The Farm Boy's Adventure
Young Hop had always been a bit different. While other boys were content to spend their summer days playing sports, swimming at the lake, or exploring the nearby woods, Hop's mind and body were consumed by more carnal desires. At the tender age of 15, Hop had already developed an insatiable appetite for sex, and his family was at their wit's end trying to figure out what to do with him.
"Hop, you're going to spend the month of June at your Aunt Edna's farm," his mother announced one evening over dinner, a stern look on her face. "And you'll be going alone, with only the clothes on your back and your, ahem, 'special friend' to keep you company."
Hop knew exactly what his mother was referring to, without needing to hear the words spoken aloud. At the age of 12, Hop's manhood had grown to an astonishing size - a full 12 inches soft, and a whopping 18 inches fully erect. His imposing endowment had been the subject of much speculation and gossip among the ladies of the town, and more than a few had "accidentally" brushed up against him in the checkout line at the Piggly Wiggly.
"Aw, mom," Hop whined, not that he was really opposed to the idea. A month out in the country, far away from the prying eyes and wagging fingers of his neighbors, sounded like a dream come true. And who knows, maybe he'd even find some willing partners to help scratch his itchy little itch.
The day of his departure arrived, and Hop bid his tearful family farewell, a small duffel bag slung casually over one broad shoulder. As he climbed up into the rusty old pickup truck that would carry him to his aunt's farm, he gave his mother one last roguish wink, the bulge in his jeans eye-catching as ever.
"You be good now, Hop," his mother warned, pointing a stern finger at him. "And you keep that thing in your pants, you hear?"
"Yes'm," Hop replied, fighting back a grin. He knew there was little chance of that happening, but no point in stirring up more trouble than necessary.
As the truck bounced and rumbled down the dusty country roads, Hop gazed out the window at the lush green fields and rolling hills passing by. In the distance, he could see cows grazing in the pasture, their udders swinging heavily between their legs. Horses nickered and whinnied in their stalls, their fuzzy muzzles pressed up against the wooden rails. Hop felt a familiar stirring in his loins at the sight of so much warm female flesh on display.
When they finally arrived at the farmhouse, Hop's Aunt Edna came striding out to meet them, her ample bosom heaving with each step. She was a big, buxom woman, easily 6 feet tall, with a wild shock of red hair and a face like a dashboard Madonna. Even in her faded overalls and work boots, there was no mistaking the raw sexuality that radiated from her very pores.
"Well look what the cat dragged in," Aunt Edna drawled, eyeing Hop up and down with a hungry gaze. "Aren't you a pretty little thing. C'mon inside, I got some lemonade that'll make your tongue slap your brains out."
Hop followed his aunt into the cool dark interior of the farmhouse, his eyes adjusting slowly to the gloom. The air was thick with the scent of fresh-baked pies and simmering stews, but there was an underlying musk as well, a heady perfume of something wild and untamed.
Aunt Edna set a tall glass of lemonade down in front of him, condensation already beading on the outside. She leaned forward as she did, giving Hop a generous view of her deep cleavage. "Drink up, sugar," she purred. "You'll be needin' your strength later."
Hop gulped down the sweet, tangy liquid and felt it settle warm and heavy in his belly. Whatever was in that lemonade, it packed a punch, and he could already feel a warm buzz starting to spread through his limbs.
Aunt Edna seemed to sense his growing arousal, and she shifted closer, her hip brushing against his thigh. "Whaddya say we take this upstairs, darlin'?" she husked, her breath hot against his ear.
Hop was on his feet in an instant, his aunt's hand sliding down to cup the straining bulge at the front of his jeans. He followed her up the narrow staircase to her bedroom, a cozy little sanctum dominated by a huge four-poster bed.
No sooner had the door clicked shut behind them than Aunt Edna was on him, her mouth devouring his in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Hop groaned as he felt her big soft breasts flatten against his chest, her nipples hard little points even through the thick fabric of her overalls.
Tugging impatiently at the straps of her top, Hop soon had his aunt bare from the waist up, her tits spilling out over his hands like mounds of warm dough. He squeezed and kneaded the pliant flesh, feeling her shudder and gasp in his arms.
Aunt Edna fumbled with the button of Hop's fly until she finally got it open, shoving his jeans and boxers down around his thighs in one go. His massive cock sprang free, bobbing heavily in the air between them.
"Well slap my ass and call me Judy," Aunt Edna breathed, her eyes widening at the sight of Hop's gigantic member. "Sweet Jesus, boy. You're hung like a goddamn mule."
Hop grinned, feeling a surge of pride and power at his aunt's awestruck reaction. He grabbed himself by the root and gave his cock a few slow, lazy pumps, smearing the drops of pre-cum that oozed from the tip over the swollen head.
Aunt Edna watched, transfixed, as Hop stroked his cock with a practiced hand, his skills honed from countless hours of practice in his bedroom late at night. When she finally seemed to regain control of her faculties, she reached out and wrapped one slim hand around his shaft, giving him a slow, teasing pump from root to tip.
"Oh yeah, pumpkin," she sighed, her eyelids fluttering. "That's some prime beef you're packing there. Now why don't you be a good boy and stick it in Aunt Edna's tight little hole, hmm?"
Hop growled low in his throat as he grabbed his aunt by the hips and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Her big ass was presented to him, the furry, puckered hole of her anus winking lewdly between her cheeks.
Hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, Hop lined himself up and pushed into her tight rear entrance, groaning at the exquisite sensation of her clenching walls. Aunt Edna shrieked and bucked back against him as he split her open on his massive shaft, her cunt squelching obscenely as it drooled around the base of his cock.
"Fuck, sugar," Aunt Edna panted, her voice ragged with pleasure. "You're tearing my ass up, you dirty little bastard. Now fuck me like you mean it!"
Hop grinned savagely as he drew back until just the head of his cock was still buried inside her, then slammed forward again, burying his entire length in her clutching heat. Aunt Edna howled and writhed beneath him as he set up a brutal rhythm, the headboard of the bed slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust.
Hop could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he chased his release. Reaching around, he found his aunt's swollen clit and pinched the sensitive nub between his fingers, rubbing tight circles over the slippery little button.
"That's it, darlin'," he grunted. "Cum for me. Sqweeze the cum outta my cock with that tight ass of yours."
Aunt Edna's body went rigid as her orgasm crashed over her, her asshole clenching and rippling around Hop's pistoning shaft. Hop groaned long and low as he followed her over the edge, his cock jerking and pulsing as he emptied himself into her hungry hole.
They collapsed together on the bed in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs, both panting and twitching with the aftershocks of their mutual climax. Hop rolled off of his aunt and sprawled out on his back, his softening cock slick with their combined juices.
"Damn, pumpkin," Aunt Edna sighed, rolling over to drape herself across Hop's chest. "You sure know how to show a lady a good time. I ain't been fucked like that in 20 years."
Hop grinned lazily up at the ceiling, his hands idly kneading the doughy globes of his aunt's ass. "I'm just gettin' started, Aunt Edna. And I got a whole month to explore every inch of this farm."
Aunt Edna laughed, a deep, throaty sound. "Oh, I reckon we'll find plenty to keep you occupied, sugar. Them cows ain't the only ones around here with a itch that needs scratchin'."
And with that, Hop drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that the next 30 days were going to be the most fun he'd ever had.