You heard the ginger cowgirl stretch and yawn, finally awake from her nap.
“Shoo-wee!” she exclaimed in an extremely country accent, “That was a good nap. Ah feel better rested than a kitten in a sunbeam, tell ya h’what!”
“Pleased with yourself, Dickson?” Rachel rolled her eyes, “You slept through half the lecture.”
“Aww, ah’ll read about it when ah git home tonight,” the cowgirl drawled, “An’ gimme a break, ah was up since the crack-a dawn doin’ farm chores! Sloppin’ the hogs, feedin’ the chickens, jackin’ off the horses… ah’m exhausted!”
You wondered briefly what male horses in this world might look like. Were they also disembodied genitalia, or was this a thing that was unique to humans? For the life of you, you prayed it was the latter.
“Tell ya what I also am is randy,” she continued, rubbing at her labia, “Yo Ames, give a girl a hand? Could ah borrow that pecker in yer tits right quickly?”
“Sure!” Amy giggled, taking your penis body out of her cleavage and walking you over to her desk. She passed you over to the cowgirl who tipped her hat appreciatively.
“Much obliged, sister,” she smiled as she looked you in the urethra, “Well howdy there, pard’ner! M’name’s Kimberly. Kimberly Dixon. What’s yours, then?” You attempted to tell her your name but all you could do was splutter out some semen across her face. “Ah don’t know what kinda name ‘Pthht’ is, but uh… mah Penish to English translatin’s a bit rusty. Sounded like you said it was… (Your Name with a couple of the letters wrong)? Or was it (completely not Your Name at all!)?”
“His name is (Your Name), Kimberly,” Amy offered.
“Ohhh,” the cowgirl understood, “That makes more sense. Maybe I oughta pay more attention in Penish class from now on.” She looked back at you and licked her lips. “Well then (Your Name), ah’m gonna have me some fun whit’cha before Ms. Suckwong finishes her break! Let’s lube you up real quick.” Kimberly then proceeded to stuff you in her mouth up to your base. She suckled and massaged you with her tongue and lips, slathering you in her sagebrush scented saliva and making your body stiffen up like a fleshy cattle prod. Once you were fully erect, she pulled you out of her mouth and positioned you over her pussy.
This girl’s pussy was definitely a reflection of its downhome country owner. Its skin was just as freckled as the rest of her was, and her ginger pubic hair had actually been groomed and shaven into the shape of a little cowboy hat. You figured that when a bimbo had a theme they liked to play that theme to the hilt, and that included little gimmicks like landscaping their bushes into fun shapes.
“Y’all ready, pard’ner?” Kimberly giggled as she pressed your head against the lips of her pussy, “because yer goin’ in!” With a wet schlick she shoved you into her country cunt, and you nearly passed out immediately from the astronomical amount of pleasure you were experiencing. She pumped you in and out, pulling you out slowly and thrusting you back in quickly. You could hear her panting and moaning as she fucked herself with you in her hand. Her pumping slowly got faster and faster and her moaning got louder and heavier. You felt your balls tighten and tingle in a way that alerted to you that you were close to coming. Before you could react, Kimberly shoved you as deep inside herself as she could as she roared out in orgasm. You heaved out a heavy load into her womb as the walls of her vagina convulsed around you. She then pulled you out licked you clean.
“Uhh, Kimberly?” Amy fidgeted, “Did you just make a baby with my brother?”
“It’s totally fine,” Kimberly assured your sister with a laissez-faire tone, “Ah’m on the pill, so ah can’t git preggers ‘til mah next period!”
Amy breathed a sigh of relief. “Good,” she asserted, “because I’m not ready to give my brother away yet.
As it turned out, you and the cowgirl weren’t the only ones in the room getting frisky during the intermission in the lecture. Lots of the other classmates had pleasured themselves as evidenced by the stench of cum and the blushing bimbo faces. Even Ms. Suckwong seemed sexually satisfied for the moment.
“Good break, class?” the teacher asked, readjusting her bubblegum pink Godiva hair. The bimbos gave some scattered responses and you heard the splurty trumpeting of some of your penile peers. “Excellent! Now, back to where I was, Julia Caesar’s campaign against the Gauls lasted from about 58 BC until 50 BC, culminating in a climactic battle with a village of uniquely indomitable Gauls.”
Her lecture continued up until the bell rang. Ms. Suckwong passed out worksheets to the bimbos as they left for their next classes. Amy stuffed the papers into her messenger bag as she made sure you were comfortably secured between her boobs as she sashayed to her next class, which was…