It had been increasingly difficult to cum for me in the last months, no matter how horny I was. I had found no satisfaction in the few men I had taste...d, nor in women, and porn did almost nothing to me. I was an avid reader of online erotica, but it was so difficult to find good ones lately, my favourite authors seemed more interested in having a real life than in my pleasure. I was frustrated and horny, lying in my sweaty bed, trying to submit my rebellious kitty into the orgasm that the rest. Ole Bill kept up a running commentary about the scenery and seemed to be oblivious to Lulu’s actions.We finally pulled up next to the structure in the photographs he’d sent. The yeller dog stood up and gave a big “Woof” to signal our arrival and a passel of people emerged from the house, barn, and other outbuildings of a real farm. All they could grow was rocks and hay, but it was a farm.Lulu hopped off my lap and said she’d liked riding with me, flashing a big grin before she grabbed my. As I was walking in, my book bag caught on to the door handle and everything fell out. I could feel all eyes on me as I bent down to pick up my things. “Would you like some help?” I heard a voice ask me. I glanced up into a pair of blue-green eyes and a gorgeous smile. I could feel my knees quivering, the heat building up in my cheeks, and butterflies welling up in my stomach, as I slowly nodded my head. He grabbed my books from the floor and handed them to me as I got up. “Thanks,” I said. It hurt some but he slowly pulled and I felt a pop. It seemed like forever for him to pull his cock all the way out of me and back through the hole in the wall. When I was free I turned and collapsed on the stool. My husband asked me if I let him cum in me. I looked down and saw my red swollen pussy. It was gaping open having been stretched. It was wet but I wasn't leaking, at least not yet. I knew he had cum buckets in me but it was so far and deep inside me that it was taking it's time. I.