The sun beat down on the old barn as Jenna wiped sweat from her tits. At twenty-two she had been working the farm alone since her folks left for the city. Her cut-off shorts rode up her thick ass every time she bent over, and her tank top clung to her heavy tits with no bra underneath. She liked it that way. Made the work feel less lonely when her nipples brushed the fabric.
She was stacking bales when the new hand showed up. Mike was tall, broad, and already shirtless, sweat rolling down his chest. He watched her ass for a second too long before grabbing a bale.
“Need help with that?” he asked.
Jenna straightened up and turned, letting her tits bounce. “Depends how good you are at handling heavy loads.”
He smirked and stepped closer. “I’m real good at getting them where they need to go.”
She didn’t waste time. Jenna dropped to her knees in the straw and yanked his belt open. His cock sprang out thick and already half-hard. She wrapped both hands around it and licked the head, tasting salt and skin.
“Fuck yeah,” Mike grunted. “Suck that dick, farm girl.”
Jenna opened wide and took him deep, gagging when the head hit the back of her throat. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. She bobbed fast, slurping loudly, one hand pumping the base while the other squeezed his balls. Mike grabbed her ponytail and fucked her face, hips snapping forward.
“Take it all, you dirty little slut,” he growled.
She pulled off gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “Get on your back,” she ordered.
Mike lay on a bale. Jenna stripped off her shorts and climbed on, facing away so he could watch her ass. She grabbed his cock, lined it up, and sank down in one wet slide. Her pussy stretched around him, tight and dripping.
“Goddamn, you’re soaked,” he said, slapping her ass hard.
Jenna rode him rough, slamming down so her ass clapped against his thighs. Her tits bounced free as she ripped the tank top off. Mike reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while she fucked herself on his cock.
“Harder,” she moaned. “Pound this pussy.”
He flipped them fast, putting her on all fours on the bale. Mike drove back in from behind, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. The barn filled with the wet sound of his cock pounding her soaked cunt and her loud moans.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” Jenna begged. “Use that farm girl pussy.”
Mike grabbed her hips and hammered into her, sweat dripping off him onto her back. He reached under and pinched her nipples, twisting until she cried out.
Her pussy clenched around him.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasped.
“Come on my dick, bitch.”
Jenna’s whole body shook as she came, juices running down her thighs. Mike didn’t stop. He pulled out, spun her around, and shoved his cock back in her mouth. She tasted her own cream on him while he fucked her throat again.
“Swallow it,” he warned, then groaned and pumped thick ropes of cum down her throat. Jenna gulped every drop, licking him clean when he finally pulled out.
They lay there catching their breath in the hay. Jenna’s pussy still twitched, cum and spit drying on her skin.
Mike grinned. “Same time tomorrow?”
Jenna wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled. “Bring a friend next time. I got two holes that need filling.”
She stood, pulled her shorts back on without bothering to clean up, and went back to stacking bales like nothing happened. The sun was still high. Plenty of work left, and plenty more ways to get dirty before the day ended.
