Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 14:00:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Buttermilk Field Part Two

Buttermilk Field

Chapter Two. Richard gets rough.

It had been a year since Richard gave me a job growing, preparing and hand
making crisps. I felt so grateful that he had helped me out of debt in
giving me  employment.
But even more so that he and I had adapted so well as an intimate  couple
and I had come to love him extravagantly
He could never give me  enough of it and I always ached  to repel his
amazing high libido. We'd  spend gorgeous evening in front of the TV simply
loving each other to the  extreme, I loved the feel, scent and taste of his
gorgeous high voltage cock  which stood so proudly upright to receive my
spoiling. His balls were divine and  readily responded to my touch with a jerk
upwards of his cock pulsing in my  mouth, the more I squeezed and balled Richard
the more I felt it throb into my  tongue, which was absolutely a wonderfully
warm and riveting experience.
He'd sigh and moan and hold his breath as I felt him slightly push it into
my throat and when my lips felt the hair routes surrounding his
masculinity, I  knew I had sucked his seven inch cock to the full and felt it throb
into my  throat. I experienced just a little dribble as he pre-cum which
perfectly  lubricated its bulbous head for easier sucking.
I found out how to hold my  breath for six minutes so I could give Richard
a real good experience of feeling  his cock fuck my throat.
And when that was done he would let me relax and get  my breath back whilst
he gave me the same and it was beautiful. I could only get  such a hard on
with Richard, he had a way of frigging me in his mouth and  balling me as I
planted myself on all fours in preparation for his fuck. He'd  slip his face
under and between, still sucking my cock but working his fingers,
massaging my butt and rimming my hole which made for a beautiful sensation, then  he
prompted me to crouch down lower into his face and I felt him beautifully
suck and lick me up.
He murmured he loved to do that and made me promise that  I would forever
be all tight ass for him because he  would always want his  dose of it in his
face and I was glad to serve him regularly. I felt to be all  ass for
Richard was truly wonderful between all the hardworking in the potato  field and
often I felt him come up behind me, as I bent to pick up freshly  dug
potatoes, and there in the middle of Buttermilk Field I'd be fucked  for good
measure because he said he just couldn't wait till later.
It felt  good in the heat of the sun and we were well hidden beneath the
potato plants,  enough that he could get his stiff cock into me by laying
sideways and one of  the most wonderful things was being ass for him like that.
I simply loved the  feeling of it slip in and out of my hole. I closed my
eyes always when he fucked  me and felt my whole being melt into a wonderful
warm belonging, when I felt we  were as one, when he had me full length and I
felt his hot spunk dribble down  the inside of my thigh.
Afterwards he'd help me bag up saying that he had  gotten me behind in
production and we soon caught up.
He slapped my ass  telling me how divine I looked picking up potatoes in
my tight holed jeans  and how he just could not resist the temptation  to
fuck me there and  then.
I remember finishing the furrow allotted to me for the day, smelling of
his spunk on my face and in my mouth when, after his fuck of me I sucked him
off  and enjoyed the spurt of his warm cream in my throat. Out came the cola
to  quench the thirst  and I felt like a million dollars down under and all
over after my body had raved for him.
Then later, after dinner he'd want me  again. We worked and played hard and
when he wanted to take me in his blue silk  pyjamas I was soon ready to be
all ass for him again.
He really teased and  tantalised me and now I had reached the status of
having my picture on the crisp  packets I had produced, I do believe he worried
that some floozy would come and  take me away for herself.
He needn't have worried. He had all I ever wanted  and after our evening
sound fucking over the edge of the settee we showered and  frigged each other
awhile before getting down to some  real nice mutual  oral.
His lovely cock was lovely in my mouth and to tease his foreskin tight
back whilst I sucked his p-hole was divine, especially feeling him doing
likewise and I felt my cock pulsing to his deep, deep sucking and balling.
We  knew how to make it last. The climax when we both erupted was glorious
but we  wanted to make the foreplay last too, so we could both thoroughly
enjoy  discovery and exploration in finding those little small things about
each  other's sexuality. The Japanese rings Richard picked up from An Summers
were  perfect when suitable ringed and adjusted around the girth of a cock
and it was  fun placing them as well, he had also bought (Japanese again)
some various sized  anal vibrators which he was eager to try on me .
I was happy to do that as a  prelude to the real thing and enjoyed his
play, teasing them deep into my ass -  each with a different sound and vibration
which was really lovely, and when he  wanted me this way or that I gladly
obliged and so enjoyed him playing with me  like that.
"You ass was made for this David" he said plunging the biggest up  inside
me and I felt the stretch and the surge and I was wide open for him to  suck
and prosper his tongue into me after each plunge, the he lavished sucking
each vibrator after he'd fucked me with them, each giving a particular fruit
 flavour like strawberry and banana By the time he came to fuck me for real
bare  backed and on all fours I was well numbed. He had gotten himself so
worked up  and feverish for my ass that he really fucked me rough, grasping
the contours'  of my ass as he held tight  for a deep probing fuck with a
cock that seemed  twice the size than normal.
Then his face was into me again, then some more  energetic fucking, then
face, then fucks and he really had his meal of me,  sucking his lips
frantically like a mad animal.
Our relationship was changing  into something more. Something that I was
getting used to; yet something that  scared me a little.
Richard seemed like a time bomb waiting to explode and  having me in the
potato field was a regular thing.
Could I adjust to his ever  increasing hunger for me or would I have to
find a way to slow him down a  bit?

To Be Continued...