“I mean, what’s the Big Fucking Deal? Fucking, that is. One half of the population has got parts of them which are designed to fit the other half and we’re supposed to put them together. That’s the way we are made and those parts are very adaptable. It’s also supposed to feel so good that we’ll do it all the time. So why do so many people avoid fucking or make a big ass deal out of it?

“I’m 40 and I’ve been enjoying my womanly parts since I was fifteen. Fortunately birth control had been invented or I’d have a bunch of brats to deal with considering how many trillions of sperm have been dumped in me. Miles and miles of cock too, if you figure how many times and how many strokes multiplied by average cock length. I sometimes wish my pussy had an odometer so I could tell. Shit, I don’t even remember how many different cocks have tried out my parts, let alone how often. I guess it doesn’t really matter. I’ve enjoyed it and I’m still enjoying.”

Marcie was married, a decent looking woman with big hips and big tits and a big attitude. When her husband, who she married for love at age 25, couldn’t keep up with her lust life she told him flat out he’d better accept what she was or hit the road. She had plenty of practice with men before she met him and didn’t marry him for his pecker, which was a decent size and was welcome anytime he wanted to participate with her.

They had a farm and were really close to the earth. That was part of why she had developed the attitude she had, seeing animals fucking since a young age and trying out neighbor boys as kind of a copycat. She quickly discovered it was a real easy thing to do and the size of what they had hanging didn’t matter as much as how they used it and how they treated her. She quickly found out that sticking to one guy got boring and he began to take her for granted. Whenever you’re competing for something you appreciate it a lot more so whenever she took off her jeans or raised her skirt, she knew she’d be appreciated. Her future husband Darrell kept after her at the barn dances even though he was aware that she was pretty popular to disappear with.

Fucking doesn’t have to take long, she discovered. Sure it’s nice sometimes to have a leisurely and romantic time but you can get a lot of pleasure out of five minutes of coupling. At the barn dances, she’d often be nice and wet for the next one so they could slip in easily and get right down to the fun stuff without any undue delay. They couldn’t just dip their dick though, they needed to make her tits feel good and make sure that she got some jollies when they got theirs.

“As I said earlier, it’s no big deal. If I’m out mending a fence with one of the hands and I get horny, I just drop my jeans and bend over. They know to reach around and cup my big swinging titties as they rub inside me. They’ve also learned that if I don’t feel good from what they’re doing, they are not gonna get another chance.

“My husband has taken some educating though. We’d been married maybe six months when he came upon me bent over the workbench in the barn with a hired hand balls deep. I said, ‘Hi sweetie. You need me for something? I can be with you in a few minutes.’ We didn’t stop what we were doing but he walked away. When I found him after a while I asked, ‘Did you need some pussy too?’ We’d fucked that morning and were doing it twice a day, usually morning and night. I figured maybe he wanted a little more for some reason.”

His feelings were hurt but she couldn’t figure out why, so she asked. He wouldn’t look at her as he replied, “I thought I’d be enough for you.”

She put her arms around him, “You mean sex? You are, and a lot more things too. Does it bother you that I was fucking Jake? It was just a quickie.”

“JUST a quickie? I knew you fucked around before we were married but thought it would stop. Guess not.” He shrugged her off and walked away.

She dropped her Big Smiths which she was wearing commando and moved right in front of him. “Do I look any different than earlier this morning? Come on, don’t make a big fucking deal out of it. You had me plenty of times after someone else and I never heard any complaints.” She reached down to unbutton his overalls, fished out his dick and began sucking it hard. As he was moving inside her the farm hand walked by and she winked at him.

When they finished Darrel asked, “So why did you do it?”

“He was complaining how lonesome and horny he gets out here. Not many available girls in town either. I guess I got feeling bad for him and wanted to help out. Womanly sympathy. I wasn’t horny like sometimes when I do him.”

The cock still in her twitched, “So this wasn’t the first time?”

“No. It’s been a couple times a week for a few months. Since you haven’t noticed it must not be a big fucking deal, right?”

He had to concede the first part but hadn’t bought the second yet.