The Little Fellow
The story of a little man with a BIG cock.
Layla Bangs
Copyright Layla Bangs 2012
Published at Smashwords
The sun rose over the old barn at Cuntingdale farm, the morning dew still fresh on the everglades. Everything on the farm was quiet except for the birds singing in the trees. In the corner of the barn, emerging from a good night’s sleep and from under a tattered crimson blanket was Roy Cuntington. Roy yawned and scratched his head as he looked out the door of the barn across the yard. As Roy adjusted his pants he noticed the whopping great erection he had. “Aye, morning glory eh? Well I’ll soon be done with you” he said with a devilish grin.
He made is way over to the farmhouse, he planned to catch a glimpse of Mrs Johnson, the farmer’s wife taking her morning shower. Living in the country, she was relaxed about not getting caught showering, and quite often left the windows to the bathroom wide open. Being the opportunist, Roy’s favourite pastime was to catch a glimpse of her washing her beautiful, long body unawares of him wanking himself into a frenzy at the peep show she was unwillingly providing.
As he scrambled up the climbing beans he had to be careful not to catch his huge thick cock on the trellis, he had made that mistake the previous morning and was not keen to repeat it. After some careful navigation he reached the top of the trellis, and after a few attempts he managed to swing his short frame onto the window sill for the prime viewing position. “What have we here?” he said to himself as the peered through the thick steam from the shower, fixing his stare on the slender naked body in the shower.
Roy pulled down his pants to reveal his cock. He began stroking his meat gently by running his hand up and down the shaft. The steam began to dissipate giving him a better view. Mrs Johnson was a beautiful leggy blond; she had shoulder length hair and dazzling green eyes. Her hands worked a soapy lather all over her perfect rose bud nipples. Every time her hands rubbed her breasts they bounced before settling back against her chest. The soapy water made its way down her stomach before cresting above her pubic mound before disappearing into a thick golden bush of pubic hair. The water run gently off her luscious looking lips before running down her thighs and into the drain. As she turned her back to the window, Roy could see the water making its way down her back before disappearing into her ass crack. She had a nice round ass, and Roy fantasized about grabbing hold of it as he continued to rub his cock. He had sped up his stroking now and he could see small beads of pre-cum building on the tip of his meat. They slowly dripped before pooling on the window sill as continued to masturbate.
Mrs Johnson seemed to be paying more attention to the cleanliness of her crotch today though Roy as she began rubbing her sopping wet cunt. “Well well, what have we here? Mr Johnson obviously hasn’t given been treating her right lately” Roy thought to himself as his eyes fixated their stare on her hands working away furiously. He watched as she inserted her index finger, right up to the knuckle deep inside her vagina. She leaned forward and braced herself against the wall of the shower with her other hand while she moaned loudly.
As Roy imagined her finger being exchanged for his veiny cock; Mrs Johnson began fingering herself with increasing speed. The water running down her arm, before breaking just above her clit then washing through her thick bush. Her hand withdrew slightly, before her fingers rested on her swollen love button and began circling around the pulsing muscle. She bit her lip as she straightened her body slightly and began squeezing her erect nipples with her free hand. Roy fantasised about bursting through the bathroom door, pushing her against a wall and giving her the fuck of a lifetime – but for now he had to settle for a floor show. The crisp morning air, blowing across his bare ass mixed with the hot steam washing across his naked front made him weak at the knees as he continued to hand fuck himself.
Roy could hear her breathing heavily as her fingers continued to molest her velveteen pussy. He couldn’t distinguish whether it was the water or sweat running down her forehead as she began building towards a climax. Mrs Johnson removed the shower head and held it close to her nubbin. The water berated her pussy at such close range and began pounding her clit like a million tiny fingers. With her free hand she began inserting her fingers into her wet cavern, swiftly knuckle fucking herself as the water worked its magic. “Ohhhhhhhhh god” she moaned as she reached climax, her head tipping forwards, her chin resting on her chest. Roy was close to cumming himself now, his hand stroking himself faster and faster. “Ohhhh fuck it, fuck it, fuck it” Roy said in a muffled scream as he released his load all over the window sill. The steamy deposit pooled on an area of the sill that had been well worn from Roy’s previous dealings. Sweat was rolling down his cheeks, which were redder than usual. He felt quite dizzy with the excitement from Mrs Johnson’s shower and the conflicting temperatures and before long; he had pulled up his trousers and came to a rest on the sill, basking in the morning sun. “Aye, that was a good un’” he sighed to himself with a smile. “Oh well, better get to it I suppose” he said as he began the long climb back to ground level.