Bobbie in Hillbilly Heaven By Walt
Bobbie was as happy as anyone had a right to be. Her husband Bill had promised she would get a lot of attention at the ****** reunion, and he hadn't lied. He had brought her here to the hills of Tennessee four months ago, with the promise that she would get all of the sex she could handle from every male member of the ******. As she got up out of the rocking chair and slid her feet into the shower thongs, she patted her swelling belly with both hands and smiled. Bill hadn't been wrong there. She was carrying somebody's baby now, but she had no idea who the father was. It could be anyone of Bill's brothers to his grand pappy. She had fucked each and every one of them as often as she could, never able to satiate her desire for their big fat cocks. She loved how it felt when they would explode deep inside of her pussy, spewing their hot seed into her waiting womb. While she couldn't remember anything before her accident in New York, Bobbie had stopped worrying about it. There were no memories of her life as Kathy, the prim and proper Registered Nurse, wife and mother of two. All that remained was Bobbie, the simple minded nymphomaniac. She enjoyed being the center of attention for all of these men, cooking for them and fulfilling their sexual needs. Bill had gone back to New York on a job five months ago, and she hadn't heard a word from him since. She had stayed here with the ******. It was about a month after Bill had gone that she discovered she was pregnant, so at least she knew he wasn't the daddy. Secretly, she hoped it was pappy, Bill's grandfather. Every time Bobbie fucked old Clem, it was like it might be the last piece he would ever get, and he put his heart and soul into it, not to mention a twelve inch cock! Just thinking about the old man made her horny, and she reached down under her denim skirt and between her legs. Her pussy was dripping, and she fingered her swollen clit frantically. She was just about to cum by herself when she heard a voice at the kitchen doorway. "Hey, there, punkin'" Clem called out to her. "No need to diddle yourself while I'm here." He smiled as he walked over to her, reaching into his jeans to fish out his cock. "Let pappy take care of that itch for ya." Bobbie smiled at the old man and turned around, bending over the table. He came up behind her and threw her skirt up over her ass. She moaned as she felt the knobby head of his huge shaft probing her outer lips, teasing her. "Give me the damned thing, you old fucker!" she cried out to him. Clem laughed at her and slowly pushed forward. His meaty pole slid easily into her sopping wet hole. When he was buried to the hilt he stopped and sighed. She'd been a lot tighter fuck when Bill first brought her here. All the fucking with these horse cocks had stretched her out, no question. But damn, she was still a fine piece of ass, and she surely did love to fuck a fat prick. Even a seventy two year old prick! And since the bitch got knocked up, she couldn't seem to ever get enough cock. Clem just hoped this slut never did get her memory back. She was the best piece of ass since his sister had died. Clem fucked Bobbie slowly, using the entire length of his mighty shaft to make her cum over and over. She squirmed under him, clenching and unclenching her pussy in an effort to get him to shoot his sticky seed into her. Finally, after almost half an hour, Clem felt his orgasm approaching. "Hey, Bobbie, you cunt, where you want this load of cum?" He was fucking her with long, pistoning strokes, slapping his balls against her ass each time he drove forward. Bobbie panted her answer, "I'm thirsty, pappy, real thirsty." Clem cackled as he pulled his cock from her, leaving her pussy gaping wide, and moved around to place his cock against her lips. "Here ya go, then. One pappy whipped cream delight!" He stroked himself and she opened her mouth. Pappy groaned as he felt himself go over the edge. A ropey spurt of cum erupted from his cock, flying from the end and landing perfectly in Bobbie's open maw. He stroked himself again, and another heavy spurt flew from his prick, this time landing on her upper lip, giving her a creamy mustache. Bobbie licked her lip, greedily seeking the male nectar she craved. Clem fired a third and fourth spurt into her dark hair. As he began to go soft, he rubbed his cock in her hair to clean off the last drops. When he was done, he tucked himself back into his jeans and walked out of the kitchen. Bobbie got off the table and straightened her skirt. She took a hair brush from the counter and brushed the old man's cum through her hair. She liked the way it made her hair glow. Then Bobbie got back to work. Had to get dinner going for all these men. She padded barefoot across the kitchen, patting her belly once again and smiling. She had never been happier, barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. What more could she possibly ask for.
Bobbie was as happy as anyone had a right to be. Her husband Bill had promised she would get a lot of attention at the ****** reunion, and he hadn't lied. He had brought her here to the hills of Tennessee four months ago, with the promise that she would get all of the sex she could handle from every male member of the ******. As she got up out of the rocking chair and slid her feet into the shower thongs, she patted her swelling belly with both hands and smiled. Bill hadn't been wrong there. She was carrying somebody's baby now, but she had no idea who the father was. It could be anyone of Bill's brothers to his grand pappy. She had fucked each and every one of them as often as she could, never able to satiate her desire for their big fat cocks. She loved how it felt when they would explode deep inside of her pussy, spewing their hot seed into her waiting womb. While she couldn't remember anything before her accident in New York, Bobbie had stopped worrying about it. There were no memories of her life as Kathy, the prim and proper Registered Nurse, wife and mother of two. All that remained was Bobbie, the simple minded nymphomaniac. She enjoyed being the center of attention for all of these men, cooking for them and fulfilling their sexual needs. Bill had gone back to New York on a job five months ago, and she hadn't heard a word from him since. She had stayed here with the ******. It was about a month after Bill had gone that she discovered she was pregnant, so at least she knew he wasn't the daddy. Secretly, she hoped it was pappy, Bill's grandfather. Every time Bobbie fucked old Clem, it was like it might be the last piece he would ever get, and he put his heart and soul into it, not to mention a twelve inch cock! Just thinking about the old man made her horny, and she reached down under her denim skirt and between her legs. Her pussy was dripping, and she fingered her swollen clit frantically. She was just about to cum by herself when she heard a voice at the kitchen doorway. "Hey, there, punkin'" Clem called out to her. "No need to diddle yourself while I'm here." He smiled as he walked over to her, reaching into his jeans to fish out his cock. "Let pappy take care of that itch for ya." Bobbie smiled at the old man and turned around, bending over the table. He came up behind her and threw her skirt up over her ass. She moaned as she felt the knobby head of his huge shaft probing her outer lips, teasing her. "Give me the damned thing, you old fucker!" she cried out to him. Clem laughed at her and slowly pushed forward. His meaty pole slid easily into her sopping wet hole. When he was buried to the hilt he stopped and sighed. She'd been a lot tighter fuck when Bill first brought her here. All the fucking with these horse cocks had stretched her out, no question. But damn, she was still a fine piece of ass, and she surely did love to fuck a fat prick. Even a seventy two year old prick! And since the bitch got knocked up, she couldn't seem to ever get enough cock. Clem just hoped this slut never did get her memory back. She was the best piece of ass since his sister had died. Clem fucked Bobbie slowly, using the entire length of his mighty shaft to make her cum over and over. She squirmed under him, clenching and unclenching her pussy in an effort to get him to shoot his sticky seed into her. Finally, after almost half an hour, Clem felt his orgasm approaching. "Hey, Bobbie, you cunt, where you want this load of cum?" He was fucking her with long, pistoning strokes, slapping his balls against her ass each time he drove forward. Bobbie panted her answer, "I'm thirsty, pappy, real thirsty." Clem cackled as he pulled his cock from her, leaving her pussy gaping wide, and moved around to place his cock against her lips. "Here ya go, then. One pappy whipped cream delight!" He stroked himself and she opened her mouth. Pappy groaned as he felt himself go over the edge. A ropey spurt of cum erupted from his cock, flying from the end and landing perfectly in Bobbie's open maw. He stroked himself again, and another heavy spurt flew from his prick, this time landing on her upper lip, giving her a creamy mustache. Bobbie licked her lip, greedily seeking the male nectar she craved. Clem fired a third and fourth spurt into her dark hair. As he began to go soft, he rubbed his cock in her hair to clean off the last drops. When he was done, he tucked himself back into his jeans and walked out of the kitchen. Bobbie got off the table and straightened her skirt. She took a hair brush from the counter and brushed the old man's cum through her hair. She liked the way it made her hair glow. Then Bobbie got back to work. Had to get dinner going for all these men. She padded barefoot across the kitchen, patting her belly once again and smiling. She had never been happier, barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. What more could she possibly ask for.
