I’m not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to fuck, which he did, getting off with about five minutes of vigorous humping.He stood there a...d wiped himself off before releasing me from the crate and lent me an arm as I stood unsteadily to my feet. “That was incredible” I managed.“Glad to oblige” he grinned. “Anytime. Always have at least one stud needing an outing.” And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt rivulets of cum — man and dog — streaming down my legs. I stopped. He had a deep tan and his body was hard with muscles. He had a few soft curls on his chest and crowning his cock that stood proud from his narrow hips. ‘You taste so good,’ he whispered against my nipple before he moved down. Soon he was between my thighs and parted them wide, opening up my pussy to his gaze. He smiled with a fire in his eyes before he moved forward and gave me the most intimate kiss I’d ever received. I’d heard girls talk about receiving oral sex and I’d always thought it. She stuck her tongue out and touched the very tip of his penis. Her tongue sought out that tiny hole and she wiggled it back and forth. She then puckered her lips blowing cool air against the wet tip causing him to shudder. Tightening her grip around his cock, a tiny drop of pre cum formed on the slit. He moaned as she slurped up the precum. She licked from the head to the base of his cock and back up again. Unable to wait any longer, she engulfed the first four inches of his cock. Her soft wet. Eh, so I’d drive off and they’d be forgotten about. It was their loss! While there were those few and select killjoy’s out there, there were double the men who did take me up on my flirting and offers for blowjobs. I remember one of them I actually met at a stoplight who was on a bicycle and I still offered him a ride. He was in his late 30’s about and scruffy, with a semi-goatee and dirty blonde hair. So he got his bike into the back of my 1984 goldtone Toyota Corolla and we drove.