Frothing Author how to get rid of ants in the house Farmer John, Ginny and Jasper – Part 9 (final)

Ha… It’s getting pretty bad up here, jasper… But actually, I think if my arms were closer together… I could handle it with no problem… Right now, feels like they’re about to come outta their sockets… Feels like my rib cage is getting squeezed by a… A big old python or something…

Jasper… You know damned good and well I love trying to how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar play superman for you and ginny… And if you two wanna keep on playing I’m more than willing to do it… As long as you relieve some of this pressure on how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar me… But there does come a time when a man wants how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar the freedom to… Participate a little bit more… You know to… Ah, hell… I ain’t no good at saying things like this…

Anyway… Being the nasty, fornicating fools we are… We didn’t even bother to clean up… John and I piled into his pickup, shirtless… Just jeans and socks and boots and underwear… He grabbed an apple out of the refrigerator in his how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar workshop, while ginny went into the house to do whatever…

Since he didn’t give me any specifics, I crushed the pack in my hand… Then, as he drove away from the house, I distributed ripped papers and loose tobacco outside open window… Tiny bits at a time… Still distributing about a quarter mile later when we reached how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar the gate which led to the pasture…

And that was the end of that… I did not challenge him on it… Didn’t ask for any guarantees that he wouldn’t go into town to buy more… Didn’t really give a shit whether he smoked or not… It was his decision… Besides, I ain’t that way… Not with anybody… I don’t care what people do to pleasure themselves… Don’t believe this bullshit about second hand smoke, neither… Whatever harm it causes to me is nothing compared to how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar the bus fumes and truck fumes and factory fumes we how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar breathe every day… What pisses me off is these do-gooders on their high horse, always making rules to prevent people from having a good how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar time… Like ordinances where you can’t smoke in the watering holes… What a crock of shit… Who the hell’s going to go into a tavern and be offended how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar because some poor working stiff is having a smoke along how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar with his beer? Nobody… The people who make these rules never go to places how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar like that anyway… Just a bunch of busy-body piss ants… Too bad they can’t devote their time and energy to an important issue… There’s a long list of things that really do need how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar to be fixed… But smoking in a bar is not one of them.

That’s exactly how it is, jasper… Now wilbur… My bull, he’ll be in the vicinity of the pond… And all the cows that are getting ready to fuck… They’ll be hanging with him… Based on what I saw yesterday, I can tell you that there will be six of how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar ’em with wilbur, maybe five, he might have already nailed one of ’em…

John did know his livestock… Sure enough, as soon as we cleared a rise and the pond how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar came into view… There was wilbur, about 20 yards from bankside, munching away… And flanking him on all sides, no more than 30 feet away from him, five cows were watching wilbur’s every move… I said… Ain’t that something… The life of a bull, just eat, drink and fuck…

John parked the truck near a little wooden ramp he’d built over water’s edge… He got out… So, I did too… We met at the front bumper… Facing each other… You know I just love the way john wears his how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar jeans… Way down low on his belly… Not because he’s fat… Just because he never bothers to pull ’em up after they’ve worked their way down… Before long, they’d be all the way down and off… Because john said…

Like he didn’t smell worse than I did… We left our clothes on the little dock, and no sooner had john and I jumped into the how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar water than did a dually appear on the horizon, with ginny its driver. Within minutes, she got naked and joined us… We swam, floated, tread water and talked a bit… Refreshing ourselves, replacing dungeon-induced sweat with sun-warmed pond water…

John was not exaggerating about the chicken… Nor any other part of the meal that came with how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar it… And ginny wasn’t joking about the… You’ll pay for that, mister… Because after we’d finished, ginny and I became harold and kurt… Taking on john in a two against one, wrestling match in the shallows… And he did let us win… And we did drag him up on the bank… Where we got ourselves covered with mud… Where we sprawled john on his back… Did some fake punching on him… Did some deep-fingered massaging on him… And where we got two hard dicks and one wet how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar pussy ready for action…

But then, in an unexpected and pleasurable twist of fortune… John and ginny crosby teamed up against me… They pushed me into the water… Assaulted me… John holding back my arms in a standing full nelson… Ginny giving me fake punches to my gut… Ginny giving me very real kisses to my chest and how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar underwater stomach… John giving me kisses to my neck and the back how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar of my head… And when they were finished there, they brought ME onto the bank… Laid ME out spread eagle… Laid themselves on either side of me… And tag-teamed me with their hands, lips and tongues… Yes cousins, you heard me… That macho stud, john crosby, and his sexy wife both loved on me… And as if that wasn’t enough… The next thing I know, ginny mounted me… Holy crap… My favorite position… Laying on my back in the soft mud, while this hot and horny female used me as her how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar tool… Crushed me inside her velvety vagina… Targeted her clittie with my corona… While her husband knelt beside my chest… Leaned down to plant kisses on my chest… Raised up to plant kisses on his wife’s tits… And then he left me alone with his wife, so she could pleasure herself… And me… Uninterrupted… While riding up and down my extremely hard cock.

I didn’t really know what john was doing when he came how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar back… He just stood behind ginny beyond my feet, as though he’s gonna watch… Never thought anything of it when ginny lowered herself, sliding her hands through the mud, bringing her fingers up to clutch my shoulders from underneath, bringing her breasts down to rub on my chest… But then I saw john move up behind her, standing above us, his feet straddling both of us… He was stroking himself… His hand and his cock all gooey… And then… He crouched down on his haunches… Inserted himself to ginny’s other hole… The available hole… Her asshole…

Now, there is something I should point out to you… In case you hadn’t thought of it yourself… I’ve talked plenty about what a strong man john is… Taking the punishment we give him… Shooting wads of cum anytime we ask him to… But think about this… For six days, ginny’d been taking john’s cock and my cock into her pussy hole and how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar her asshole… And she’d been taking us multiple times per day.

But I will tell you this… Instantly, her pussy came alive… Her vaginal walls tensed around me tight… Like they were charged with electricity… And as john slowly worked his fat cock into her how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar ass deeper and deeper, her powerful pussy turned into a vibrator… Holy shit, my cock felt like a thousand little ants were crawling how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar all over it… Fire ants… Her pussy was on fire… It kept getting hotter… Especially when her husband achieved full penetration… Laid his chest onto her back… Rammed his fat sausage into her gut… He pressed down on her… She pressed down on me… My cock in her pussy as deep as I could how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar go… Her pelvic bone pressing mine… Why the poor thing… Eight inches of hard man meat spearing her from above how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar and below, from her front side and her back side…

John put his feet in the mud, raised up on his haunches, grabbed his woman by her hips… Lifted her ass up to take his cock… Slammed her pussy down to take my cock… He manhandled her… Shared her with me… Slammed her back and forth… Up for him… Down for me… She was writhing like a madwoman… Rubbing her tits on my furred chest… Digging her fingers into my shoulder blades… Locking our mouths together… Fucking my throat with her out of control tongue…

John did all the work… Manipulating our vessel… Raising up her ass, spearing her with his cock… Slamming her back down… Impaling her with my cock… She took us like a pro… Her muscles crushing the both of us… In her ass… In her vagina… He was picking up the pace, his forearms, biceps and triceps working hard… Like a fine-tuned machine… The friction of her electrified pussy took me to the how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar brink… Her tits rubbing my chest sent me teetering on the how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar precipice… I’s losing my balance… Losing my senses… Her tongue penetrated my throat… I wanted to grunt… I wanted to groan… Wanted to scream, but I’s too busy sucking her tongue… I didn’t know what the hell I’s doing anyway… My cock’d never felt anything like this before… My brain was in never-never land… Taken to some place no drug can equal… My cock kept growing inside her… Felt like a 20-incher… John’d lift her up… I’d gain another inch… John’d slam her down… My cock’d touch his… She was riding me like a stallion… I was hung like a draft horse… My nuts were shrinking… Down to nothing… Two little peas in a pod ready to fire their how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar load… And john worked the three of us like a steam how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar engine… Up and down and up and down and oh my how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar god i’ll shoot a load to the fucking moon… Etc… Orgasm…

I don’t even remember what happened there for awhile… Ha… Shit I almost passed out on that one… Couldn’t tell you who shot first… Or the what… Or uh, how it all ended… All I remember is that we were stacked like pancakes… John on top of ginny, ginny on top of me… As I slowly sank into the mud… And after things had calmed down a bit… John’d slipped out of ginny… Ginny took herself off of me… And the crosby’s laid on either side of me… Me, on my back… They, on their sides… John’s hairy thigh across my belly… Both their hands rubbing my chest… With mud, ha… And both of ’em kissing me… On my cheeks… On my mouth… That’s right, both john and ginny crosby were taking turns… Kissing me on my mouth… Guess you could say that’s how they showed their appreciation… Actions speak louder than words…

The crosbys and I took us another swim, watched the sun set over that same rise from which how to get rid of ants in the house vinegar we’d come… Then we climbed the ladder onto john’s little dock… Didn’t bother putting our clothes back on… Took us a shower when we got to the house… This time we conserved water… Showered together… Spent the rest of our time together… Fondling one another… Giving each other back rubs… And front rubs… Working ourselves up for more rounds of multiple insertions… All in the comfort of their upstairs bedroom…

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