Roll in the Hay

"Welcome, one and all, to the ‘Roll in the Hay' competition."

In a large country bar, built to look like a rural barn, people crowded around a square circumference covered in hay. A chubby fellow in a bright-green three piece suit, cowboy hat, strode up and down the stage. "My name is Earl T. Pickens, your beloved host," he said. "If you've never attended this event before, it's a lot like the mechanical bull competition. The rules are simple. The winner will be the one that can last the longest. Our competitors will strip down and have a roll in the hay with our resident big cock cowboy...Wayne Eastwood."

The tall man stood in nothing but a robe and a cowboy hat. He waved to the crowd and showed a white smile underneath the dark scruff.

Earl turned to the foot of the stage. "Now, to our contestan—"

A blonde, hair in a loose bun, stood next to the squared hay-pen. She wore a fluffy fleece robe.

Earl looked back over the barroom. "Come on! Someone has to make..." Earl put his hand over the microphone and leaned down to the lone contestant. "What's your name, darling?"

"Hayden," the woman said in a sweet southern chirp.

Earl squared his shoulders again and talked back into the mike. "Somebody's gotta give Hayden here some competition. Did I mention winner gets five thousand dollars?"

The crowd looked to each other, but no one stepped forward.

Earl sighed. "Well, Hayden, let's get started. If there are no other competitors, you'll win the grand prize."

Hayden smiled. Her cheeks flushed from a nervous anticipation. She placed her toe inside the hay area. Her feet were small with short toes and glossy nails. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and it crumpled to the hay at her feet. She had a tan, slender body with humble round breasts and big pink areolas. A thin patch of light pubes covered her pussy.

Wayne dropped his robe as well. His limp cock twitched and started to rise with each beat of his heart. It was long, thick, with a pronounced purple tip.

The crowd gasped at his size.

Hayden gulped. Her brows creased, eyes widened.

Wayne pulled her breasts against his chest. He spanked her small but round ass, causing her to flinch. She jumped to her toes as he planted kisses down her neck. He then assisted her to the hay, on her back. He looked up to Earl, nodded.

"Time starts now!" Earl pointed to the digital clock above his head.

***

After duck-taping the secretary's mouth, Danielle shoved the little old lady into the locker and closed it. She then wheeled her apple frame around, back to the office. Her wavy brunette hair swished. "Where is it, Jenny?"

With her dark hair in a long ponytail, bangs just above her brows, Jenny searched through the cabinets and desk drawers. Nothing. She adjusted the horn-rimmed glasses on her nose, an anxious tic. "The prize money isn't here. Where wou—"

The door opened. Moans from Hayden could be heard over the cheering audience.

The girls froze.

Earl entered the room with a big smile. Upon noticing the girls in his office, he halted. The beam slowly faded. "What are you two—"

"We're the competition," Danielle quickly uttered. With a flirty wink, she twirled the end of her shoulder length hair. "We were, uh, looking for a room to change."

Earl briefly eyed them with suspicion before the wide grin reappeared. "You were supposed to change in the lil ladies' room, but here is as good as any, I guess."

Danielle flashed a smile while Jenny nervously bit on her nails.

"Get changed..." Earl said. "...and I'll see you down by the stage."

***

On her back across the hay, Hayden groaned. Her head was cocked, eyes looking off into nothing. Wayne rapidly pounded her cozy, wet core. Her breasts jiggled, legs flailed. She clenched her jaw and tried to narrow her gaze, but she couldn't hide the orgasmic spasms in her face. Their skin smacked together as he tapped her with power and speed. She flung an arm around his neck, hugged her bouncing breasts with the other.

Wayne postured up. He hooked his arms underneath her legs and around her thighs. From there, he pulled her into each rapid heave.

Hayden clamped her teeth and grinned through the building tickle. She rolled her ankles, curled her toes. "Is—Oh! Ha! Mmmmm-is that all you got?" she dared to say. "Uh! Oh! Yooouuu..." Her chin quivered. Her face scrunched.

The crowd oo'd and ahh'd.

Earl escorted Danielle and Jenny through the crowded parlor. Jenny leaned into her friend's ear. "We're not really going through with this, are we?"

"It was either this or go to jail," Danielle responded. Her eyes canvassed the barroom. "What do you prefer?"

"Jake is gonna be so mad at me..." Jenny said in a pout.

"Well, he should've had his facts straight before sending us on this mission," Danielle said. "Look at the bright side, we can still make it out of here with the money. Should be easy enough."

They both turned back to the performers.

Hayden's face twisted in flashes. She looked to cry but then her face softened once again. Her body tensed. She arched her back off the hay, and in one motion, rolled him over. She took top position, straddled his waist. Her hips gyrated wildly, ass dimpled with each thrust. She dropped her head back and held her breasts in her palms. She bounced, moaned with each impact. "Uh-oh-oh-uh!"

Wayne grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her down into a heated kiss. He held her hips in place and began thrusting upward from the bottom. Her body quaked, riding him like a bucking bronco over rough terrain.

A violent spasm attacked Hayden. She lurched back over him, bodies pressing together. "Fuuuu—ccckkkkk! Oh, fuck!" Hayden took the full force. Her voice heightened in a quivering pitch. Veins protruded from her forehead. Her right leg twitched like a dog catching an itch. She strained, grunted, and oozed all over his cock. The climax jolted her body. She shot off and flopped to the hay. "Wha-what happened?" she breathlessly asked. Her naked body sprawled across the floor, her hips twitching from the aftershock.

Making their way to the side of the squared hay pit, Jenny and Danielle shared befuddled glances from the girl's reaction.

Earl cheerfully danced up the steps, to the center of the stage. "Alright, alright. Wonderful showing from Hayden." He turned to the digital clock. "We have a time of six minutes and three seconds."

The crowd applauded Hayden's effort. She climbed to weak legs with a distant look in her eyes. Her blonde bun was undone and hair hung down her back. She half-heartedly waved while slipping her robe back on and walking off to the side.

"Next up..." Earl motioned for Danielle, but she stepped aside and shuffled Jenny in front of her.

Jenny shook her head. She pushed back, but ultimately gave in. With a shaky sigh, she stepped onto the hay. She had slender feet, long toes painted red. She looked over the ecstatic faces in the crowd while situating the glasses on her nose. Her neck to her cheeks turned red as she stared at the ceiling and dropped the robe from her thin body. Her breasts were small yet round with tiny pink nipples. She started to cover her breasts, decided against it, and just placed her arms at her side. Her eyes, however, remained on the ceiling. She felt something poke her thigh. She reached and gripped the hard shaft in her clammy soft palm.

"That's it. Stroke it," Wayne said.

Jenny averted her eyes to the opposite side of the room, but her hand jerked him.

Like the previous girl, Wayne's lips trailed down Jenny's shoulder, to her rock hard nipples. He took them in his mouth while caressing her breasts. He then guided her back across the hay and crawled between her thighs. His cock tickled the outside of her lips.

"Mmm-hmm..." Jenny panted. The tip entered her slowly, making Jenny quiver in delight. Her eyelids fluttered as a warm tingle swept over her. She wrapped her long slender legs around his waist and locked her ankles.

Wayne slipped in and out of her wet pussy, stretching her to his size. He thrust gently a few times before placing an arm around the small of her back and lifting her off the hay. She held on for dear life. Standing, Wayne began thrusting with vigor. The smacks of flesh reverberated through the barroom. Sweat trickled down his shoulder as he pounded away.

Jenny clung to his neck. She stretched her legs wide, wiggled her toes. She hung her head back. Her breasts bounced.

After several drops, they fell back to the hay, Wayne taking the top position. He leaned-in, his tip tickling her vulva. He gripped his hard cock and tapped it on the lips of her pussy. He tossed her legs over his shoulders. A sideways grin showed on Wayne's face as he peered down upon her. His cock slid inside of her once again.

Jenny arched her back and pursed her lips together, hoping to remain mum. He face scrunched as he played with her taut nipples.

"You're cumming, aren't you?"

"The—yes! Uh!" Jenny bucked. As his cock delved into her, she locked her knees and pointed her toes. "There—Uh!—we go-oh-oh. Baby... I'm so—Ooo!—I'm cumming."

Wayne thrust, sending ripples through her skin.

"Shit. I'm so we-ee-eak." Jenny's body locked up. Her face strained. An uncontrollably tremor coursed through her body. "Ooo-gghhhh!"

"Ohhh! And there she blows!" Earl said from the stage. "The time is... three minutes and six seconds."

The crowd applauded the losing effort.

Jenny awoke from her sex trance. Her hair was disheveled, body perspired. She found herself naked, legs crossed underneath her. With an absent gaze, she snatched her robe up and covered herself.

"Alright, alight. The time to beat is still six-oh-three." Earl aimed his finger at Danielle. "Next up..."

Danielle heightened a brow at her zombified friend. "Jenny..."

Jenny took a seat on a small bench near Danielle. Her eyes remained forward into another dimension. "Your turn..."

Danielle rolled her eyes at her exhausted friend. She shook her wavy hair and jumped back into confident debutante. With a seductive smirk, she relinquished her robe and stepped out onto the hay. Her feet were small but with long toes painted green. She had a thick hourglass body and teardrop breasts with dark nipples. She called for Wayne with her index finger.

As with the previous two contestants, Wayne started at Danielle's neck. He peppered kisses down her bare shoulder, along her ribcage. He knelt before her. His lips tickled the inside of her quivering thigh before finding her center.

"Ooo-oo-oo..." Danielle's breath carried a faint, shaky moan. Her body wavered. Wayne tossed her right leg over his shoulder and used his tongue, along with his thumb, to massage her clit. She hunched forward and looked down on him with a look of surprise. She curled her toes into the hay. Wayne vivaciously licked her and wagged his head, which caused Danielle to uncontrollably buck forward. She whipped back and giggled breathlessly at her own reaction.

Wayne pulled away with a confident beam. He guided her down to the hay, to her back. He grasped her left ankle, hiked her foot in the air, while his cock slid into her tight, wet center.

Danielle choked on a breath, clenched her feet.

Wayne chuckled at her body's response. He crawled between her warm thighs. Then, his hips rotated with a practiced swing.

Danielle glared beyond his face, and to the vaulted ceiling. Her eyes rolled. The rhythm was slow at first, working their way into the mood. She moaned softly in his ear, wanting to cry for some weird reason. His motion picked up pace, and she expelled rapid heaves right along with him. Her legs quaked, toes tingled, and goosebumps swarmed her bouncing breasts. At that moment, she was attacked by a tickle so intense that she bowed her back off the ground.

Just as she exploded on his cock, Wayne stopped and pulled out. His cock glistened under the light, just like Danielle's perspiring body. Danielle dropped her feet to the floor and closed her legs. She covered her blood-red face and breathed heavily into her palm. Wayne assisted the visibly shaken woman to her hands and knees, facing the crowd. She didn't even notice them, her gaze piercing through them like ghosts. She tensed, shuddered, from the pressure of him entering her again. She sprung up on her fingertips and tiptoes. The thick cock wasn't as gentle as before. He rammed her, clapping his thighs against her backside. She pinched her lips and held in the pleasure-filled groan. Her arms trembled, gave away, and she flopped to the floor. However, her round ass remained in the air.

"Aw, she's close," Wayne said.

While continually pounded, Danielle blinked her blurry eyes to make sure her vision wasn't sliding. She hiked her brows in bewilderment, but the look of shock didn't last. Her face, once again, tightened. "Ahhh!"

Wayne hooked her thighs with his arms and picked her lower-half off the hay. From there, standing, he energetically rocked her body.

"oooohhhh-AH!..." Danielle's pitch heightened with each second. A warm sensation spread over every surface of her body. She eyed the floor with a distant look. Her mind was numb. Her sore pussy tingled. The painful pleasure was growing. She clawed at the hay with veins coming from her forehead. She began blinking in rapid succession. Drool dribbled down her chin. Tears maneuvered down her smooth face, leaving streaks of mascara. The sensation was too much. She pulled away from his cock. Her sight darkened, and she released a gasping shudder as if losing consciousness.

"Time!" Earl said.

Danielle lay flat across the floor. Her heavy breaths blew the hay aside.

"Looks like we have a winner folks," Earl said. "Surviving nine minutes on the dot, winner of the grand prize of five thousand buckaroos... Da—"

"Help!" a voice cried out.

Earl stopped and looked to the back, over the patrons' heads.

The secretary stood in the threshold of Earl's office, hands bound with duck-tape over her mouth. A nearby customer helped peel the tape from her mouth. She glared toward the hay-pen, singling out Danielle. "They tried to steal the grand prize! Get ‘em!"

"Time to go," Jenny said to Danielle as she dashed by her. She snatched the briefcase from the stage and took off through the crowd of stunned guests. Without thinking of her robe, Danielle followed on wobbly legs.

"Get ‘em!"