SLUT SAMANTHA 8

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SLUT SAMANTHA 8deletedCHAPTER 8: HIS FIRST IDEA“As much as I like the look, I don’t really think that’s going to work very well for normal life here.”I was carefully walking across the hard-packed and rough ground from the house to the goat pen/shed where I thought Albert was. The voice came from behind me, though. I turned to find him coming from the far side of the house. I was naked and barefoot, my hair tied in a ponytail, which was the way I was supposed to be when I had been here by myself before Nick died those many months, ago.“I thought … I would try this way, too.”I met him half way. He smiled as we approached, then embraced me. That night of passion had done its job. He had been considerably more touchy and familiar since that night and through the completion of moving my belongings into his house. The movers, for an extra fee, agreed to drop-deliver Albert’s old furnishings to the second-hand store in the nearby town of Lonely, population 1,211, which on many days seemed as if the wandering chickens and dogs were being included in the census. On other days, the town seemed to be a bustling enterprise as it served not only the town, but the s**ttered regional ranches, like Albert’s, and the reservation just to the northeast.He stood in front of me, his hands on my shoulders at arm’s length, admiringly looking at my naked body. “I do like to see you naked, Samantha, and I will never get tired of seeing you this way. But … perhaps there can be a pleasant middle ground. The work on the ranch in the hot sun and temperatures of this landscape might suggest something different.”And different I had tried. Naked, then jeans, then shorts … now I was back to naked. It was one thing to have been here as a challenge and the idea of being naked in front of a stranger and having sex with a****ls, even if just the goat and Harley. Living here was entirely different. He was right and I had found that out to my own frustration, trying to balance comfort, wear-and-tear, and availability. The truth was that jeans were great for the wear-and-tear of being around a****ls, hauling feed and hay, maintenance, and general work. But, jeans weren’t all that comfortable when sweating, especially my tight jeans, and they were impossible for being available. Shorts had some of the disadvantages of naked and still not that available. Naked was the most available, that was very positive, but it meant everything I came into contact with was up against my bare skin and much of that was itchy.At first, I was a little insulted by what he had in mind for me. He took me to a little General Store (that was its name) in Lonely that sold just about every, but not much of anything in terms of variety. It was like a General Store out of the old west movies. The dresses sold there were plain, simple, button-down with a belt at the waist. The hem was to my knees or below and it hung on me like a sack … especially without the belt. The woman behind the counter made them for the women of the area. I was wearing shorts and a tank top and I was looking, with Albert’s guidance, at these dresses. The woman watched bemused as I held one up to me and looked at my reflection in the glass door of the frozen section.Without my knowing it, the woman appeared at my side and Albert had disappeared. She was about Albert’s age, on the heavy side, but still healthy looking. Her hair was mostly brown with gray streaking through it but pulled into a severe bun. Her neck and face showed wrinkles but the wrinkles in her face were happy lines at the mouth and eyes.She leaned into me and quietly stated, “I was wondering what you looked like. Heck, everyone has been wondering …”I turned my head to her, “What? What I looked like?”“The word has been that he finally found a woman. I just wasn’t expecting her to be so pretty.” I hemmed and hawed, but she put her hand on my shoulder softly, “I’m Anna. My husband, Harold, and I run this place. A town like this … anything new spreads pretty fast.” She smiled and I could see where those lines came from. She spoke in a conspiratorial tone, “Not enough happens around here to keep us minding our own business. Now, let me see about this dress …” She held it up to me and looked at it, then took another that seemed a little closer to my size. “You didn’t grow up living out here, did you?” I shook my head. “Let’s go in back.”She took my hand and the dress and led me through the “Employees Only” door. Inside were a large supply area and an office door to the left. “Harold, I need the office for a bit.” He complained before looking up to see me standing with her. Then grumbling just looked at us. She put her hands on her ample hips and stared at him, “Listen, mister, this won’t take long, but it could be a lonely night for you if you keep that attitude.”He chuckled and got up from behind the desk. As he passed her, he patted that same ample butt, leaned in to kiss her cheek, “An empty threat coming from you …” She spun around and reached out to swat his butt in return. They were both laughing. In the process, though, I couldn’t miss her equally ample breasts swaying under the same type of dress.She turned to me and was blushing, “Sorry about that. We forget ourselves sometimes and we hardly know you. But, something tells me you’d understand when I say that sex is a good motivator for men.”I laughed, “I completely agree.”She closed the door and locked it. “Okay, strip down and let’s see this on you.” My mouth gaped open. She was right before, we don’t know each other. She laughed, “I want to see the dress on you, see how it fits and hangs so I can make some adjustments.”I pulled off my tank top and asked, “You do this very often for customers?”She laughed. “Heavens, no. Most all just buy them off the rack. I make 3 sizes: small, medium, and large. Women fit into one or the others. If you are serious about working alongside your husband, or man, outside in the ground or with the a****ls, you need comfort and airflow. Looking good isn’t part of the thinking. Women who are inside or not active or want to look good, get their clothes somewhere else. I sell a lot of these dresses. They are cheap, lightweight, but hold up to wear. There are Indian, Mexican, Black, and White out there wearing these.”I was down to my underwear and she continued to wait. “Everything?”“Honey … Samantha, right?” I nodded. “My recommendation, don’t wear underwear … remember, you want airflow.” She lifted her breasts and it was again clear that she was without support. So, I took off the rest. She looked at me, güvenilir bahis “Oh, yes. If I had that body, I’d want the dress to fit a bit better, too. Heck, I might want to stay naked.” She laughed at her joke, but then saw my face. “You tried that, too, didn’t you?” I nodded. “Oh, that man is lucky!”She made the measurements and marked where she would make the tucks, then promised to have 3 ready by the next day. When I got back to the main store area, Albert had a couple cowboy hats on the counter. I tried them on and he chose the one for me.The next evening, Albert took me on a big date into Lonely to the Cactus Bar and Grill for a hamburger and beer. Afterward, we picked up the dresses from Anna. As I was waiting for Albert to get the truck going, I glanced into the store. Harold was stroking Anna as she waved to me, then swatted his hand away but was visibly giggling at the attention. I smiled with new recognition. Naked underneath was more than just better airflow …* * * * *It had become my custom that around the house and immediate yard, I would be naked. That depended greatly on the weather, of course. Even in the desert terrain of Arizona, the days can become cool to cold, at least cold relative to typical temperature ranges. But, being Arizona, many more days could be easily and comfortably spent naked, especially in the afternoon. Mornings, in the house after awakening, however, was always naked. I awoke purposefully before Albert. It took a little training to being sensitive to the light and sounds of the nature around the house to accomplish that, however. I found that certain sounds of particular birds announced the earliest of morning lights. Those sounds, for me, became, as for a mother, like the sounds of a c***d in its crib in the next room. Once identified and committed to my consciousness, I awoke to them instantly.So, it was that I was busy in the kitchen, the coffee brewed and ready, a breakfast of eggs from the chickens roaming the barn, bacon, and biscuits were cooking as Albert announced his arrival at the kitchen entry by the squeak in the floorboard, something he could not seem to avoid stepping on. Perhaps there was more than one floorboard with a squeak. He threatened to find the offending board and secure it, but I doubted it. He seemed to enjoy the morning game of him sneaking into the kitchen only to have me greet him before he could.“How did my man sleep last night?”He chuckled, as he always did, came to me quicker once discovered, and took me into his arms from behind, his arms hugging me and his hands quickly moving to my naked breasts. “Like a man given a sedative, after the pleasures you drew from my body, you seductive vixen.” I released the hot-pad I was using to hold the handle of the cast-iron frying pan, and covered his hands over breasts, pressing them firmly into me.The bacon grease spit in the pan, sending a few drops onto his hands, and he instinctively pulled us away. “How do manage to fry bacon while nude?”I smiled, “I only think of who I am doing it for.”He gently swatted my butt, “Nice response, but I suspect you are able to be more careful when I am not distracting you.”I wiggled my butt as I returned back to the cooking, “Mmmm … perhaps, but I do enjoy your distraction.”Such teasing is a common part of not only the mornings but throughout the day as we encounter each other. The light dresses Anna modified for me now dropped to a few inches above my knees. The buttoned front allowed me, or Albert, to determine how much ‘airflow’ the dress would provide. When Anna took in the waist, it eliminated the need for the belt, which allowed playful adjustment to how open the dress could be. It was not uncommon that Albert would have buttons undone on top below my breasts. Teasing and playful touches were a constant throughout the day and it was both ways. While looking at a project needing effort, I might stroke his groin; if I caught him watching while I attended to a male a****l for grooming or feeding, I might reach underneath and stroke the sheath, smiling at him. My efforts at teasing him throughout the day produced wonderful results for whenever we made love or he fucked me.He waited until we were both finished with breakfast and enjoying a final cup of coffee. I caught him watching me, my breasts pressed into the edge of the table, and I smiled up at him and leaned back into the chair, the same way he was. I looked down to my breasts where his eyes were still focused and saw the faint red line still slightly evident from the table edge.I smiled up at him, then brought my cup to my mouth for another sip. “Albert, you have something on your mind … and it is not chores related.”The look he brought from my breasts to my eyes confirmed I was correct. But, he also chuckled. “You wanted to say, ‘you have something on your mind, DON’T YOU?’ That’s why you hesitated. But you couldn’t get rid of the ‘don’t you’ and turn it into something without a contraction. ‘Do not you’ just didn’t sound right. Talking without contractions isn’t always easy, is it?”I shook my head. “No, it is not. I have to think about it, but it is a constant reminder that my focus is on you, as it once was on Nick.” My face must have reflected something in my mind.He reached across the table with his hands and I extended mine to him. “You know I expect you to miss him. He was the most important thing in your life and will always be a part of you.” He looked at our joined hands, then back up to me. My eyes followed his. “I have been concerned, wondering, when it might be appropriate, when you might be ready, for me to start pushing you, challenging you, in the way that he was intending to do for you? I want you to be emotionally ready.”“Sweet man. I love you, Albert. Maybe not the same as Nick, but that will always be different and we both know that. He was, after all, also my son. You have transitioned the shift very well; and I respect and appreciate your effort, skill, and consideration in all of that.” I leaned forward, squeezing his hands and gazing deeply into his eyes. “I commit to you, once again, Albert. I am ready for you, and desire for you, to direct me and guide me into new and ever-increasing experiences.” I paused, looked down at our joined hands, then looked back into his expectant eyes. I smiled at him mischievously, “And, I think the difference in our love will allow you to direct me in ways Nick might never have been able to bring himself to do. Albert, the difference in our relationship is not a negative.”He squeezed türkçe bahis my hands, released them and leaned back in his chair. I did the same, holding my back straight, which pushed my breast outward. He finally spoke, “Then, we begin today.” The smile on my face shifted from reassuring him to a naughty anticipation. He smiled his recognition back to me. “Today … there are many males on this property and only a few have so far enjoyed your talented hands, mouth, ass, or pussy. That ends today.”I gazed at the table top, then up to his eyes, which were on me. He was clearly waiting for my reaction. “If I have it correct, that is you, Harley, the goat, a boar, and …” I thought about the horses and cattle on the property, “2 horses are male, and …”He stopped me, “The bulls are not included. I don’t trust them. At least, not yet.” He looked at me with a glint in his eyes, “Maybe, someday, we will figure out how they can be safely handled by you …”I was staring at the table top. The boar I had always expected would sooner or later become a part of this. The horses, though, and both in the same day … I looked up at him, “The horses …”“Hands and mouth. Fucking them … that might take some training.” Fucking them? That might someday be an expectation? My god, what would fucking something that big actually be like? In nearly a daze, I stood up, added his dishes to mine and took them to the sink, beginning to clean up after breakfast. In my mind, I added it all up: 6 cocks. 6 varying loads of cum in or on me before the end of the day. And, that was the minimum.Without realizing it, my right hand was holding my breast, kneading and fondling it. I saw his eyes watching my hand and that was when the realization hit. I blushed. I know my face and upper chest became red. I removed my hand from my breast and stood up before him. I was already wet and I could feel it without touching myself, but I did … just for him. I parted my legs to shoulder width and slipped a hand between my legs, slipping an index finger into my pussy. I walked around the table to him, my finger still embedded in me. I bent down and kissed his mouth, then removed my finger and put it to his lips. He opened his mouth enough for me to insert my finger, which he greedily sucked on.As he sucked on my finger, his eyes were on mine, both of us searching into each other through our eyes. I removed my finger when he opened his mouth. “This really excites you, doesn’t it, Samantha?”I straddled him in the chair and ground my pussy into his hard cock inside his boxers. “Yes! I never even thought of the horses … but, you did. This is what I wanted!”“Good. I will find you men to please. That’s what you want.”“Yes, yes, men, I want men.”“And … a****ls to use you. You want to experience all kinds of a****ls. You want to be used by men and a****ls.”“Albert, YES! Oh god …” I was still grinding my pussy on him as he told me what he was going to find for me. “God, yes! Oh, god! Albert! Oh … dear … god!!” I came just from what he said he would do for me, that and my grinding into him. I clutched him around his neck and pressed my clit into his hard cock and I orgasmed. Oh … god … just from that … “Oh, Albert …. Yes, yes … please, yes … that is exactly what I want. I want to be an a****l bitch and a man slut. Am I terrible, dear Albert? Is that terrible? It is what you knew, though, is it not?”“It is not terrible, my dear. Yes, it is what I knew you wanted and I will help you.”* * * * *I had completed my indoor chores in the kitchen before making my way naked to the sheep pen. I shooed the sheep into the shed and trapped the ram outside in the pen. I was experienced with him so I mated with him without assistance. I was standing at the pen with the hogs when I heard a voice behind me. “The hog next?” I nodded without turning around. They were big, very big … and the boar had balls hanging behind him the size of apples. I wondered how much cum came out of those. I had heard stories about pig penises but had never actually seen one. I heard they were spindly things, long and twisting, and that they whipped around inside the female. Most things about sex and a****ls had some kind of evolutionary reason, but I wondered what it was about pigs that would develop such an action to be preferred.“Do you want assistance with him?” I nodded without taking my attention from it. I was leaning on the top of the fence, my barefoot on the lowest rail. I felt a tongue between my thighs and jumped. It was Harley, of course, but it was a surprise. He apparently was curious about the goat cum leaking from my pussy. I pet the side of his head, but moved to the gate, my attention still on the boar inside the pen.I opened the gate and stepped inside, careful that Harley stayed outside. Albert followed me into the pen and stood next to me. His hand found mine hanging at my side and squeezed it. I had the feeling he was having second thoughts about what he was asking me to do. I was proud of him, though, when he shifted behind me, his hands now on my shoulders, then onto my front and encasing each breast. He had considered chickening out, then pushed through. I wasn’t sure Nick would have, and that, I reminded myself, was the difference. Like Albert had speculated, Nick’s deep love might have gotten in the way of pushing me.“How do you want to do this?” His hands were fondling my breasts. Whether it was intentional or just a reaction to holding me, it served to keep me intent on my mission. “Do you want to get him cleaned up and use the shed or really experience him by doing him in the pen?”“Oh, my … this all seems so nasty already. I will just do it in the pen.”“Okay, let’s move the others out and into the shed. Samantha, you go over to the other door to the shed and open it for the others. If the boar tries to follow, just step in his way, that will be enough for him to change directions.” In the process of shooing the sows into the shed and watching the boar out of the corner of my eye, I had managed to slip in a muddy section and had mud along my left leg. This was feeling nastier and nastier and I hadn’t really done anything with this a****l, yet.Albert put his arm around my shoulder as we both considered the boar who seemed to also be considering us, “Okay, there are some things to understand about this. Maybe I should have covered this with you before, but you should recognize that the experiences you want to live will not all be loving and caring and certainly not gentle. A boar is definitely not a gentle lover. Even though he holds most güvenilir bahis siteleri of his weight on his hind legs when he mounts, you will still be carrying part of that weight on your back during mating. You may think that his cock is attached to a blender with how quickly it goes in and out and all around inside you. He will try to enter your cervix, it’s what they do with that long, thin cock. He’s very inaccurate and there is a lot of poking around. As soon as he feels the warmth of your pussy, he doesn’t waste any time … he just thrusts it all in. The size of his cock could make anal good, too, but take him in your pussy, at least this time. There will be deep penetration and the twitching/twirling effect I imagine will be really strange, but also, I hope erotic for you. The tip is very slender and made to slide into the cervix. Once he finds it and is able to penetrate, the tip will fix itself and he’ll slow his fucking down. He’ll then begin to cum a lot. Initially, it is clear and thin but a thicker and milky semen comes next and there is a lot of it. Then a thick, jelly-like substance is pumped into you. Now, this is all happening inside your womb if he makes it there. You will feel full, but not uncomfortable. The thick cum can stay in you for up to a couple days. So be ready for it to slowly leak out later without warning. Not doing anything special this weekend, are you? Probably should have really gone over this before. Are you still game?”“You are right, Albert, ramping up my experiences will introduce me to things that I love and things that I might not otherwise consider engaging in. This is an example, it just seems so nasty. But feel me.”Albert smiled, he had already come to know me in our time together, but reached down and put his hand to my pussy and pushed a finger past the lips and inside. “My slut, you are absolutely soaking. How much of that is the ram and how much came from just the explanation? Oh, just wait, the experiences you can have.”Albert took my hand and led me to a dry area and maneuvered the boar toward me. I went to my hands and knees and lowered myself until my chest was on the ground, too. This seemed like it would help to relieve some of the stress on my lower back once the pig mounted me. Albert helped the hog to get up onto my back and moved him forward over me. I felt a strange movement at my butt and realized that Albert’s explanation was not an exaggeration. It was wildly thrusting and extremely inaccurate. Albert assisted and managed to get the tip into my pussy, commenting that he has sometimes had to do the same thing for the sows. Once the tip was inside, he thrust violently and penetrated deeply. And, again, Albert’s description was correct, this was weird, wild, and primal. This felt more primal and a****listic that the dogs, for sure, and more so than even the goat. The long, thin cock actually did a twirl.This is so wild! It feels like I put an egg beater inside me. That thing is whirling around, hitting the sides of my pussy. This is so wild. “OOOOOHHHHH, Mmmmmmm!!!! He’s hitting my cervix!”This went on for a while and I quickly reached my first orgasm, although mild. Then I felt it. “Albert! Oh, my god! Heeeeee’s … ggggooooooinnggggg … inside my cervix!!!! OOOHHH … my … goooodddddddd. Oh, he’s inside me. This is … so deliciously … nasty.” I gasped out as the weird, skinny cock worked inside my pussy and womb. My chest in the dirt, my gasping breath sending little puffs of dust away from my face, one side of me was covered in mud, and I have a pig in my cunt. And in my womb. “OOOOOOHHHHH. He is cummmminnngggg … So, am IIIIIIIIIIIII! Yes … OOOOOHHHHH … GGGOOOODDDD … YEEESSSSSSSS.”Albert watched, fondling my breast and telling me how amazing this was. He lowered his head closer to mine, “After the initial cumming, the jelly will follow, so expect the feeling of fullness since he managed to penetrate inside your womb. You are amazing, girl!”“Yes … I feel it.” And, I did feel the difference. The feeling of my womb being filled was crazy.When I felt the pig pull his slender cock out of my cervix, it felt so weird. When the boar pulled completely out of me and hopped off, his front hoof grazed my calf, but I would not discover that until later, wondering where that bruise came from. All I could manage was to collapsed completely onto my front in the dirt of the pen. I just lay there leaking cum the boar had left in my pussy. The feeling of being full remained. I had a womb full of boar seed … I rolled over onto my back and looked up at Albert who was shooing the boar to the corner. I gave him a weak smile, “That was wild. I do not know that I want to do it, all the time, but it was wild.”“You certainly orgasmed!” He sat cross-legged next to me, took my closest hand and held in his lap. “Is ‘wild’ good or bad?”I looked up into the blue sky, then turned to the boar. His weird, spiral penis had not completely retracted. A smile formed on my face as the memory of the experience returned. I turned my head in the dirt and looked back to Albert with the smile growing larger. “Wild, in this case, is definitely good.”“Enough so to do it, again?”I laughed and brought his hand to my pussy and his finger immediately began working my clit. “Yes … oh, yes.” We stayed that way for moments, me on the ground collecting more dirt on my body, him stroking my clit and very messy pussy after the goat and boar. His eyebrow arched as he watched my face and I chuckled back to him. “No, no … I was not questioning my reaction to all of this. I was just coming up with all the new descriptions for me … we had already established that I was a bitch to dogs and wanted to be more of a slut to men … now, you have me being a doe to goats and a sow to boars.”He moved his hand from my pussy and fondled each of my breasts, as they lay slightly spread out on my chest. His eyes searching mine, “The horses?”I laughed, “I will not be a mare today.” He saw the twinkle form in my eyes, though. “But, I am very interested in getting them to cum however I can.” I stood up with his assistance and looked at myself. My front was covered with dirt, I was sure my hair was, too. One side of my leg was covered in mud. “Should I take a quick shower?”“Are you k**ding? You’re not walking through the house like that. We’ll just use the hose on you if you want to rinse off.”“Use the hose outside? Like some a****l?”He chuckled, “I wasn’t the one fucking a boar, missy.”“Yeah, now you say that! Okay, I doubt the horses are going to care.” He laughed, again. Harley was still watching from the other side of the fence, but his expression might have indicated that he wouldn’t be inclined to get too close to me at the moment.* * CHAPTER 9: HIS FIRST IDEA – CONTINUED will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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