Annie’s face showed the discomfort and anguish as the man fucked her ass. She started making a small squealing noise. Her face showed the pain. Her eyes were slammed shut and her mouth hung open, as she tried to concentrate and will the pain away. She was unsuccessful. Finally, the man pulled his cock out of her and unloaded on her ass and lower back. Annie no longer pleaded to be released, she just laid there whimpering. I decided that was enough.
I walked up to where they had her pinned and said, “Knock it off.” I leaned down and picked her up. I carried her back to our room and into the bathroom. I left her alone for a minute or so before I started running the shower.
Without speaking, I took her hand and led her into the walk-in shower. I gently and lovingly shampooed her hair and washed her entire body. She noticed that my cock stiffened as I ran my hand over her body. She smiled up at me and then we kissed.
After I dried us both off, I picked her up and carried her to bed. She rolled onto her side and passed right out. I moved up behind her and spooned her little body. I put my hand around her with my hand resting on her tit. I went to sleep.
We were still in the same position the next morning. I woke up first started to squeeze her little tits in my hand. My cock was laying against her ass. I repositioned myself, letting my cock rest between her ass cheeks. She woke up, turned her head and smiled at me.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I said. I kissed her and squeezed her tit. “Time to get up,” I told her. “You hungry?”
She laughed, “What are you offering?”
I smiled. “I was thinking some bacon and eggs, but I kind of like the way you think.” I rolled onto my back. She moved down between my legs and looked up at me.
“Feed me,” she said with a grin.
Half-hour later we got dressed (well, I put on some shorts and she put on a big t-shirt…she looked incredibly sexy) and went down to the kitchen looking for some food. After we had some breakfast, we wandered out on the porch to see what was going on.
Tracy was in the middle of the porch on the floor. She was on her back, legs spread open, and her face to one side. She was either asleep or passed out. She was covered in cum. A man stood next to her shaking his cock, flicking the last remaining cum out of it and onto her. Annie and I walked over and looked closer. Annie started giggling.
Tracy was out cold. Her entire body was covered with cum. Her face was so covered, I couldn’t tell if she had her eyes closed or not until I got up close. Her face to the side, her mouth was open and cum was running out and onto the floor. Her beautiful blonde hair was matted with it. Her tits were completely covered, so much so that it was hard to find her lovely pink nipples in the mess. The rest of her torso was also splattered. Her legs were spread and her pussy lips were open with more spilling out of there.
“Look what you’ve done to my wife,” Craig said, walking up next to us. He laughed and pushed my shoulder.
“Yeah, pretty sure this is not the first time it has happened to her,” I replied.
He looked down at Annie and said, “You look damn fine in that t-shirt.” He reached down and grabbed her ass. “Man, you are always so firm.” He smiled at her. She smiled back. “Where is your wife?” he asked me.
“I was wondering that myself,” I said, honestly.
“My boys took her out to the barn,” Frank said, walking up to us. “I’m gonna gather everyone up as soon as everyone has had breakfast.” He smiled down at Annie. “Hope you are having fun,” he said. He looked down at Tracy on the floor. “Looks like this one is.” We all laughed.
We followed Frank back into the kitchen. There were guys just coming into the kitchen for breakfast. I didn’t want to wait that long to see my wife. “You mind if I go out to see her?”
“Not at all,” Frank replied. “Help yourself.” He wrapped his arm over Annie’s shoulders and said, “Come stay here with me. We can talk.”
I strolled out of the house and into the barn. I didn’t see them at first, but then I spotted them in the far corner. The boys had Carole on a milking stand, on her hands and knees, with her head through a wooden retraining device. Attached to her nipples were two suction cups. The cups were attached to one of the many electric milkers in the barn. The machine was turned on and sucking hard on her sore swollen nipples.
The oldest boy has his hands around her right tit in his hand and squeezing it. Not sure if he thought he was going to get some milk or not, but he was sure trying. The machine was pulling her nipples deep into the suction cups.
The middle son was standing on the milk stand behind her, with his hands on her ass and was fucking her from behind. The kid was really going at it. The youngest was standing and watching, looking anxious like he was waiting his turn.
They jumped in surprise when I walked up. “Oh, sorry, sir,” the oldest one said. The middle son pulled out of her and stood, looking panicky. “Sorry, we didn’t know you were coming out here.”
“Looks like it.” I looked up at the kid standing on the milk stand. “Why did you stop? This is why I brought her. This is what she is for. Have fun.”
The kid turned back to her and brought his dick back up to her open pussy. I stood in front of her, leaned down, and looked into her face. “You having fun?” I asked rhetorically. It really didn’t matter if she was or not. Just then the kid pushed his dick back into her. She gasped.
“Yes, sir,” was the only reply she could make.
“Good,” I said. I looked around the barn floor for a minute and then found a small wooden crate. I put it down on the floor in front of her face and then waved over the youngest kid. “Here, stand on this,” I told him. When he did, her face was right at his crotch. “Well, go on,” I encouraged the kid.
The boy unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Carole took it in her mouth and sucked hungrily on it. I helped the kid out. “Grab the back of her head and fuck the bitch’s mouth,” I told him. The kid excitedly followed my instructions. It wasn’t long before the two teenagers shot their cum into my wife.
“Thank you, sir,” the two kids said, stepping down and moving back away from her.
The oldest boy was still in the barn as well. “You want some?” I asked him, nodding at my wife who was still being milked.
“I’ve already had her a couple times,” he paused. “To be honest, I would like to have your other girl again.”
I laughed. “Okay, well she is in the kitchen with your father. Run in there and tell her that I said it was okay. But hurry up, I don’t want her to miss what is going to happen to her.” I pointed at Carole.
“Thank you, sir,” the kid said and he ran off.
The younger two watched me as I moved closer to my wife. I took one of her big heavy hanging tits in my hand and watched the teat suction cup pull hard on her nipple trying to get milk. The only thing it was doing, though, was pulling her nipple further and further into the device. I ran my fingers over the tight skin of her tit. I turned to the boys and asked, “Did you do this to her?”
The kids both looked like they didn’t know if they were in trouble. The younger on nodded, “Yes, sir.”
“Well, you did a good job,” I said. The kids both sighed in relief. “Like any bitch with tits this size, they need to be milked often.” I smiled at them.
Just then the Farmer walked into the barn followed by the large group of men.
“Oh, nice,” one of the men said. “Her tits are perfect for that.” The group of men surrounded Carole and started to grope her entire body.
The Farmer, at the same time, got his boys to get out a swing. The swing was black straps made of seatbelt webbing material. The boys spread it out on the floor of the barn. “Bring her over here,” the Farmer told us.
I went over to turn off the milker, but one of the men just pulled on the suction cups until they finally released her nipples. Carole cried out when the cups popped off, painfully pulling and then releasing her sensitive nipples. She had been on the machine for some time and her nipples were bright red, painfully extended, and looked like they would stay that way for a while. A couple of the men reached in and rolled them between their fingers. She cried out.
The men bodily carried her over and put her down on top of the laid out straps. The Farmer wrapped containment straps around her calves and wrists. She looked wonderful…spread-eagle…small scratches from dog paws, and a mess of cum, sweat, abused nipples, and a wide-open well-used pussy. We all surrounded her and stared down at her with smiles on our faces. Almost all of the men had cameras and started taking pictures.
Just then I was punched in the side. “You asshole,” Annie said, looking up at me with a flush face. “I almost missed this.” She was wearing only a t-shirt and was sweating profusely. She had that ‘just been fucked’ look.
“Hi, beautiful,” I said with a smile. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let you miss this.” I put my arm over her shoulders and pulled her close to me.
Just then the boys pulled a donkey out of his stall and over to where Carole was. They guided the donkey over her until his front legs were next to her head and his back legs were below her out-stretched legs.
Carole was terrified. She stared at the donkey’s huge cock as it hung above her, pointing down at her. Hanging above her trembling body, the thing was a good foot-and-a-half in length long and was as fat as her arm. The cock head was mushroom shaped and was as big as an apple.
“Pull the swing up,” the Farmer instructed his boys.
“No, please. I can’t. It’s too big,” Carole stared to beg as she was lifted up towards the beast’s stomach.
The lifting stopped, when Carole was in the proper position. A boy on both sides of her, grabbing hold of the straps of the swing, waited for their father to give them instructions.
“Push her up towards his head,” the Farmer told them. The boys swung her forward. The Farmer looked at Annie. “Will you help?” Annie nodded. “Lift it up for a second,” he told her. Annie picked up the long thick shaft and lifted it until it was parallel to the ground. “Higher,” the Farmer told her. She complied.
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