Country Boy

Last night, I drove out into the middle of nowhere to see "Don" at his house.  I had hoped to see him earlier in the day, but even though we were only a few miles from each other, it just didn't work out.  Once all of my obligations for the day had been fulfilled, I was finally able to go see him, almost an hour's drive away.  Although he is older than my dad by a couple of years, he is like a little kid sometimes.  He was nervous and giddy about me coming to his house, and it showed.  He has this slightly limp-wristed affectation that comes out when he's excited about something.  It can come across as somewhat effeminate or maybe a little bit of southern-gay.  He's never said anything to me that might indicate he's bisexual or attracted to men at all, but considering the situation, it's not outside the realm of possibility.  He also raised his daughter entirely on his own, so he has to be at least a little bit in touch with his feminine side.  I'm always over-analyzing peoples gender and sexuality based behaviors.  It's second nature for me.

He greeted me at the driveway with a hug and a kiss, and his dog trying to get the same.  He has a female boxer, very sweet and very hyper, and very much enamored with me.  The dogs always love me, they know who makes their master happy.  He showed me around his house, a simple country home, about the same size as my own.  He then poured me some wine, and I excused myself to the bathroom.  I slipped into a new leopard print neglige (a new thing for me, I never did lingerie before this recent escapade) and joined him on his front porch.  We sat and chatted for a while, sipping at our wine, enjoying the warm night air and each others company.  We sat there for at least 45 minutes, and I think maybe two cars passed by the whole time.  He is really out in the sticks, which has potential on it's own.

After we finished our wine, he suggested that we move to the bedroom.  I took a quick tinkle break and joined him in the bedroom.  I stood at the side of the bed and stretched my body upward for a moment, and he reached up and pulled down my panties, a pair of lacy boy-shorts (what a silly name).  I spread my legs a little and he craned his head toward my moistening vulva.  I stretched further upward, back arching as he ate my pussy.  I straightened up again, shed my neglige and found his smoothly shaved head with my hands.  He pulled me into bed, kissed me with the taste of my juices on his tongue and resumed voraciously consuming my cunt. 

I love the feel of his whiskers against my sex.  It's rough and scratchy, but feels so wonderful rubbing against my vulva.  He absolutely devoured my pussy.  Tonguing at my hole, nibbling on my labia, sucking and licking firmly against my clit, round and round, on and on.  It was so fulfilling and pleasant, I was finally able to just lay back and enjoy myself, trying to feel every square millimeter of his flesh against mine.  His hands roamed my body, adjusting the angle of my legs and hips, caressing my legs and feet, squeezing my breasts and tweaking my nipples.  "I'd love it if you fingered me while you do that."  He slipped in a finger and started pumping it in and out, working it round and round as he continued licking and sucking at my clit.  I felt an orgasm starting to build, elusively starting and fading as he found my most sensitive spots and worked his way around.  He listened to my moaning and suggestions and honed in on the right place.  He gnashed at my clit like a predator hurriedly consuming it's prey, holding on to me as I started to buck and twitch in the throes of my orgasm.  I came all over his face and he tried to lap up every drop.

He came up for more kissing and I hugged him tightly, tongues lashing at each other like rattlesnakes fighting for a mate.  He turned himself around so I could get to his cock, and laid on his side.  I kissed the head of his penis and gently took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around his glans as my fingers slowly worked his shaft.  He moaned and again buried his head in my crotch.  We sixty-nined on our sides for a very long time.  His fingers sliding in and out of my soaked pussy, his tongue deftly licking away at my clit, I was able to ride a rather pleasurable post-orgasm wave and felt the beginnings of another orgasm starting to build.  I took him entirely into my mouth and began fucking him with my face.  Doing my best not to gag as his head hit the back of my throat, I bobbed back and forth as hard and fast as I could.  I have great lung control, and can apply an amazing amount of suction.  He groaned into my cunt as I sucked harder and harder, pulling all of the blood into his glans, overwhelming him with sensation, then releasing and doing it again and again.  "Damn girl, you're going to kill me like that, oh my god."

He came back up for another kiss, and we held each other close for a moment.  Then he got on his knees between my legs, gave me one last tongue lashing, then pushed my legs up and entered me slowly.  "Oh wow, you're so wet, do you feel it?"  "Yeah baby, it feels good, I love the way your cock feels inside me."  He pumped in and out slowly, and I was in heaven, feeling him penetrate me, then filling me up entirely, feeling his body pressing against my vulva.  I seem to be stretching a bit, or maybe toughening the muscle wall at the end of my shallow vagina.  It doesn't hurt nearly as much as it first did, and I'm able to take him in all the way now without pain.  Even when he rails into me forcefully, it's far less painful than the first time.  I reached down with a finger and found my clitoris, slowly and gently rubbing at the already raw nub of ever so sensitive flesh.  He increased the tempo as I started to milk him with my pelvic muscles.  The tighter I gripped him as he pulled out, the more intensely he moaned.  "You're going to make me cum like that, and we just got started."  "You want me to stop?"  "Um, oh god, no, um, but, uh, uh"

Confusion ruled his brain, and instead of answering my question, he pulled out, rolled onto his side, lifted my right leg and entered me again.  A new angle for me, and rather enjoyable.  He wanted to give me better access to my clit, and have a different view of my body as he fucked me.  "Good god woman, you are so hot."  I'm such a sucker for talk like that.  I spent so much of my life feeling ugly and unattractive, years and years with not so much as an ounce of attention (at least that I noticed, a different part of the problem).  A man that tells me I'm beautiful always has my attention, and in the throes of passion, he has my absolute devotion.  I thrive on the pleasure of my partner.  Telling me that I'm providing him great visual pleasure while giving him great physical pleasure turns me on to no end. 

We made sweet passionate love in this side position for a rather long time, holding each other, his hands intermittently fondling my breasts and stroking my silky smooth thighs.  He pulled out, rolled on top of me and we kissed some more.  He was sweating and lightly panting, I was cool and very relaxed.  He pulled me up into his favorite position again, kneeling with my legs bent up to my chest, feet resting on his arms and shoulders.  We found a rhythm and I began milking his cock again with my pussy.  "Wow, I can really feel it when you do that, it's so damn tight and feels amazing." I felt another orgasm lingering right over the edge, but try as I might I couldn't quite reach it.  His panting and groaning reached a crescendo and he buried himself in me, forcefully and deeply, throwing his head back, pumping my pussy full of his seed.  We enjoyed a few moments of post orgasm sex and he rolled off of me, holding me tightly as we kissed.  We laid there for a while, talking about this and that, basking in the afterglow as I lightly fingered my clit.  I could tell that while I was now extra-super-sensitive and my finger felt so good, that I just could not handle the intensity or time required to bring me off again.  I was slipping from pleasure into pain, and just covered my pubis with my hand, feeling it's soothing warmth. 

I excused myself to the restroom to clean up, and returned to an unconscious partner, passed out in the bed.  I had the energy remaining to go another round or two, but I was far too raw too even consider it, and I knew he was done for the night.  One of these days, I will get to have sex during the daytime, when my partner should have enough energy for a second and maybe third round.  I can run ten miles, I can spar twenty or more rounds in a row, I'm sure I can fuck for several hours on end.  I'm sure as hell up for the challenge.

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