shortly." He reached for his penis and pulled it up so he could lay it along her crack. It fell on her with an audible [i]plap,[/i] sending a ripple through her soft booty flesh. She was happy to grind on it, rolling her hips and pivoting his pole around while he continued to massage her giant hindquarters. He was back to full size eventually, that proud pillar of black masculinity standing along the center of her buttocks like a flag atop a mountain. Just it sitting there made the zebra shudder.

“Go ahead and fuck me, big boy," she cooed at him. “Fuck me now."

He nodded. “Yes ma'am." He took hold of his penis and brought himself backwards so that he could aim it at her slavering flower. With a slight push he introduced himself to her sex pot, bridging the distance with heavy and hard horse flesh ready to let rip again and breed her stupid. Her much more delicate womanhood caved in with a [i]skwish[/i], then slowly began to gape until it had swallowed the flare.

A violent shudder rolled through her. A haughty sigh blew out of her gaped mouth. “Oh my God…" He burrowed his way inside her burning, wet tightness to its very depths. From the vulva to her womb she was stretched, quivering around that sturdy battering ram, milking him for an intense pleasure that resided in them both. “[i]Oh… Oh… Oh… Huhhh… Oh God… Matt, sweety… Mmmm…[/i]"

Matt handled it just as well, unwilling to pull back just yet because she was so tight. He felt her every tremble and clench, each one radiating with the need built from her bout of abstinence. He swam his hand around her back just to keep himself together. “Fuck, momma. Ahhhh, shit. That feels fucking fine right there. Holy shit."

Megan moaned softly and wiggled her hips on him. “[i]I know it does, sugar. Ohhh… It feels good for me too. Mmmm…[/i]"

He let out a laugh. “And I ain't even fuckin' you yet."

“[i]Well, why don't you get started? Ain't gonna get nothin' done just… Hahhh… just sittin' there soakin'.[/i]"

“I know momma. Mmph. You're just too damn tight, I love it."

A happy murr as she pressed her ass more firmly on him, flattening the cheeks on his pelvis a little. “[i]Fuck me and I'll get even tighter. Come on, now. Momma doesn't like to wait. Huhhh…[/i]"

“Yes ma'am." He established a firm grip on the upper slopes of her hips before pulling back and withdrawing most of his cunt-glazed cock. It pleased him just to watch it slide out of her, that onyx shaft choked by her pussy lips. The moment he saw them bulge on his flare he thrusted forward back down to the hilt. [i]Shhhhhp![/i] He wasted no time leaning into the next one and setting forth on a cadence steady and strong. [i]Shup. Shup. Shup. Shup. Shup. [/i]

“[i]Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck![/i]" squawked Megan. “[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Ohh God…[/i]" Her head slumped down between her two arms, her wet locks and huge tits swaying to the beat of his thrusts. She felt his every plunge across her entirety like he was fucking her to the very core. Such an intense bodily bliss stormed across her body, weakening the muscles and forcing her to emote so theatrically. “[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Ohhhh, yes! Yes, Matt. Huhhhhhh…[/i]"

Hearing who he perceived to be such a strong woman crying out with joy was incredible. Such a smart and sassy specimen was a pleasure just to look. To plow into her chalice and deliver such great pleasure was the ultimate narcotic. “Yeah, momma. Mmm. Tell me how much you love this dick. Hahhh. Been too long since you had a good one like this."

Some laughter in the middle of her moaning. “[i]Hahahahhhh… Huhhh… Never… Huhhh… Never this good. Oh my God… Ohhhhh…[/i]"

Matt's jaw was clenched. A few moans of his own would seep through his nose. The heavenly grip of her pussy rang throughout his entire lower body, enough to make him weak in the legs. “Hahhh… Me neither… Hooooly shit… Hahhh…"

Megan's face and chest slumped down to the mattress, the strength having been sapped from her arms. She clutched at the bed sheets at the flanks of her head, mouth agape, expression contorted with joy. “[i]Ohhh fuck! Huhhhh, I think I'm gonna cum! Huhhh, yes! Huhhh! I'm close! Harder, sugar! Harder![/i]"

Matt obeyed at once, his hips flying back with such speed that his balls swung out from between his thighs and then crashed into her full force. Powering each thrust were the clenches of his stony glutes, each one dimpling his round, brown buttocks. [i]PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP![/i] The bed rocked beneath them hard enough to squeak on its frame. He flared his nostrils and snarled his lips, the effort burning at his muscles. The reward was soon upon him, another climax building and ready to explode. “Hahhh… I'm cumming too. Hahhh… [i]Hahhhh! Close![/i]"

“[i]Huhhh. Huhhh. Huhhh. Yes… Matt. Cum inside me. Yes. Yes. Huhhhhh! Yes! Oh fuck! I'm cumming! Huhhh! Huhhhh! HUHHHHH![/i]" Her orgasm crashed into her full force, the pitch of her voice rocketing into its highest octave at the same time her lower body started to spasm. “[i]HEEEEUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!![/i]"

The resulting contractions threw him over the edge right after her. “[i]Huhhh! Fuck! Cumming![/i]" At the peak of his ecstasy, his humps started to slow, though his vehemence did not die until he was already spewing seed into her womb. “[i]HHHHRRRNNNGGGHHH~~~!!![/i]" His cock blew unto her another load, thick and potent. In just the first few squirts she was completely filled, his thickish ivory squirting through the rest of her quim and then out the sorely stretched lips still clinging to his fuckstick. “[i]Fuck![/i] Huhhh… Huhhh… Oh God…"

Megan was shaking hard, the aftershock still ringing through her like she couldn't believe. She'd lost virtually all control in her legs, their rapid twitches without stop. “[i]Ohhh… Ohhh… Oh God. Oh fuck. Huhhh…[/i]" Matt let go of her, and she collapsed forward so that she was laying down, turned on one side slightly. Matt's cock slipped out soaked in both their sex product. Even as it started to droop it looked as proud as ever. The woman in front of it was in even better condition, trembling and whimpering mess that she was. She squirmed and writhed in place, one hand pulling at her buttock while the other clawed at the sheets. Horse cum gobbed out of her pussy with a sick belch and oozed down her buttock. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Hohhhhhh fuck… Yes… Huhhhh… It won't stop… I can't stop…" She let out a shaky laugh, and Matt laughed with her.

“That good, momma?" He could say the same. Pure delight glowed in his loins, ready to stay there for the next few hours. Lord only knew how good Megan felt.

She grew still after a little while, panting hard with a very satisfied smile on her face. “Oh my~ Matt, sugar, ohhhhhhhhh that was wonderful. Mmmmmm~"

“I thought so too, momma. Love helpin' out a pretty woman like yourself."

“Mmm, you really did. Huhhh… I haven't cum like that in years, and never on a man. Fuck." She rolled over on her back and propped herself up on her arms. Her feminism was gnarled into a slight gape, sexual gruel having glazed the flesh immediately around it. His seed was smeared across her entire nether region. It darkened the sheets where it had puddled. She looked up at him with those seductive eyes, her most beautiful aspect even when including everything else. “Got another one in you? Fuck, I could go for hours."

“Hours? Hours sounds nice, but I just got done haulin' corn sacks and fuckin' a big zebra. I can shoot you another but sorry if I can't put as much energy in as I just did."

“You don't got to, sugar. Momma knows how to ride a horse."

“Oh, well that sounds just lovely."

She rubbed the space on the bed next to her. “Lay down, sweetheart. You earned it."

[i]Damn right I have.[/i] He laid down on his back, arms resting at the sides of his head lazily. His view of the ceiling was absorbed by a gorgeous zebra who came to straddle his thighs and lay her hands on his abs. She ran her fingers through the many lines that defined his musculature, delighted to find it dense and warm like marble that had been left in the sun. That huge butt of hers sat on his cock, currently soft but stiffening once again. Slow, loving humps brought him back to life while he helped himself to her hanging breasts.

“My, my, you are so pretty," he said to her. “Has anyone ever told you that?"

She feigned some modesty with a cute smile. “Just a few times. It sounds awfully sweet coming from a big dicked stud such as yourself."

He laughed. “And from a girl like you so does that. Nnf. Forget deliveries. Think I might come over and visit whenever the two of us are fixin' for some company. How does that sound?"

“Mmmm, that sounds heavenly."

“Yeah, I think so too."

Just a few moments later he was hard again, his sensitive dick skin chafing between her cheeks. She wasted no time, pulling herself up to her feet and then grabbing his pillar so that she could aim it at her cunt. She squatted on him, that sweet cavity gripping him as it made the long journey down to his balls.

Megan swooned. “Ohhhh, Matt, sugar."

He let out a groaning sigh through his nose. “Mmmm, Megan. That feels good."

“Yes it does," she concurred. “Yes it does." She rode him for a long time, going slow so that they could both enjoy each other. The bedroom was rife with her song of joy, that and the ongoing percussion of the rain and the more distant crack of thunder. The storm and every other one of the day's many trivialities had been forgotten, memories wiped clean by each other's kind affirmations and bodily embrace. Passions flared and so did Megan's. She announced her climax with a loud siren, as did the man she rode in harmony with her. Her womanhood full, his balls empty, Megan slumped atop him with her chin resting on his shoulder.

Both were panting and doused in sweat. Matt's spent cock sloughed out of her cunt, closely followed by another fat slug of his nectar. Megan shook like a leaf, the aftershock lingering. Matt spoke while he still fought to catch his breath. “Damn… Goddamn… Huhhh… Today was… Hahhh… Awesome."

Megan chuckled. She lifted her head to smile down at him. “Aren't you glad they sent you here on a stormy day?"

“Oh yeah, and that they sent me by myself."

Her hand rubbed a circle in his chest. “Oh sweety. You bein' with another fellow wouldn't have stopped none of this. It'd have just meant I'd have double the studs to fuck me."

His face lit up with surprise before he started to laugh. “Well, too bad I didn't have help then. Though, if you don't mind, I think I'll keep this a secret from my coworkers so I can have you to myself."

“Why, I think that's just fine, sugar." Then she kissed him on the lips and laid her head on his chest.

Matt looked out the window and into the storm. Though it had eased from its most torrential, it was still significant, and there was an open truck bed out there full of corn getting wet. Though there wasn't an exact time he had to be back, Mr. Rodriguez expected him by the end of the day at least. The angel was back at his ear, telling him that the fun was over. Time to do his job. But of course, there was a woman snoozing atop him. It would have been rude to rouse her, and he didn't need an imp to tell him how warm and safe he felt beneath her. No, he was fine right here. The farm could wait.

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