Mud splattered up the side of the shed, the sound of the country blotted out by the guttural sound of twin red, dirt Honda bikes as they spun in through the gate, spraying everything in a three-quarters circle as they skidded to a stop. Keith had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday, and this was the first actual use he had had with the dirt bike he had received for his birthday. He had been out on a ride through the muddiest parts of the bush for their first ride with his best friend, Kevin. Kevin’s mum and dad owned the farm, and Keith was hanging with them for a week or so during the break between high school and university. Kevin had a motorbike for playing the trails around the valleys, for farm work, and for just playing around the farm and state forest trails.

Kevin had had the bike now for a couple of years; he was a year older than Keith. His bike was required for him to work on the farm, so he had become a good tutor for Keith.

Kevin’s dad was at a livestock sale about a day and a half drive from the farm. It was a break between high school and going to university.

When they got back to the farm, they were covered from head to foot in mud, laughing until they cried. The day was perfect; at two o’clock in the afternoon, the heat was at its peak, off the scale. As they approached the implement shed, Nina, Kevin’s mother, came around the corner with a couple of tall brown bottles of ice-cold beer. She was wearing a light summer top and very skimpy denim shorts and work boots.

“Here, take a beer each; I bet you are parched.” Kevin and Keith accepted their beers. “Park your bikes and wash them down.“ Said Nina. “When they are clean, put them in the barn and come back here.”

They did as they were told, splashing each other as they played and joked while hosing down their dirt bikes.

“Get your gear off and throw it in the water trough; I will deal with the muddy clothes at a later date.”

“Thanks, Mum, you’re the best,” Kevin replied.

Much to Keith’s surprise, Kevin stripped to the nude, sitting on the trough to remove his bike boots, casting his clothes into the trough as he was asked.

Keith stood with his chest bare, looking like he was in two minds: to follow suit or just stay with his pants on. He knew Mrs Downie; he had visited here many times, as Kevvy had been a friend since preschool, but he had never in his memory just got naked in front of her, or for that matter in front of anyone. His self-confidence was low and getting lower as he contemplated stripping completely naked in front of his friend’s mother. He had imagined this scenario many times: lying in bed with an early morning involuntary erection in his hand, but always with girls his age, never with an older woman.

“You shy, mate? Jeans and undies as well? Nobody is precious around here.” Kevin says as he gives his mate a sideways look.

Nina hears Kevin prompting Keith to get his gear off properly and steps in between the boys to talk.

“The farm animals are all naked; the cattle and horses have much bigger dicks than you, Keith; pigs have skinny ones; and the dogs are always running around mounting each other. This is a farm; nudity is part of the go. Now strip properly and stop being a big girl’s blouse.”

She immediately stepped up to him, squatting in front of him, reaching out and starting to undo his boots. Kevin sniggered at his mother as he began rinsing the clothes in the trough, as Mrs Downie helped Keith out of his boots, whether he liked it or not.

With Nina kneeling in front of Keith, he could see down her top; she definitely wore no bra, and her nipples were clearly on display. He started to have movement in his own underwear, hoping she didn’t notice. He wondered if she wore any underwear as well, or was it a naked pussy rubbing on the inside of those denim shorts? She worked on his left foot first, unpicking the laces slowly from each of the ten eyelets, teasing him as she went.  Her breasts bounced with each movement, one eventually escaping its confines and spilling out of her top. Nina’s deft fingers moved to retrieve her errant breast, but not before a hard nipple grazed against his thigh.

“Oops,” she purred, “Looks like the naughty nipple wanted to join the party.” She leant in close to tuck her breast back in, and Keith caught a whiff of her musky scent. “Other foot, Keith,” she said, as she reached out for his ankle and blew a strand of hair away from her face, keeping her eyes fixed on his hardening crotch.

He put his right foot forward, and she started the unlacing process again, her breasts bouncing with each delicate movement. But as she reached a particularly gnarly knot, her left breast made a daring escape from her top, revealing a deep purple nipple encircled by a small, dark brown areola. Her bronze skin bore no signs of the white colouring that are the shadows from wearing clothing; her bronze skin shone in the bright midafternoon light.

Keith could see she was a copper tone all over her breast and lower stomach to the waistband of her micro denim shorts. He couldn’t help but gaze; his cock had sprung to attention in his jeans, causing him significant distress, and he could smell Nina’s musky scent filling the air as she leant close to Keith, her mouth inches from his hardening crotch. It was a mixture of sweat, arousal, and a hint of perfume, driving him wild with desire.

“Fuck,” Keith said under his breath.

Nina slipped both boots off and, without warning, pushed his blue jeans down, catching his green boxer shorts with them.

“Whoa, leave it out, Keith; no wonder you needed help to get undressed.” Nina purrs. She took one of her hands, the same one that had been working on his boot, and slid it down his thigh, over his throbbing cock, and up to fondle his balls.

Keith gasped in pleasure as she gave them a light squeeze before stroking up and down his now fully erect member. Her touch was soft yet firm; he could feel the silk of her top against his shaft.

“Kevvy, you might have to compete against this; your friend is well hung. Who is he fucking right now?”

“Nobody, Mrs Downie. I don’t have a girlfriend, and I haven’t used it like that ever.” Keith responded in Kevin’s place.

“Wow, you mean you’re a virgin? With this weapon, I am definitely going to be your first.”

“Mum, you are embarrassing Keith and me. Let’s get the wash down over, and then we can have another beer and a swim,” says Kevin, who was now slightly embarrassed and jealous of his friend.

“To the fence and put your palms flat on the palings, bums out while I give you a complete clean down.

The boys see the wooden fence before them, glistening water droplets covering its surface. Keith can’t shake the vision of Nina’s wet top clinging to her body, a single breast visible and swinging as she moves. Quickly, she places the hose down and removes her top by pulling it over her head before she hangs it up. Her copper skin looked even more erotic with her naked, toned body. Now Nina was clad only in tiny shorts and a white thong showing above her rear waistband. Keith had never seen a real live woman this naked; his erection wouldn’t go down. He had seen this stuff in porn movies but never expected to see it in real life. The smell of sex mixed with the farmyard gave the air an erotic, raw feel; the birds and insects buzzing around in the mid-afternoon sun added a natural layer to the inevitable outcome; and not a cloud in the sky just provided the perfect canvas. Who would believe this? What was she going to do, maybe flog us? Keith’s excitement grew; he couldn’t imagine what might be in store for them.

She then turned around to face them, with a large sponge and the hose in hand, and started to rub down her son Kevin as if he were a horse being rubbed down after a workout. Her actions were measured, and she was clearly used to dishing out this kind of treatment.

Keith’s cock stretched even more; he couldn’t believe that Kevin barely took any notice, his penis actually at half-mast, his cock hanging limply as his mother gave him a thorough wash. Keith can hardly watch; Nina takes the sponge, soaps it and pushes it between Kevin’s butt cheeks. She hesitates at the bum hole and pushes her thumb covered in shampoo inside it. Now Keith hears Kevin groan as his penis stretches a little.

She handed the hose to Kevin.

“You wash down your friend.”

Keith feels disappointed by this turn of events; he had been fantasising about the feel of Nina washing him down, especially if she had put her thumb in his rectum. His erection droops a little; he is not sure how he is going to accept Kevin washing him down.

“Don’t worry, darling; on the farm we all learn to do all the tasks. Kevin has been doing wash downs since he was tall enough to reach a horse’s backside, haven’t you, Dave?”

“Yes, Mum, I have, but no need to broadcast it; I don’t want to get known as the farmhand at school. That wouldn’t be good for my ego.

During Mrs Downie’s break from her cleaning duties, she took the time to dispense with the rest of her clothes. Keith gazed transfixed as she unzipped her shorts, pushing them to the ground while standing on a single leg while removing them, and then dispensing with her underwear, without her white thong touching the ground.

Keith notices her pussy isn’t covered in pubic hair but is neatly trimmed with a V-shaped patch of short hair pointing to the beautiful slit denoting the start of her genitals; they are just perfect. Keith’s erection is back in full play even though it’s Kevin washing him down.

Mrs Downie bent over with her back towards Keith, and he almost had an orgasm immediately; the perfect pouch of pussy sat between two halves of bronze buttocks. His glimpse was only short, but the memory of that first look would stay with him forever. The gentle hum of insects in the background, with the noise of cattle calls, and the gentle warm breeze moving the farmyard aromas around added to the sensual atmosphere.

Nina Downie reached under and caught Kevin’s testicles and gently fondled them as she worked up to his strong, determined male appendage with her left hand. Keith only saw the body’s bottom half; he also felt the sponge at work on his own backside, gently parting it into two halves and heading towards his anus knot. He wondered what it would feel like; the sun was in full strength, and he felt sweat mixed with water and oil as his backside was massaged. He had always wondered what a massage would be like, and surely this must be close, and it was being administered by his male friend. Never had they been this close or intimate; a few hours ago, he could not even imagine what it would feel like as they powered around farm tracks, negotiating steep hills, covering each other in dirt and mud. Keith was almost embarrassed he would like it. Was he gay? He didn’t think so, but Kevin was doing such a gentle job he felt like he might be.

His perspective changed when Kevin sunk his thumb in his anal passage; that felt weird but not that unpleasant. Simultaneously, the light touch of a woman’s hand was softly stroking his balls and running fingers up the full length of his manhood, gradually closing around it. The sensation of Mrs Downie holding his testicles was both foreign and exciting to Keith; it was definitely time to lose the plot here. There was no doubt he was about to explode; all he could do was groan, and then as soon as it started, it stopped.

“You are not going to give in this early, young man,” Nina commanded, her eyes narrowed. “I don’t want you releasing your desires all over my property. Instead, you must hold back and fulfil my needs first, then we can assist Kevin in releasing his urges.” Her tone was authoritative and resolute.

Keith, his face flushed and beads of sweat forming on his brow, stammers, “I-I don’t understand. What do you want me to do? I need to cum.”

Nina sighs with exaggerated patience. “You must learn to pace yourself and let your body adapt to these sensations. To be a proficient lover, endurance is key, making certain your partner reaches satisfaction before you do. Comprehend?”

“Yes, Mrs Downie,” Keith replies meekly.

“No more ‘Mrs. Downie’, alright? Call me Nina.” She pursed her lips in annoyance.

Keith nodded, desperation cooling his voice as he said, “Alright, Nina. Just tell me what I have to do; I can’t hold back much longer.”

“Place both hands on the edge of the trough,” she instructed, gesturing towards it. “Raise your hips and spread your legs slightly apart. Then simply breathe and savour the experience.”

Trepidation in his eyes, Keith glanced back at Kevin. “What’s going to happen?” Before he could even finish the question, Keith felt the cool sensation of lubricant being applied around his entrance by Kevin’s eager fingers.

“I’m not sure I want this; I’m not attracted to men,” Keith muttered nervously.

Keith smirked at him knowingly. “Just give it time – I’m sure you’ll find pleasure in it eventually. Besides…” He leant closer to him and whispered conspiratorially, “Isn’t this similar to what you’ve been fantasising about with my mother?”

“No!” Keith protested, his face reddening even more. “I swear I—Ah!”

Keith’s words turned into a pained gasp as he felt Kevin’s hardened arousal press against his vulnerable opening. The sensation was foreign and strangely uncomfortable. A shiver ran down Keith’s spine as more lubricant was spread around his sensitive skin.

“Relax,” Nina counselled, her voice soothing. “You’ll find it enjoyable once you let yourself go. Believe me, I’ve been in your position countless times, with a man’s yearning to possess me from all angles.”

Kevin grinned at her remark, while Nina simply sighed in acknowledgement. “Well, someone has to keep our visitors entertained when they arrive at the station. And more often than not, I’m the only female around.”

As the pressure intensified, Keith felt Kevin’s arousal slowly penetrate him, then hesitate for a moment before plunging deeper. It was an awkward and unfamiliar sensation that left him feeling oddly full and constricted.

However, as he began to relax and follow Nina’s advice, he started to feel a growing warmth and pleasure with each rhythmic movement. Once he had relaxed, Kevin stepped up the pace, gripping Keith’s thighs and pounding his buttocks as he became close to arousal. Fingers dug deep in his rear end as Kevin banged faster and faster until a large burst and everything slowed and eventually stopped. Kevin’s withdrawal was a relief, but surprisingly Keith could have gone another round.

“Bring it here, big boy, she bent down and kissed her son’s shaft before opening her mouth and taking it all the way down. Keith was nearly sick; that had been up his backside, yuk, but a few licks later she withdrew it and said to him.

“Go clean up and bring us some more beers; this is thirsty work.”

“Why don’t we go inside, Nina? Wouldn’t it be more comfortable?”

“I like it out in the stockyards; it’s rough country, real. It feels raw where we don’t have to act. Being who we are, we are animals, just sex-craved animals. I love human interaction in the wild; it makes me feel more alive,” says Nina.

“I suppose, what next?” Keith still felt lost, as if he was being led by a guru, a mystical teacher of love and sex. He was eager to learn. He couldn’t believe he had not had an orgasm yet; she had prevented it each time he came close. He couldn’t believe how she could control the narrative like that.

“What’s next is your complete birthday present. Come here; you and I are going to have a private party. You can have anything on the menu, and everything you want is on the menu.” Nina moved close to Keith and put one of her hands around his waist and slid the other over his erection, taking it in a full fist, drawing the foreskin back and inspecting the channel between the foreskin and the head. She bent down and licked the pre-cum off it and kissed it.

“Little man, we are going to teach you how to satisfy a woman this afternoon; I hope you are ready.

Keith couldn’t believe the scene; he was naked with a raging erection, standing outside the mustering yards. The late afternoon sun was dipping in the west, turning the red bull dust a deeper shade of red and colouring the clouds shades of pink to deep purple. The buzz of insects provided the bass tone to the odd bellowing from the cattle and the screeching of a large mob of sulphur-crested cockatoos gathering around a solitary gum tree far in the distance.

Nina moved her face back close to Keith, and with an extra tease, she said. “Fuck me, do whatever you like, but fuck me until you can’t handle any more. Try to avoid climaxing; that just softens the impact for your partner and makes a mess. Make your woman or man climax, then you become king?

She dropped to her knees in the red dust; her tongue returned to teasing the knob she had revealed until she had sucked about a third of the knob into her mouth. Her lips closed over it, and she gradually dragged her lightly closed lips towards herself, all the time engaging Keith’s eyes.

There she knelt in front of him, a bronzed, blonde woman like a naked slave servicing him as he could never imagine. Giving him excruciating pleasure. He couldn’t ever imagine he would be standing at the stockyards with any girl, let alone Kevin’s mother, having his cock swallowed. That bright, bubbly mum who would arrive at Keith’s family's Burntwood home in a beat-up old troop with her son for a play date.

Kevin returned with three ice-cold bottles of beer, the condensation dripping off them. He paid no attention to his mother’s shameless submissive behaviour. He twisted the cap off the first bottle and handed it to Keith. He opened the second, handing it to Nina. She released Keith’s cock with her right hand. Took the bottle, had a huge swig before handing it back to him, with her mouth full of cold beer, slipping her lips over Keith’s knob, covering it in freezing liquid.

“Fuck, that feels good.” Keith gasped as Nina repeated the action; this was so good. He lifted his own bottle and drew a large swig, as yet another cold beer bath covered his knob.”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Keith groaned.

“Why does he have all the fun?” Said Kevin

Nina reached out and dragged her son’s dick closer, took another swig, and jammed both dicks in her flooded mouth. Groans of pleasure came from both boys as she used her tongue to ensure they were both covered in the cold fizzing liquid as their knobs touched and kissed each other.

“Oh, wow, Mother, you also have a trick one better than the last; this is very cool.”

“Nice.” She said as she released both the boys. “Keith, we still have that nasty virginity to dispense with.” She stood up and moved close, ensuring her body was touching his now full erection, pushing it against his stomach. “How do you want me?”

Keith had never considered that question; he had watched a lot of porn but never pondered how he would like his first fuck. Most times a bed was involved; no bed here, just dust and puddles of red mud. He couldn’t exactly have her lie on that; even doggy style would make a mess of both of them. He had hoped she would lead the way; this was embarrassing.

She reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders. “Put your hands under my bum and lift me and spear me with your cock while I hang around your neck.”

Kevin watched on, still feeling very left out. He had never had sex like this. What was so special about Keith?

“Be a darling and help hoist me up, Kevvy, so Keith can spike me.”

Kevin did precisely as his mother had instructed. Lowering his mother’s spread legs over his friend’s eager penis. Keith sighed as he felt his foreskin slide back to slip into Nina’s entrance. He felt a sharp pain as she bit down on his ear and swirled her tongue in his ear as she emitted a deep moan.

“That’s so good. Slip it down the tunnel gently and bounce me slowly until we are working in harmony. You are good, a natural, born to do this. Are you sure this is your first time, Keith?” says Nina.

“You are terrific, Keith; keep it up. I think you will be very popular.” Said Nina, and then to her son. “Kevvy, clean up the empties, and organise the BBQ. After pounding this piece of meat, let’s all have steak for dinner. Don’t worry, boy, you will get a chance to show your friend how you enjoy your mum.”

Kevin simply did as he was told and disappeared around the barn with an armload of bottles.

Keith continued to hold Nina under her backside and slide her up and down his cock; the feeling was terrific, but the action was tiring. Exhaustion may prevent him from reaching his peak of pleasure. It was OK for Nina; she had her arms around his shoulders; her thighs gripped around his waist as she pumped up and down on his cock. Her eyes were barely open as she concentrated on pleasuring herself on the thick rod of human flesh stuffed between her legs, buried deep in her vulva up to her cervix, filling her whole vaginal canal. The cattle in the distance were braying more intently, like a line-up at a gang bang, as a wedge-tailed eagle soared over the dusking sky as a silent voyeur. Keith couldn’t hold Nina up much longer; his arms were at their limits. He shuffled their two pumping bodies towards the stockyard fence as he felt his orgasm approaching. She was contracting and expanding her tunnel around his shaft as if being pumped by an eager fist, and his cock was at maximum expansion, building for a huge exploding release.

He felt her vagina grip and let go of his pumping cock, as her fingers gripped uncomfortably into his neck.

Then it happened: the wetness over his penis increased, and he felt squirts into his abdomen as she released her orgasm. Her whole body shivered, which triggered a complete explosion from him ejaculating in her cavity with what felt to him like litres of his semen, squeezing out the sides as his dick slowed its thrusting. He just held her as their heavy breathing returned to normal; his dick felt great, a little sore, and she had stopped showering his neck and face with kisses.

“That was magnificent. I can’t believe it; that’s a first for me, in the stockyards, naked with such an athletic young man, and I was completely spiked on your incredible dick.” Said Nina.

“Wow, thank you, Mrs Downie. What a wonderful birthday present and a great way to lose my virginity.” Puffed an exhausted Keith.

 Mud splattered up the side of the shed, the sound of the country blotted out by the guttural sound of twin red dirt Honda bikes as they spun in through the gate, spraying everything in a three-quarters circle as they skidded to a stop. Keith had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday, and this was the first actual use he had had of the dirt bike he had received for his birthday. He had been out on a ride through the muddiest parts of the bush for their first ride with his best friend Kevin. Kevin’s mum and dad owned the farm, and Keith was hanging with them for a week or so during the break between high school and University. Kevin had a motorbike for playing the trails around the valleys, for farm work, and just playing around the farm and state forest trails. 

Kevin had had the bike now for a couple of years; he was a year older than Keith. His bike was required for him to do work on the farm, so he had become a good tutor for Keith.

Kevin’s dad was at a livestock sale about a day and a half drive from the farm. It was a break between high school and going to university.

When they got back to the farm, they were covered from head to foot in mud, laughing till they cried. The day was perfect at two o’clock in the afternoon; the heat was at its peak, off the scale. As they approached the implement shed, Nina, Kevin’s mother, came around the corner with a couple of tall brown bottles of ice-cold beer. She was wearing a light summer top and very skimpy denim shorts and work boots.

“Here, take a beer each; I bet you are parched.” Kevin and Keith accepted their beers. “Park your bikes and wash them down." said Nina. “When they are clean, put them in the barn and come back here.” 

They did as they were told, splashing each other as they played and joked while hosing down their dirt bikes. 

“Get your gear off and throw it in the water trough; I will deal with the muddy clothes at a later date.”

“Thanks Mum, you’re the best,” Kevin replies.

Much to Keith's surprise, Kevin strips to the nude, sitting on the trough to remove his bike boots, casting his clothes into the trough as he was asked.

Keith stood with his chest bare, looking like he was in two minds, to follow suit or just stay with his pants on. He knew Mrs Downie; he had visited here many times as Kevvy had been a friend since preschool, but he had never in his memory just got naked in front of her, or for that matter in front of anyone. His self-confidence was low and getting lower as he contemplated stripping completely naked in front of his friend’s mother. He had imagined this scenario many times lying in his bed with an early morning involuntary erection in his hand, but always with girls his age, never ever with an older woman.

“You shy, mate, jeans and undies as well, nobody is precious around here,” Kevin says as he gives his mate a sideways look.

Nina hears Kevin’s prompting Keith to get his gear off properly and steps in between the boys to talk.

“The farm animals are all naked; the cattle and horses have much bigger dicks than you, Keith; pigs have skinny ones and the dogs are always running around mounting each other. This is a farm; nudity is part of the go. Now strip properly and stop being a big girl’s blouse.”

She immediately stepped up to him, squatting in front of him, reaching out and started to undo his boots. Kevin sniggered at his mother as he began rinsing e the clothes in the trough, as Mrs Downie helped Keith out of his boots, whether he liked it or not.

With Nina kneeling in front of Keith, he could see down her top; she definitely wore no bra, her nipples were clearly on display, and he started to have movement in his own underwear, hoping she didn’t notice. He wondered if she wore any underwear as well, or was it a naked pussy rubbing on the inside of those denim shorts. She worked on his left foot first and unpicked the laces slowly from each of the ten eyelets, teasing him as she went. Her breasts bounced with each movement, one eventually escaping its confines and spilling out of her top. Nina's deft fingers moved to retrieve her errant breast, but not before a hard nipple grazed against his thigh. 

"Oops," she purred," Looks like the naughty nipple wanted to join the party." She leaned in close to tuck her breast back in, and Keith caught a whiff of her musky scent. "Other foot, Keith," she said, reaching out for his ankle and blowing a strand of hair away from her face, her eyes never leaving his hardening crotch. 

He put his right foot forward, and she started the unlacing process again, her breasts bouncing with each delicate movement. But as she reached a particularly gnarly knot, her left breast made a daring escape from her top, revealing a deep purple nipple encircled by a small, dark brown areola. Her bronze skin bore no signs of the white colouring that are the shadows from wearing clothing; her bronze skin shone in the bright mid-afternoon light.

Keith could see she was copper-toned all over her breasts and lower stomach to the waistband of her micro denim shorts. He couldn’t help but gaze; his cock had sprung to attention in his jeans, causing him significant distress, and he could smell Nina's musky scent filling the air as she leaned close to Keith, her mouth inches from his hardening crotch. It was a mixture of sweat, arousal, and a hint of perfume, driving him wild with desire.

"Fuck," Keith said under his breath.

Nina slipped both boots off and, without warning, pushed his blue jeans down, catching his green boxer shorts with them.

"Whoa, leave it out, Keith, no wonder you needed help to get undressed." Nina purrs. She took one of her hands, the same one that had been working on his boot, and slid it down his thigh, over his throbbing cock, and up to fondle his balls.

Keith gasped in pleasure as she gave them a light squeeze before stroking up and down his now fully erect member. Her touch was soft yet firm; he could feel the silk of her top against his shaft.

“Kevvy, you might have to compete with this. Your friend is well hung. Who is he fucking right now?”

“Nobody, Mrs Downie. I don’t have a girlfriend, and I haven’t used it like that ever,” Keith responded in Kevin's place.

“Wow, you mean you’re a virgin, with this weapon? I am definitely going to be your first.”

“Mum, you are embarrassing Keith and me. Let’s get the wash down over, then we can have another beer and a swim,” says Kevin, who was now slightly embarrassed and jealous of his friend.

“To the fence and put your palms flat on the palings, bums out while I give you a complete clean down.

The boys see the wooden fence before them, glistening water droplets covering its surface. Keith can’t shake the vision of Nina's wet top clinging to her body, a single breast visible and swinging as she moves. Quickly, she places the hose down and removes her top by pulling it over her head before she hangs it up. Her copper skin looked even more erotic with her naked, toned body. Now Nina was clad only in tiny shorts and a white thong showing above her rear waistband. Keith had never seen a real live woman this naked; his erection wouldn’t go down. He had seen this stuff in porn movies, but never expected to see it in real life. The smell of sex mixed with the farmyard gave the air an erotic, raw feel; the birds and insects buzzing around in the mid-afternoon sun added a natural layer to the inevitable outcome; not a cloud in the sky just provided the perfect canvas; who would believe this. What was she going to do? Maybe flog us. Keith's excitement grew; he couldn’t imagine what might be in store for them.

She then turned around to face them, with a large sponge and the hose in hand, and started to rub down her son Kevin as if he was a horse being rubbed down after a workout. Her actions were measured, and she was clearly used to dishing out this kind of treatment.

Keith’s cock stretched even more; he couldn’t believe that Kevin barely took any notice, his penis actually at half-mast, as his mother gave him a thorough wash. Keith could hardly watch. Nina took the sponge, soaped it, and pushed between Kevin's butt cheeks. She hesitated at the bum hole and pushed her thumb covered in shampoo inside it. Now Keith heard Kevin groan as his penis stretched a little.

She handed the hose to Kevin. 

“You wash down your friend.”

Keith feels disappointed by this turn of events; he had been fantasising about the feel of Nina washing him down, especially if she had put her thumb in his rectum. His erection droops a little; he is not sure how he is going to accept Kevin washing him down.

“Don’t worry, darling, on the farm we all learn to do all the tasks. Kevin has been doing wash downs since he was tall enough to reach a horse's backside, haven’t you, Dave?”

“Yes, Mum, I have, but no need to broadcast it; I don’t want to get known as the farmhand at school, that wouldn’t be good for my ego.

During Mrs Downie’s break from her cleaning duties, she took the time to dispense with the rest of her clothes. Keith gazed transfixed as she unzipped her shorts, pushing them to the ground while standing on a single leg while removing them, and then dispensing with her underwear, without her white thong touching the ground.

Keith notices her pussy isn’t covered in pubic hair, but is neatly trimmed with a V-shaped patch of short hair pointing to the beautiful slit denoting the start of her genitals; they are just perfect. Keith’s erection is back in full play even though it's Kevin washing him down. 

Mrs Downie bent over with her back towards Keith, and he almost had an orgasm immediately; the perfect pouch of pussy sat between two halves of bronze buttocks, his glimpse was only short, but the memory of that first look would stay with him forever. The gentle hum of insects in the background, with the noise of cattle calls, and the gentle warm breeze moving the farmyard aromas around added to the sensual atmosphere.

Nina Downie reached under and caught Kevin's testicles and gently fondled them as she worked up to his strong determine male appendage with her left hand. Keith only saw the body’s bottom half; he also felt the sponge at work on his own backside, gently parting into two halves and heading towards his anus knot. He wondered what it would feel like; the sun was in full strength, and he felt sweat, mixed with water and oil, as his backside was massaged. He had always wondered what a massage would be like, and surely this must be close, and it was being administered by his male friend; never had they been this close or intimate. A few hours ago he could not even imagine what it would feel like as they powered around farm tracks, negotiating steep hills, covering each other in dirt and mud. Keith was almost embarrassed he would like it; was he gay? He didn’t think so, but Kevin was doing such a gentle job he felt like he might be.

His perspective changed when Kevin sunk his thumb in his anal passage; that felt weird but not that unpleasant. Simultaneously, the light touch of a woman’s hand was softly stroking his balls and running fingers up the full length of his manhood, gradually closing around it. The sensation of Mrs Downie holding his testicles was both foreign and exciting to Keith; it was definitely time to lose the plot here. There was no doubt he was about to explode; all he could do was groan, and then, as soon as it started, it stopped.

"You are not going to give in this early, young man," Nina commanded, her eyes narrowed. "I don't want you releasing your desires all over my property. Instead, you must hold back and fulfil my needs first, then we can assist Kevin in releasing his urges." Her tone was authoritative and resolute.

Keith, his face flushed and beads of sweat forming on his brow, stammers, "I-I don't understand. What do you want me to do? I need to cum."

Nina sighs with exaggerated patience. "You must learn to pace yourself and let your body adapt to these sensations. To be a proficient lover, endurance is key, making certain your partner reaches satisfaction before you do. Comprehend?" 

"Yes, Mrs Downie," Keith replies meekly.

"No more 'Mrs. Downie,' alright? Call me Nina." She pursed her lips in annoyance.

Keith nodded, desperation cooling his voice as he said, "Alright, Nina. Just tell me what I have to do; I can't hold back much longer."

"Place both hands on the edge of the trough," she instructed, gesturing towards it. "Raise your hips and spread your legs slightly apart. Then simply breathe and savour the experience."

Trepidation in his eyes, Keith glanced back at Kevin. "What's going to happen?" Before he could even finish the question, Keith felt the cool sensation of lubricant being applied around his entrance by Kevin's eager fingers.

"I'm not sure I want this; I'm not attracted to men," Keith muttered nervously.

Keith smirked at him knowingly. "Just give it time–I'm sure you'll find pleasure in it, eventually. Besides…" He leaned closer to him and whispered conspiratorially, "Isn't this similar to what you've been fantasising about with my mother?"

"No!" Keith protested, his face reddening even more. "I swear I—Ah!"

Keith's words turned into a pained gasp as he felt Kevin's hardened arousal press against his vulnerable opening. The sensation was foreign and strangely uncomfortable. A shiver ran down Keith's spine as more lubricant was spread around his sensitive skin.

"Relax," Nina counselled, her voice soothing. "You'll find it enjoyable once you let yourself go. Believe me, I've been in your position countless times, with a man's yearning to possess me from all angles."

Kevin grinned at her remark, while Nina simply sighed in acknowledgment. "Well, someone has to keep our visitors entertained when they arrive at the station. And more often than not, I'm the only female around."

As the pressure intensified, Keith felt Kevin's arousal slowly penetrate him, then hesitate for a moment before plunging deeper. It was an awkward and unfamiliar sensation that left him feeling oddly full and constricted.

However, as he began to relax and follow Nina's advice, he started to feel a growing warmth and pleasure with each rhythmic movement. Once he had relaxed, Kevin stepped up the pace, gripping Keith’s thighs and pounding his buttock as he became close to arousal. Fingers dug deep in his rear end as Kevin banged faster and faster until a large burst and everything slowed, and eventually stopped. Kevin’s withdrawal was a relief, but surprisingly Keith could have gone another round.

“Bring it here, big boy, she bent down and kissed her son’s shaft before opening her mouth and taking it all the way down. Keith was nearly sick; that had been up his backside, yuk, but a few licks later she withdrew it and said to him. 

“Go clean up and bring us some more beers; this is thirsty work.”

“Why don’t we go inside, Nina? Wouldn’t it be more comfortable?”

“I like it out in the stockyards; it’s rough country, real. It feels raw where we don’t have to act like who we are; we are animals, just sex-craved animals. I love human interaction in the wild; it makes me feel more alive,” says Nina.

“I suppose, what next?” Keith still felt lost, as if he was being led by a guru, a mystical teacher of love and sex. He was eager to learn. He couldn’t believe he had not had an orgasm yet; she had prevented it each time he came close. He couldn’t believe how she could control the narrative like that.

“What’s next is your complete birthday present. Come here, you and I are going to have a private party. You can have anything on the menu, and everything you want is on the menu.” Nina moved close to Keith and put one of her hands around his waist and slid the other over his erection, taking it in a full fist, drawing the foreskin back and inspecting the channel between the foreskin and the head. She bent down and licked the pre-cum off it and kissed it. 

“Little man, we are going to teach you how to satisfy a woman this afternoon. I hope you are ready.

Keith couldn’t believe the scene; he was naked with a raging erection, standing outside the mustering yards. The late afternoon sun was dipping in the west, turning the red bull dust a deeper shade of red, and colouring the clouds shades of pink to deep purple. The buzz of insects provided the bass tone to the odd bellowing from the cattle, and the screeching of a large mob of sulphur-crested cockatoos gathering around a solitary gum tree far in the distance.

Nina moved her face back close to Keith, and with an extra tease, she said. “Fuck me, do whatever you like, but fuck me until you can’t handle any more. Try to avoid climaxing; that just softens the impact for your partner and makes a mess. Make your woman or man climax, then you become king?

She dropped to her knees in the red dust; her tongue returned to teasing the knob she had revealed until she had sucked about a third of the knob into her mouth. Her lips closed over it, and she gradually dragged her lightly closed lips towards herself, all the time engaging Keith’s eyes. 

There she knelt in front of him, a bronzed, blonde woman like a naked slave servicing him, as he could never imagine. Giving him excruciating pleasure. He couldn’t ever imagine he would be standing at the stockyards, with any girl, let alone Kevin’s mother, having his cock swallowed. That bright, bubbly mum who would arrive at Keith’s family Burntwood home in a beat-up old troupe with her son for a play-date. 

Kevin returned with three ice-cold bottles of beer, the condensation dripping off them. He paid no attention to his mother’s shameless submissive behaviour. He twisted the cap off the first bottle and handed it to Keith. He opened the second, handing it to Nina. She released Keith’s cock with her right hand. Took the bottle, had a huge swig before handing it back to him, with her mouth full of cold beer, slipping her lips over Keith’s knob, covering it in freezing liquid.

“Fuck, that feels good.” Keith gasped as Nina repeated the action; this was so good. He lifted his own bottle and drew a large swig, as yet another cold beer bath covered his knob.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Keith groaned.

“Why does he have all the fun?” Said Kevin

Nina reached out and dragged her son's dick closer, took another swig, and jammed both dicks in her flooded mouth. Groans of pleasure came from both boys as she used her tongue to ensure they were both covered in the cold fizzing liquid as their knobs touched and kissed each other. 

“Oh, wow, mother, you also have a trick one better than the last; this is very cool.”

“Nice.” She said as she released both the boys. “Keith, we still have that nasty virginity to dispense with.” She stood up and moved close, ensuring her body was touching his now full erection, pushing against his stomach. “How do you want me?”

Keith had never considered that question; he had watched a lot of porn but never pondered how he would like his first fuck. Most times a bed was involved; no bed here, just dust and puddles of red mud. He couldn’t exactly have her lie on that; even doggy style would make a mess of both of them. He had hoped she would lead the way; this was embarrassing. 

She reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders. “Put your hands under my bum and lift me and spear me with your cock while I hang around your neck.”

Kevin watched on, still feeling very left out. He had never had sex like this. What was so special about Keith?

“Be a darling and help hoist me up, Kevvy, so Keith can spike me.”

Kevin did precisely as his mother had instructed. Lowering his mother’s spread legs over his friend’s eager penis. Keith sighed as he felt his foreskin slide back to slip into Nina’s entrance. He felt a sharp pain as she bit down on his ear and swirled her tongue in his ear as she emitted a deep moan.

“That’s so good. Slip it down the tunnel gently and bounce me slowly until we are working in harmony. You are good, a natural, born to do this. Are you sure this is your first time, Keith?” says Nina.

“You are terrific, Keith. Keep it up. I think you will be very popular.” Said Nina, and then to her son. “Kevvy, clean up the empties, and organise the BBQ. After pounding this piece of meat, let's all have steak for dinner. Don’t worry, boy, you will get a chance to show your friend how you enjoy your mum.” 

Kevin simply did as he was told and disappeared around the barn with an armload of bottles.

Keith continued to hold Nina under her backside and slide her up and down his cock, the feeling was terrific, but the action was tiring. Exhaustion may prevent him from reaching his peak of pleasure. It was OK for Nina; she had her arms around his shoulders, her thighs gripped around his waist as she pumped up and down on his cock. Her eyes were barely open as she concentrated on pleasuring herself on the thick rod of human flesh stuffed between her legs, buried deep in her vulva up to her cervix, filling her whole vaginal canal. The cattle in the distance were braying more intently, like a line-up at a gang-bang as a wedge-tailed eagle soared over the dusking sky as a silent voyeur. Keith couldn’t hold Nina up much longer; his arms were at their limits. He shuffled their two pumping bodies toward the stockyard fence as he felt his orgasm approaching. She was contracting and expanding her tunnel around his shaft as if being pumped by an eager fist, and his cock was at maximum expansion, building for a huge exploding release. 

He felt as her vagina gripped and let go of his pumping cock, as her fingers gripped uncomfortably into his neck. 

Then it happened: the wetness over his penis increased; he felt squirts into his abdomen as she released her orgasm; her whole body shivered; that triggered a complete explosion from him, ejaculating in her cavity with what felt to him like litres of his semen, squeezing out the sides as his dick slowed its thrusting. He just held her as their heavy breathing returned to normal; his dick felt great, a little sore, and she had stopped showering his neck and face with kisses.

“That was magnificent. I can’t believe it; that’s a first for me. In the stockyards, naked with such an athletic young man, and I was completely spiked on your incredible dick.” Said Nina.

“Wow, thank you, Mrs Downie. What a wonderful birthday present and a great way to lose my virginity.” Puffed Keith.