- The curly blonde schoolteacher scratched a breast and knew with a sigh what that had been about
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it was five weeks since she’d woken with a man beside her. That’s akin to going three evening meals without potatoes.
I looked up at him and smiled a naughty little grin, and took hold of his cock in my hands. His gasp of pleasure and delight told me I had caught him off guard. Now it was his turn to lean against the bedroom wall. I caressed him thoroughly, allowing my fingers to run through the hair at his base, stroking the sensitive skin where the shaft meets the balls. I caressed his balls and stroked the skin underneath and just behind. With each stroke, he moaned a little more. I than licked the entire length of his shaft. My tongue stroked his erection from the base to the tip. I ran my tongue around the edge of his tip where it met the shaft, and he moaned some more. I gently took him inside my mouth and let the heat surround it. Now it was his turn to moan and shiver. I smiled to myself in triumph, as his knees locked and his hands ran through my hair trying to find some distraction from the pleasure I was giving him.
I continued to lick and wrap my tongue around his cock, slowly pulling away from it, and then moving it back inside. I created a little suction with each pull, drawing his passion to complete itself. I kept that up for a little bit, slowly pulling and gently returning my mouth to take in the full length of his shaft. His moans and shivers picked up urgency, and he also could not keep his groin still. Gregg joined the motion, and we picked up speed as I sucked him and stroked his balls with my fingers. I stroked my fingers from the underside of his balls up the side of his base and back down again.
Gregg kept moaning, “Oh baby!” as the urgency built inside him.
Eventually I felt his body stiffen, as he left earth and his release took over. Warm liquid filled my mouth as I quickly swallowed his load. I kept my loving attentions going as he finished and followed the orgasm through. Gregg slid to the floor and looked deep into my eyes. The smile we shared was tender and full of the desire we felt for each other. I could see his cock stirring to life once again, and I knelt down to give it some loving kisses and to warm it with my tongue. Gregg hardened immediately and I looked at him and smiled seductively. He grinned back and lifted me back up to my feet and kissed me once again. His erection pressed against my belly. As we walked from the bedroom, hand in hand, he kept looking back at me. His eyes were so full of the promises that his erection clearly stated. He raised my hand and kissed the knuckles ever so softly, sending shivers through my arm and fingers. I looked at his face and his eyes were such a wonder to me. Even in the darkened hallway, the fire in them made my breathing quicken and the excitement of future promised passion began to take me.
We switched partners, Denise joining Gregg and Nichole pairing with Scott. It was time for a romp with Gary. We entered his bedroom and he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, tenderly at first, but with growing passion. His tongue slipped past my lips and once again danced and did battle with mine, as the passion between us deepened. Our kiss deepened and I reveled in the taste of my “fuck buddy”, in the sensations his tongue stroked in my mouth, and I felt my belly tightening, as once again my body prepared for that most pleasant of journeys. Our kisses turned more demanding and my nipples hardened against the hair on his warm chest. My body molded itself to his, and I could feel his erection pulsing against my belly, hot and full. I slowly stepped back and smiled seductively at him.
Gary’s eyes were once again liquid pools, and I knew that I wanted to pleasure him and make him burn. I pushed him back on the bed and smiled mischievously, brazenly gazing at the picture of him, lying there naked; his erection unwilling to be ignored. The muscles in his chest, arms and legs were showing off the tension my gaze was creating, as I slowly moved my eyes from his face, down his chest, over his belly, pausing to burn his erection and then traveling down his legs. I paused to consider my options, and smiled knowingly to myself. I took his legs by the knees and spread them before me. Climbing onto the bed between them, I slid my hands down his knees, up his thighs, over his hips and slipped them up to his chest, running my fingers through his hair and slowly caressing his nipples with my fingers.
They hardened at my touch, and I ran circles with my fingers. I grinned as I heard Gary moan, and I slid my hands down over his ribs, and curling my fingers, softly raked my nails down his side to his hips. His moans of pleasure made me grin with the power I had, and I leaned my head down and started kissing his erection, running my tongue down the shaft and up to the tip, where I took him into my warm mouth. I dragged my nails down his hips and to the sides of his erection, gently raking the sensitive skin as I finished the caress under his balls. I heard him moan and shudder, and then his hands stilled on my hair and I looked at him. His gaze was hot and tortured and you shook your head and said, “Come here Donna.”
I took him once more into my mouth for a final loving caress, and then began to crawl up his body. His erection moved down against my throat, and I paused to kiss his firm belly. His eyes closed and he leaned back to enjoy my ministrations on him. I moved a little higher and nestled his erection between my breasts. They swelled with the contact, and I felt his cock pulsing against them. The soft skin of my breasts cushioned his erection and I gently moved them up and down his shaft. The hair at its base tickled my breasts in a gentle caress that sent shivers running down my spine. I could feel my body get wet and hot, as I crawled up his body. I kissed his nipples while I gently moved my breasts against his erection. His moans of pleasure were a drug in my veins, fueling my desire to pleasure him and make him melt under my body.
My tongue swirled against his nipples and my hands moved through the hair on his chest; my nails softly scratching the skin in a teasing caress. Gary’s moans increased and he could no longer stay still and moved his hips against my breasts. He pushed his erection against the soft fullness of my breasts, sliding down my soft skin only to push back through once more. I continued my cat-like crawl up his body, my breasts leaving his erection and now slid up his belly to his chest, while my belly gave his erection a soft caress. The hair on his chest teased my nipples and they hardened and tightened against his. I moved my hips and slowly pulled my legs to straddle his. I raised my eyes and glanced at Gary’s face. He looked at me with his burning eyes and I knew I was driving him crazy.
We grinned at each other in recognition to the sweet torture I was delivering to his willing body. My body wasn’t unaffected either. His erection now cradled itself against my groin, and my labia gently caressed his shaft as I gently moved my hips over the length of him. My body was wet and moist and building in heat, as the excitement of teasing his body teased mine as well. I licked my lips as I lowered my body over him, breathing against his neck and laying kisses along the artery, pulsing to my touch. Oh, how I love the feel of him against me. My breasts pressed firmly against him, the curls of my groin cradled the length of him, and I could feel him pulse as my wetness slowly seeped over both of us, making his pubic hair wet and our groins slick. His moans were heaven and his body moved on its own, as if it wanted so much and didn’t know where to go or do first.
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I trailed kisses from the base of his neck up to his ear and along his jaw line. Finally coming to his lips and looking into his eyes I whispered against them, “What would you like now, love?” and then I leaned against your lips for a kiss.
Wordlessly he placed his hands on my hips and shifted his erection into my wet body. I felt him slide in, the tip of his cock caressing the opening of my pussy as he entered. Gary shuddered as he penetrated me deeper, sitting me fully upon him. I closed my eyes as I felt his shaft pulse within. The skin inside was sensitive and hot, and my wetness spread over us both. I sat upon him, my hands on his shoulders, his hands on my hips, and we looked at each other as he thrust within me. His hands guided my hips, keeping the rhythm slow at first. I loved his eyes. They told me so much, and I could see the enjoyment he was having just watching me move up and down over him. We fit so beautifully, I could feel his cock touch me deep inside and as we moved, and that tightness built and grew within me.
Gary grinned and his eyes burned as we moved. He then lowered my head to his and his tongue slipped into my mouth to deal as erotically with my tongue as his erection was teasing me below. His hands left the rhythm of our hips and moved to my breasts, kneading and caressing and teasing the nipples. I moaned as the tension built, as his fingers tweaked my nipples and his tongue stroked my tongue. As the urgency built within me, he responded to the heat and moved faster, thrusting harder into me and pushing himself to the deepest point within me. I returned his ardor with equal power, as our hips met again and again, driving my passion higher, building the tension. I moaned, and cried as the frustration grew, as the release I knew was waiting for me drew closer and stronger.
I heard him whisper to himself, “Not yet,” and a look of pure tortured concentration captured his face as he then gazed at me. His hands moved from my breasts to my fevered face and he held me in his hands, looked into my eyes, whispered, “Yes, just a bit longer,” and then he thrust stronger and deeper within me, and I felt my body shatter into a million pieces. My groined tightened around his erection and I shook with the force of the orgasm he was giving me. He moved slowly within me, as I traveled that journey and clung to his body and shook with my release. As my mind slowly cleared, I realized that he had not joined me and I looked at his face. He was watching me, enjoying my reaction, but I could tell he was working hard to increase my pleasure and extend his own.
I frowned a little, but he just grinned and then drawing me close, while my body had not yet really recovered, he began to thrust into me again. He moved me against him and his hand stroked my nub to help build the magic again. I whimpered with the torture. I shook and moved and thrust my groin in response. My nerves tingled and I found that I could not keep still. His hands slid down my spine, sending shivers through my nerves and he cupped my butt to increase the power of the thrust. Oh, my, I had never felt like this. I had never been fucked like this and I didn’t know how to deal with it. I couldn’t stay still, but movement was torture. His erection moved hard against me and my body remained wet and hot in response to the stimulation he was giving me. The power of this second build to the orgasm was more intense then I knew how to handle.
I moaned, I shivered, I squirmed, and I thrust in response to the rhythm of his hips. I nipped his shoulders as I buried my head in our arms. Quickly this time, the orgasm that ripped through my body blew my mind. I screamed in release as I shook around him. I captured his lips and my tongue battled his, as I endured the pleasure of this second, powerful release. As my body began to relax once again, I felt his pulse within me. I kissed him and stroked the hair around his face and looked into his eyes. He smiled knowingly, and as understanding dawned I exclaimed in disbelief, “You’re joking?”
“Wanna bet?” He said devilishly, his eyes lighting up in delight and expectation.
I laughed joyously at the look in his eyes and he withdrew from me, and then flipped me under him. I stared up at him and smiled in anticipation. Oh, how my body was losing itself to his hot gaze. What a gift he was giving me. I could only imagine the control it took to deny himself until he could pleasure me multiple times like this. But I also knew his climax would be increased because of it. Our eyes became hot as we watched each other in joyous excitement of our coming mutual explosion. I knew Gary would not hold back this time, and I knew I was going to make his wait worth every tremor. I opened my legs wide and felt him re-enter my body. He thrust hard and slow, filling me up and then slowly withdrawing. We both looked down at our joining and saw how wet we were. His erection shined in all his heavy glory with my wetness all over him.
What a glorious mess! Our eyes captured each other again and we grinned, knowing how good this was going to be. He entered me and drew me close, cradling me within his arms as our bodies began that journey together. Our hips were thrusting against each other over and over again, and I felt the excitement building within me. Starting low, but slowly moving along every nerve, as my body prepared for this new delight. Gary kissed my face, tasting the sweat on my brow, nuzzled my neck and drank in the taste of me there. I pulled my legs around his hips and locked him to me, my hands on his back holding his sweaty body to me as we thrust and thrust against each other. As the passion grew, I could feel him moaning to the pleasure that was claiming his body. Mine also echoed his passion and demanded the release that was building.
Our eyes locked and we moved even harder, as we tried to see who would build the other’s pleasure first. Again and again we moved together, pushing each other to finish first, determined to be the one who sent the other one over first. The contest between us just built the excitement and pleasure. “Oh, baby.” He cried, and then his eyes closed and his body stiffened as his release took him. I felt him shudder within me, as the power of his release pushed against the center of me, setting off my own release. Both of us cried out as we took that journey together, locked in each others arms, pulsing and shivering together as wave upon wave ripped through our nerves, setting them on fire and coursing through our blood. Gradually we came down to earth and the intensity of our passion became a warm afterglow of contentment.
I lay with my head on the pillow, his head laid next to mine on my shoulder and I enjoyed the feel of his relaxed weight upon my body. I knew him so intimately now, and I also knew my body was lost to the feel of him. We could only stay the weekend, yet I never wanted to be far from his cock, not after this. I closed my eyes as I contemplated what to do about all this. I felt him stir and lift himself up a bit. Soft kisses on my eyelids and soft strokes on my hair made me open my eyes and contemplate his dark ones staring down at me. I laughed softly.
“What’s funny?” Gary asked with a smile.
“I was just thinking that I’ve discovered another reason why you love your cock.” I chuckled teasingly.
We finished the night with each couple retiring with their respective partner. Gary and Denise needed the time together to discuss the night’s events, as it was her first time with another partner, and she had experienced not one but two men. They needed to sort out emotions and feelings before her taking on the possibility of two men at the same time in her first threesome.
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I joined Scott in our bedroom and reach out for him. He buried his hands in my hair, pulling my face and mouth into his cock, and without any hesitation, I took him into my mouth. I reached behind him and grasped his ass with my hands holding him still, and took him all the way deep into my mouth and just hold held there. Then I started running my tongue around his cock while slowly withdrawing it from my mouth, just to the tip mmmmmmmm then started again forward, then back slowly this time stopping and sucking the head running my tongue round and round. With the tip of my tongue, I flicked my tongue over and over just under the head, my eyes were open so that I could see the pre-cum oozing out. I licked it off and took him all the way to the base, faster now, I could feel his ass tightening, his breathing was harsh gasping; his hands gripped my hair.
Deep and wet, he could feel my mouth making love to his cock, the pressure of my mouth making him want to cum. The smell of sex and all our sweat from the evening added to what we were feeling. Every time his cock flexed inside my mouth, my pussy flexed. He whispered to me, “Look into my eyes!”
I did the whole time, moving first slowly, then pulling back and thrusting my mouth down his cock. Scott was so hard his legs were trembling! The closer he got to cumming, the more pressure my mouth inflicted on his cock. Suddenly, he pulled my hair hard and forced me to stand, and then grasped my hand and pulled me from the floor and pushed me down onto the bed. He got onto his knees and used both hands to lift my ass off the bed and blew softly on my pussy. Then he inhaled my scent and kissed me where I was so wet and licked and swirled his tongue around and around my clit I was already so wet and hot to feel him, I could barely stand it. Faster and faster he tongued me, while I reached down and stroked his cock.
When I couldn’t stand it anymore I said, “I want you deep inside me now!”
He pulled back, grabbed my legs and placed them up and over his shoulders, then in one strong thrust, buried himself to the hilt in me. He was pumping hard strong strokes and I had to grab onto the bedspread to hold on. We were both panting, looking into each others eyes. Scott was fucking me so deep I could feel him touch my heart it seemed. I could feel myself starting to cum. It was building fast, as was his orgasm, my pussy was clenching on his every stroke bringing me closer. I felt his balls tighten and he seemed to grow even harder. Just feeling that brought on my orgasm, and he felt me cum, which caused him to release. My pussy milked him, draining every drop, getting all he had to give. We were kissing frantically and breathing hard. I could feel his cock still flexing inside me. I pulled him down on me and cradled him to my breasts, feeling his heart and mine beating fast as one.
He moved his face down to my breasts and sucked my hard nipples. I threw my head back and moaned. He started to bite me all over my torso, soft at first, but getting harder and harder. Just as I thought I was going to explode, he stopped and kissed me; a deep sensual kiss that made my spine tingle. Still kissing me and without warning, he thrust his full cock hard inside me. I let out a cry of pleasure. Thrusting hard inside me, he lowered his head and bit my neck and shoulders. The sensation was so intense I almost couldn’t take it. I screamed out as my muscles contracted while I orgasmed over and over. He stopped a minute, staying inside me, allowing me to recover. I pushed him on his back and climbed on top of him.
As I lowered myself on to his cock, my wetness dribbled down it and over his balls. I squeezed my vaginal muscles as I moved up slowly, releasing them as I pushed down harder. I reached behind and played with his balls while he cried out in pleasure. I could sense his urgency as I moved faster and harder. He yelled out and grabbed me so hard it hurt as his whole body stiffened while he came. I reached behind his shoulders and massaged them, he sighed contentedly and grinned. Without saying a word, he rolled me on my back, spread my legs and started to penetrate me. The pleasant feelings from my orgasms were still fresh in my mind. I wanted to fuck some more. My juices flowed from my lips and coated my husband’s cock. He then proceeded to move ever so slowly in and out. It felt so tight, but so good!
I felt his body pressing against mine and the drip of his sweat. It was intoxicating. I could also feel another orgasm coming, but this time it was different. It was coming from deep inside my pussy. I wanted him to slow down because the feeling was so intense. The orgasm began to build and build. I knew it would be more intense than any I had had before. I wanted him to stop, but he kept on fucking, building my orgasm stronger and stronger. Just when I was on the verge of coming, he stopped. I grabbed his buttocks hard and dug my nails in hoping both of us would stay still. I tried to hold back my orgasm by holding my breath. Then he pulled back. As he started to withdraw, his cock brushed my clitoris and my body exploded in an intense orgasm. I could feel my vaginal muscles spasm as they squeezed on his member. At that time, I could see that I brought Scott over the edge as his body exploded in orgasm.
He spurted his love juices into me again and again. I could feel his muscles bulging and his body convulsed in pleasure. His back arched and he gasped again and again. It felt so good to see him in total pleasure, and it made me feel good, because I felt like I was in control just like when our friends had made me orgasm. We collapsed in exhaustion, but I could feel the smaller orgasms as my pussy convulsed. Each contraction pushed out more pussy juices and cum, and the bed was covered by our sweat and body fluids. Scott’s strong hands moving over my skin soon had me feeling all worked up again. When I felt his penis brush against me, I raised my butt up slightly and rubbed myself along the length of him. We kissed deeply as we ground against each other.
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A cry of satisfaction escaped me as I felt him enter me firmly and deeply, and before I could completely take in how good he felt, I climaxed, making me momentarily unable to feel anything but waves of pleasure washing over me. My internal muscles contracted rhythmically around his cock, and I clung tightly to him, calling out his name. Every one of his thrusts was heaven, finally feeling him enter me over and over. I un-wrapped my legs and placed them on the bed on either side of him, using them to rise up, meeting each one of his thrusts and clenching my muscles around him. Our hands entwined and we slid them up the bed over us. Each time I rose up to move back, he moved forward, thrusting into me and pressing me back down onto the bed and slightly further onto it.
I pulled my knees back as he moved slowly and deeply into me, and as his thrusting became more urgent, I let go of his hands, sliding mine down his sides until I reached his hips. I held him tightly, pulling him into me. I could feel his body tense and his breath in my ear quicken. I sighed softly into his ear as my excitement built again. I held him, wrapping myself tightly around him as we climaxed. I could feel him inside me, and felt myself tighten around his shaft. Eventually, it passed and our bodies relaxed somewhat, but I still held on to him, not wanting to let him go. I began riding him again, long and slow and hard, exquisitely clenching and releasing the muscles of my pussy against his cock. He ran his hands over my body, kneaded my breasts, and pinched my nipples. I rose all the way to the top; he placed his finger in my mouth and I gave it a little suck.
I watched entranced and felt the ridge of his head; I almost let him go, letting him worry for a second, before I slid down again, inch by tantalizing inch, like the carousel at the park. Scott took his wet finger and outlined my nipples so that they puckered even more, hard and wanting, goose-bumps trembled from my shoulders down around the outsides of my breasts, touching the heart of my sensuality. I reached behind him and grasped the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him to me. He placed his mouth to my breast and tangled his fingers in my hair, pressing our bodies closer as he ran his tongue around the outer contours of my pink nipples, pulling them in and gently grazed their sides with his teeth; each round pebble begging for more. I moaned low and deep in perfect ecstasy. My hands caressed his chest, and I flicked my nails against his nipples in return.
His fingers trailed across my back, to grasp my ass and guide me, kneading, opening my body wide to his. He placed a hand to my aching clit, so wet from our bodies melding, and he lay back, his eyes capturing mine, their gentle insistence urged me on while he rubbed gently at first, then he drew back to ask teasingly with a cocky grin, “Do you like this?”
I could do nothing in reply but grab his hand, pressing it against me, “Please, don’t stop.”
Now a little harder, a little more fiercely, it sent me to the edge of abandonment, my head threw back with a throaty cry, my mind exploding into darkness and crimson stars. I shuddered over and over and rode the waves, barely able to hold on, grinding my hips into his as if I couldn’t possibly get enough of him inside me. I felt every inch of him filling me up, driving into my pussy; I rotated my hips with each alternating thrust. Rocking forward and backward, rubbed myself against his as he pounded up and up, intent on reaching his own release. I clasped his hand and pulled his fingers up to my mouth to taste each one, savoring the smell and feel of his skin covered in my pleasure. I reached back and brushed my nails along the inside of his thighs, stopping at the top where they met his hips, lightly scratched his balls, pushing against the place where our bodies joined.
I cupped them in my hand, squeezing them together, first with one hand and then both changing to a massage in tempo with the ride. Scott whispered huskily, “Let it go” urging me to cum again and again “cum for me again”.
I did with a groan, and he began to cum too, his hips bucking up to meet mine, his warm cum flooded my insides, throbbing man to pulsing woman, creating our own primal rhythm. With a final cry, I arched back, lost, found, repeating the trinity and everything else holy before I fell forward on his chest, cradled in his strong arms, to rest my head on his shoulder. Sated for now, we smiled at one another still unwilling to break our gaze.
“You are beautiful” and “you are incredible!”
He slowly withdrew from my body, the connection unbroken. No more words, just tender kisses and we began to drift off to sleep, curled with our legs intertwined, calves slowly situating themselves, until our feet were together. I rubbed my ass against his pelvis; “mmmm” his arms pulled me closer and his hand cupped possessively around my breast. I smiled!
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Tortilla Lover
Yes, I admit it, I was hard up, hard up big time, but that still doesn’t mitigate the fact that right there, as I was quick frying some tortillas to make enchiladas, I had one of the most incredible sexual experiences of my life. Undoubtedly, if my girlfriend had not been away for over three weeks or if I had strayed a bit, perhaps visiting the sheets of any of a number of our free-loving friends I wouldn’t have had the experience. Even if I had jacked off recently, I’m sure the overall experience would not have been as ecstatic, but I guess my recent abstinence had me unknowingly hovering on the verge of this incredible sexual lunacy.
It all started innocently, as I must assume most incredible sexual experiences begin. In this case I had decided to try a new recipe for enchiladas I found in the food section of the newspaper. I stopped by the grocery store and picked up a handful of spices and sauces and then moved down into the bakery section of the store. Surprised at the wide variety of tortillas they had, I confirmed I needed corn tortillas, but instead of grabbing a small bag, I picked up a large bag figuring I could always snack on the extras while the enchiladas were cooking.
Once I got home from the grocery store I spread out the ingredients, placed a skillet on the stove and poured a bit of oil into the pan. I needed to quickly heat the tortillas by placing them in the hot oil, turning them once, but removing them before they got crisp. Then I was supposed to place the warm tortilla on a paper towel to absorb the excess grease and then put then in a baking pan where I would roll the cheese into the tortilla and cover it with the sauce.
The process worked very nicely and before long I had the pan full of tortillas, cheese and sauce ready to slip into the oven. I set the heat at 350 degrees, slipped the pan in and turned to begin cleaning up the mess I made on the stovetop. I turned off the heat to the frying pan and then turned to grab the extra tortillas. Suddenly I found myself gazing at one of the most beautiful pussies I have ever seen.
Okay, yes, it had been a while since I had sex and I was horny as hell, but still, as I looked down at the package of tortillas, the way the individual folds of soft, breaded discs had formed as I pulled some out to cook, I saw it. Now my girlfriend has a beautiful pussy, wonderfully soft with gently flowing folds of flesh, but damn, as I looked as the light tan edges of the tortillas all I could see was a nicely shaved, alluring vulva, actually even more beautiful than my girlfriend’s.
The only thing that was obviously lacking was the glistening moistness I would see as my girlfriend opened her legs to me, but with a bottle of cooking oil right there, I quickly dabbed a bit on the tortillas as if it were a large tube of lubricant. The breaded pussy was now moist, open and wanting so I did what any man would do when faced with such incredible sexual beauty, I quickly pulled off my clothes.
Sure, I could have simply unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and shoved it in, but no, the vision I had before me simply demanded more. Standing completely naked in the kitchen, I calmed myself a bit, not wanting to rush it. I gazed at the pussy while running my fingertips over my nipples and enjoyed the electric rush of sensation that had my cock twitching like a venomous snake, ready to strike. Reaching out, I poured a bit of oil on my fingertip and gently eased it in between the folds, pushing and penetrating into the opening.
Strangely, as the walls of the quasi-cunt absorbed the oil, it seemed to move, almost pulsating around my finger, so I quickly withdrew and applied a copious amount of oil to my cock, sliding my fist up and down its length until it was sufficiently coated. Moving forward, I took hold of the package of tortillas and then eased my cock into the willing, yearning pussy. Immediately I could feel the soft folds slide over me and as I moved deeper and deeper inside, the walls of the pussy began to swell, gently clasping my erection in a rolling pulsation that I only remember feeling as my girlfriend came.
I began moving myself in and out of the pussy feeling it open to me, drawing me deeper and deeper inside with my every thrust. As I moved I could almost hear it whisper, “Come on baby, give it to me, don’t hold back.”
‘You like it like this?" I moaned.
“Oh yes, but faster now, come on… faster,” the tortillas seemed to groan.
“Do you feel me?”
“Oh yes, I can feel you filling me. Now I want to feel you come, please come inside me.”
“Oh yes, yes,” I moaned as I arched my back, giving in to the incredible sensation. I came, spurting my cum into the corn tortillas again and again. When I finally finished coming, I left my cock pushed deep in the folds, languishing on the wet warmth. My cock then slowly softened, gently slipping out of the beautiful pussy as it left a light dribble of cum on the gently curving lips.
Gazing at the pussy, glistening wet with the white trail of my cum pooled on the curves I could feel a tingling in my balls and knew with a bit of encouragement my cock just might get hard again, but suddenly a loud buzzing interrupted my observations. Realizing the annoying noise was simply the oven announcing my cheese enchiladas were ready, I carefully placed the tortilla pussy on the countertop and pulled the pan of enchiladas out of the oven to cool a bit.
Still naked, I set the table for myself, carefully arranging two pot holders and then placing the enchiladas in front of me. Using a spatula I put four on my plate and then looked closely how the tortilla gracefully rolled around the cheese. The end formed a nice, gentle opening that oozed a bit of melted cheese and I was immediately reminded of my girlfriend, how her pussy oozed slightly after she would come.
Remembering how I would grab her ass and push my tongue into her, I eased my tongue into the warm opening and slurped out the juices, the warm cheese filling my mouth with the flavorful, salty taste. It was a bit different than my girlfriend’s cum, but still quite wonderful. I then lovingly licked and sucked the cum out of each of the enchiladas until, when I finished the last one, I realized my cock was hard again.
Moving back into the kitchen, I oiled up my erection once again and grabbed the tortilla pussy and eased myself inside. The sensation was still there, but somehow not quite as intense, the swelling not as noticeable and the pulsations weren’t as strong. I had to pump harder and this time instead of simply losing myself into the sensation, it wasn’t until I pictured my cock sliding in and out of my girlfriend that I really began to respond.
“Oh yes Connie, can you feel me?”
Connie replied this time, “Oh yes, you’re so big, come on… I want you to come for me.”
“Oh Connie, yes, yes…” I moaned as I arched my back and spurted my cum deep into my girlfriend. Opening my eyes then, I quickly pulled my cock out of the package of tortillas. With all the frantic pumping, the stack of tortillas had changed, the individual discs were torn, matted and deteriorated until wall I really had was a plastic sack of crumbs. Tossing the package into the trash I reached for my cell phone.
I dialed the phone and listened to it ring several times. Suddenly she answered, “Hi, this is Connie, I can’t answer the phone right now. Please leave a message after the tone.”
“Hey Connie, it’s me. I was just thinking about you. I miss you, please come home soon.” I tossed the phone back onto the counter and began to clean up the mess I had made. Occasionally I paused while cleaning, letting my mind wander to Connie as I tried to remember if it was three or four more days until she was supposed to come home.
The End
A Roll in the Hay
CHAPTER 1
Paris Jenks sighed and scratched her ear lobe while waking slowly to the chug-chug of an agricultural tractor and the post-dawn excitement of Meg and Dawn. They were orchard dogs, fed miserly and given shelter in return for helping to eradicate rabbits.
Prospects for the 29-year-old were not good for getting fucked. It was end-of-season and the seasonal fruit pickers had gone. Her life at present was confined to walking to school and walking back home late afternoon to take over from her exhausted mom to sterilize more glass jars, fill them with raspberry pulp mixed with pumpkin to extend bulk and a small amount of quince to give it a different hint of taste that customers agreed made the jam live up to it’s name of ‘Ma Jenks’ Unique Raspberry Jam’. It was one of the products the family had offered for sale for four generations at the roadside stall that attracted locals and people from the city all-year long.
Paris had Sundays off from chores from lunchtime and her mom frequently urged her to go off and ‘be with a man’, but working 15-hour days six days a week and 6-hour Sundays usually convinced her to go to bed early, alone. The school principal was married and although some of the senior boys at the ‘all-grades’ school were obviously interested Paris knew if she took any of them on her career would be over and the community would ostracize her and she’d have to leave the district to avoid her family suffering from her misdeeds. Older brother Tony was a good backstop to fill her needs but he was now on an overseas working holiday with his girlfriend. When the pruners arrived in early winter and the pickers were in the district from late summer she walked a little bandy-legged with a big smile on her face.
Then suddenly the daily grind for Paris became more upbeat. It began that very day when her mother screamed in a panic, “Meg’s home!”
Fuck thought Paris and yelled, “I’m coming” She tore off her old work dress, pulled on shorts and buttoned her shirt as she went running off. Meg coming home by herself meant only one thing: her father was in trouble.
Maggie her mom was sitting grimly in the passenger seat of the Land Rover. She’d never learnt to drive, never wanted to, except in moments like the present, with a crisis threatening. Maggie had grown up with horses and only quit ridding when taking a nasty fall three years ago during the local hunt, ending up with concussion and a broken hip and agreeing with everyone reluctantly never to ride again.
Paris tried to send Meg off to find Reg but the dumb dog jumped back on the vehicle’s cargo tray.
“The McCain’s boundary line,” wheezed her mom, indicating some emotion was there.
Paris took another look at Meg, noticing mud on her legs. “Meg’s come through the creek.”
“Get me to the creek then,” her mom shouted.
The Old Girl as they called the 54-year-old faithful ‘workhorse’ was driven at 40 mph, the aged vehicle’s maximum speed and above safe speed through the orchard to the far end of the property where it dipped into undeveloped land.
“There’s the tractor – it’s upright,” Maggie said with relief, as an overturned tractor would have suggested the driver might be pinned underneath it.
“There’s dad, forty yards to the left of it.”
“You know I can’s see without my glasses.”
“Then why come without them?”
“Paris!”
Rarely had Paris seen her mom on edge like this, so she backed off.
“Is he standing, sitting or prone?”
“Prone.”
“I see him. He looks dead.”
“Mom, only old age will end the life of that tough bastard. Calm down.”
“I will not calm down.”
“Well, get ready for a slap.”
They drove on in silence, her mom standing as the canvas top was only put on it winter, still a few weeks away. She held on to the solid windscreen assembly and finally said mournfully, “I see clearly now – his lower body is under that old stunted tree he’s felled. He’s not moving.”
Paris, fighting her own panic, snorted, “It’s hard to move when you’re unconscious with a broken leg.
With Reg Jenks painfully hospitalized with shattered hip and a fractured femur high up on the other leg, neighbors organized a roster to work Reg’s property. One guy even cut up the tree that had sprung back when about to fall to catch Reg and pin him to the ground, smashing the chainsaw as well. Reg would later boast it was the best firewood they’d ever had.
Maggie advertised for a temporary orchard manager but the only replies received were from inexperienced misfits. She called Tony who was in England with Rose. He was sorry to hear about his father’s inquiries but said the tough old coot would bounce back. He also said he and Rose had commenced a degree course to qualify as advanced travel consultants and he had no intention of taking on the family business. “Get Paris to quit teaching disinterested kids and get into a real job.”
“What real job?”
“Mom, running the fucking orchard. Has dad’s accident made you thick?”
Maggie cut the call rather than rant at her son. All she said to Paris was Tony was not coming home and carried the gin bottle out to the summerhouse. Paris joined her and said she would resign from her teaching job.
“Don’t do it Paris. It’s you career, a way out of drudgery once you gain sufficient seniority to apply for an upgrade position a long way from here. I had my chance but let it go. Please Paris, keep teaching. "
Paris walked back to the house and called the school principal. He agreed she could leave immediately as he had two trained teachers living locally who’d been pestering him for employment.
Next morning Maggie Jenks stirred and passed wind, feeling on the bed beside her and only then remembered husband Reg was in hospital. She froze, hearing the unbelievable – the chug-chug of the agricultural tractor warming up and the post-dawn excitement of Meg and Dawn.
“Paris, you stupid young woman,” she muttered proudly. “Like your mother and grandmother and great-grandmother you’re turned aside an easier life because of your love of the land.”
Paris arrived home at 4:00, absolutely whacked, a welt over her forehead and stretching to ease her aching back.
Maggie poured Paris coffee and run a bath for her, growling, “An ex-schoolteacher ought not to try to do a man’s work on her first day on the job.”
“Fuck men mom, what use are they? Tony should be here doing what I’m doing but he and Rose have discovered booze, group sex and cheaper drugs are more readily available when you’re a tertiary student.”
“You’re exhausted darling. Eat your oat and chocolate cookies for energy and toddle off to your bath. What do you do today?”
“I felled the last twenty dead tree trunks and dug around three of the stumps with the bucket and one by one racked up the stump jacks and finally wrenched out the stumps with the use of tractor power and the chainsaw.”
Maggie was appalled. “Darling, that’s work for a man.”
“Find me one mom and perhaps I’ll agree with you. Dad wants that remaining five acres ready to plow this spring and someone has to keep that work on schedule and that person is me.”
Maggie pleaded but Paris said no way would she slacken off.
“I’ll talk to your father and get him to defer that development on the business plan.”
“We must be plowing and planting in the spring mom otherwise will not meet our longer-term contractual obligations to be supplying olives on schedule. We paid through the nose to get those tests done and findings are that with good drainage we’ll make a mint from olives to take you and dad into a moneyed retirement.”
“A deferment for only a year Paris,” Maggie whined.
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“No, we’d have to pay the $15,000 contractual penalty and suffer the schedule first year’s loss of income. And remember, it will be months before dad is back toward being his old self and the surgeon warned dad will lose some of his former mobility.”
“Oh God.”
“That’s a convenient refuge for you mom. I suggest you use it. Just tell dad I’m clearing out drains. You mention anything about the development block to him mom and I’ll swat you; that I promise. "
Maggie sighed and told Paris she’d been such a beautiful baby and was so angelic until she went to high school.
Paris stroked her mother’s hair. “Don’t put you foot in it where it’s not wanted mom and you’ll think of me fondly. Just find me a man.”
Sharpening up her techniques, next day by noon Paris had wrenched four stumps from the ground and carted them on to a knoll ready for burning. She then lay in the sun, head propped up on a log, hat shielding her face from the weakening late fall sun and ate her meat sandwiches. Thinking about being fucked made her too restless so she switched to thinking about her Grade 6 class and hoped the new teacher had the expertise to keep the students going forward and could love them better than Paris had managed. God, some of them were real shits and that was not only the males.
About that time a guy with blond hair, blue eyes and a figure that caught Maggie’s breath stepped out of a pickup and she called, “Over here. What are you hawking?”
“I’m looking for permanent work. Mom said I should try you.”
Maggie decided the guy would not be offering the work she had in mind for him. “Go to the kitchen and fetch a couple of beers for yourself from the fridge. If I’d know you were coming I’d comb my hair and put on a bra.”
“Mom’s like you; only does herself up when visitors are coming or she goes out. She doesn’t wear clothes on hot sunny days.
“Are you one of Betty Philip’s sons?”
“Yeah, second oldest Gilman.”
“Hi Gilman. Are you the one who went to university and returned as a lecturer in animal genetics.”
“That’s me. Sorry to hear about the old man.”
“He’s doing okay. Up walking already to keep away clots. It’s agony watching him. His face is in pain and he looks to be moving liked a headless rooster.”
“Sorry to hear that, I really am. I’m having a year off from lecturing. Mom thought I should offer to give you a hand.”
“Go get your beer Gilman. Sounds like we should talk.”
* * *
The truth was Gilman had been asked to resign, having being caught screwing the Chaplin’s two daughters. He’d arrived home in disgrace and no longer thinking that episode was a really big joke. It had really hurt when some of his closest associates turned on him and openly despised him. Christ, he’d not screwed the Chaplin or his wife and both daughters were in their early twenties.
His parents were devastated when he told him. His father offered him money to go to another country but Gilman said he had plenty of money and had decided to work on the family farm. Gilman father told him aggressively he was not wanted on the farm, as it was ticking along smoothly with his two brothers working in partnership with him. His mother jumped in and told him about Reg Jenk’s accident and said all the neighbors had been pitching in but Maggie really needed permanent help.
“Paris resigned from teaching at the school last week to work on the farm but she’ll be next to useless bringing that former swamp land in. The other thing big about her are her breasts and head because she has a big opinion of herself.”
“Christ, Paris Jenks is still around. I used to go around all day with a hard on thinking about her.”
“Gilman please, this is your mother you are speaking to. I will not have blasphemy used in my house.”
“Sorry mom. Big breasts you say?”
“She’s gorgeous Gilman and has long driven the Toms away. She should be married…oh Gilman, go work for Maggie. If she doesn’t pay you enough I’ll subsidize your income.”
Gilman heard the tractor approaching as he heaved his luggage from the cargo box and took no notice, thinking the driver would be one of Maggie’s neighbors lending a hand. Suddenly two dogs had cornered him, one barking and the other eyeing him intently.
“What are you stealing from our house you asshole!” yelled a woman.
Gilman grinned, turned and froze as the eye dog slunk towards him two paces and growled, looking ready to pounce.
“Paris – it’s me, Gilman Philips and I’m arriving, not leaving with loot.”
The tractor motor revved and it moved closer to him and he heard the unladylike Paris shout, “Meg and Dawn, get the fuck out of there. Get in behind. Good girls.”
Gilman thought all that must be confusing for the dogs but then Paris had always confused him. The dogs had raced off and were coming in behind the veteran tractor.
As she jumped off the tractor Gilman noticed the shirt sweat stains below and between her tits. Her face was sweaty and dirty. Where was this beauty has mom had been on and on about? He went to kiss her but she backed off saying he should keep his distance. “The only time you had any interest in me was to try to get your hands on my breasts.”
“Paris, for God sake, that was ten years ago.”
“My mom says men never change.”
“I don’t want to kiss you, okay. You look anything but kissable.”
“Thank you very much. And now you can fuck off home.”
“This is my home. Your mom has hired me.”
Gilman thought that was the only time he’d ever seen Paris Jenks with her mouth open without it gushing words, abuse or singing. Then she hissed, “You stay here: I have someone to sort out.”
Gilman watched her go and wisely did not comment ‘Nice ass’. Actually it was difficult to tell in those heavy, dirt-caked pants. What on earth had she been doing?”
Five minutes later Maggie came out, all smiles. “Sorry about that, I gathered you caught an earful. She’s been jacking out tree stumps since 6:00 this morning and has gotten seven out today, a record for her. The poor girl is exhausted. After a bath and a couple of wines she’s promised to come out and apologize. I had a strip ripped off me too.”
“Paris, jacking out stumps, all by herself?” Gilman said, scratching his head.
“They are smallish stumps Gilman, the largest would be only four feet across.
“Four feet is larger than small Maggie.”
“Oh, you’ve decided to call me Maggie have you? That’s fine.”
Gilman took his bags to his room and then opened a beer and said he was going to sit with Paris.
“She’ll kill you seeing her in the nude without her face and hair done.”
“Sometimes a man has to do what a man has to do,” Gilman said, making Maggie grin. He was thirty so wondered how the body of Paris, a year younger, looked these days. He licked his lips and began what could be a perilous journey.
Gilman knocked on the bathroom door.
“Fuck off Gilman. I know it’s you because mom doesn’t knock.”
He walked in and Paris remained motionless, making no effort to cover up. He ran his eyes over her slowly.
“Well, what do you think?”
“You still look pretty, lovely trim job and your boobs are magnificent and I like your mouth not being in that hard line it was with me outside earlier.
“Is that all?”
“Yes, may I sit and sip my beer? Play with yourself if you wish; it won’t embarrass me.”
“Why are you here, I mean in the bathroom? This is not natural.”
“To show you I’m not afraid of you any longer. You used to bully me when we were young. Try that now and I’ll probably whack you one.”
“You were soft as shit when we were young.”
“It’s called being sensitive but I was in awe of you. You were so popular, especially among the girls and I knew you had something that I know now is aura.”
“So I’m all grown up and beautiful just as you dreamed I’d be?”
“You are grown up and many women your age are more beautiful than you. I’ve experienced the world.”
Paris said mildly he’d proven how brave he was so he could clear out and leave her to play with herself.
Gilman stood and looked down on her. Paris opened her legs wide and he grinned and said, “Has that pussy hair been trimmed to form ‘G’ for Gilman?”
She just smiled and closed her legs
“I go and talk with your mom. At present she’s more interesting than you.”
Half an hour later the so-called beauty came out in a toweling robe, flushed cheeks and a towel around her head. In comparison her fifty-something mother looked almost attractive.
During dinner Maggie said at the hospital that afternoon the house surgeon had asked to see her.
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“I was told Reg was coming along well. The hip replacement has presented no problems and his pinned femur of the other leg became infected but it was on the surface, very localized and is now well under control. He is wearing surgical stockings to inhibit possible blood clotting and is now managing to walk from his bed almost to the nurses’ station on his walker under pain relief, and the nurses refer to him as that determined cuss. There have been complaints about his swearing and vulgarity but the nurses make out as if he’d the only character in the ward. I heard one of them promise him light relief but my coarse husband accused me of mishearing and said she’d said ’night relief'.
“They probably mean the same mom. Rumor has it you give the best fellatio in the district – why not visit him at nights after lights out?
“Gilman, you’ll have to excuse my daughter. She’s learnt from her father to exaggerate, twist and invent all for a laugh.”
“I’m keeping out of this Maggie. When will Reg come home?”
“Possibly next week. A hospital outreach team will inspect our facilities and to work out with me what will need to be done for Reg’s comfort and to keep him away from physical danger or stress. I’ll receive a nurse aid to help me with Reg each morning until he’s confident enough to rely on just me. He’ll receive physiotherapy treatment at home for months, possibly for a year.”
Looking pleased, Paris said that was all good news.
“Yes dear, but now for the bad news. The medical assessment says he should regain 60% of his former mobility, perhaps working up to 80% with hard work and determination.”
“Mom, dad a cripple? He’ll shoot himself,” Paris screamed and Maggie began crying.
Gilman strode over and shook Paris by the shoulders. “Shut up Paris, I know you are tired but your outburst is helping no-one.
“Get you hands off me, you jerk.”
Gilman grinned and said that was better, what he expected from her and told her to hug her mom and say sorry.
“I-I-I couldn’t bear to tell him,” Maggie sobbed.
“We’ll all go in tomorrow morning and Paris will tell him and Maggie you’ll hold Paris.”
“Keep out of this, it’s family,” Paris snapped.
“Your father coached me football for three years. He became an expert on minor leg, rib and shoulder injuries and taking players coming out of injury through rehab. I’ll take him back through that and remind him of some of the great comebacks.”
“Well…in that case…”
Drying her eyes Maggie said, “Yes Gilman, you’re coming with us.”
Next morning just before dawn Gilman heard the tractor start up.
“Christ,” he swore. He found his old thick trousers and then threw on an old football jersey and grabbing his thick socks and boots and hat, raced out after Paris and caught her as she was about to set off. She eyed him passively.
“Suddenly a farm guy are you?”
“I’ve done plenty of it, including cropping and grape pruning during university breaks. We have this hospital thing with your father this morning.”
“We’re not leaving till 10:30 – I’ll get three stumps out be then.”
“Five with me helping.”
“Two because you’ll get in my way.”
He flared but caught the grin.
“Bitch, you almost got an earful.
Her grin widened and she told him to jump on.
They reached the bathroom together, Gilman still hearing Maggie saying, “Five stumps in just under four hours, I can’t believe it.” Paris had said, “He’s not as useless as he looks mom.”
Gilman said, “You first.”
“How gallant. We have five minutes to get in and out and dressed. Mom’s waiting. Let’s shower together – not a lot is going to happen in three minutes.”
Surprisingly when Gilman asked could he soap her tits (he actually said breasts) Paris turned and pulled her shoulders back. He stared.
While he was transfixed she looked down and said, “God, you’ll never be putting that in me.”
“Relax baby,” Gilman said beginning to soap her. “You have shower water in your eyes and that is magnifying what you see.”
Gilman was out first and finished drying first. Paris had stood facing him and as she was toweling her back Gilman reached forward and deliberately ran a finger deeply between her legs and slowly pulled a finger up her furrow. She didn’t flinch or say a word. She just stared, her eyes dark and deep. And just as Gilman brought that finger to his nose and sniffed, Paris slowly ran her tongue tip over her top lip and two wipes with the towel after that said, “Come on, let’s dash. I’ll do my hair and make up during the ride into the city. Catch me in the right mood and I’ll not object you putting that thing into me.”
“Are you in the right mood four or five times a day?”
“You fucking optimist,” she barked. “Get you ass out of here.”
Reg listened gravely as in a faltering voice that grew stronger his daughter delivered the bad news, his wife holding on to Paris grimly and surprisingly looking at him with affection rather than pity. His wife’s reaction caused his eyes to water, not the bad news.
“Well?” Paris asked, waiting for some reaction from her father when she’d finished and silence followed.
“That was beautifully delivered darling.”
“B-b-but for the rest of your l-l-life….” Maggie, sobbed, unable to continue.
Reg laughed. “Oh come on you two. A guy who busted two hips in a car accident eight months ago visited me when he came through the ward five days ago and told me what to expect.”
“Dad, you basted,” Paris yelled. Only quick reaction from Gilman diverted the slap from her aimed across her father’s mouth. Maggie began crying almost hysterically.
Nursing staff came running.
“Cuddles, get those two women out of here for five minutes until they settle down.”
“Yes Reggie darling, anything you say,” said the senior nurse scowling at the misbehaving women.
Gilman grinned at Reg. “Once a bastard, always a bastard.”
“I’ve always had fun winding up women and I’m not about to stop,” Reg smiled. “Nice to have you back home Gilman. Mags had told me you were helping out.”
“The attraction is Paris, not your predicament,” Gilman said straight-faced.
“Now who’s the bastard? Look, when I come home could you get some of the guys organized on a visiting roster. I’ll become bored stiff having only women visit.”
“Yep, anything else?”
“I have no objection to you plugging Paris. She’s become too much of a tomboy, so needs to be reminded why she is a woman. Fetch them back in here please.”
On the drive home after the women finally talked themselves out about the despicable way Reg had allowed Paris to go on with her presentation of the bad news Maggie asked, “What do you really think Gilman?”
“He’ll be the world’s worst patient when he’s home and practically bed-ridden.”
Maggie sighed and said she wanted Gilman to tell her something she didn’t know.
Gilman, who was driving, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and both women waited, showing their curiosity.
“Well we have to think of Reg and his environment. He’s spent his whole life at the orchard and the trees are going into hibernation. I reckon we leave it to the outside people to do what they think they have to do with Reg and then as winter drifts into spring we guys and perhaps with the help of past and present local football post-injury specialists start bringing him on in rhythm of the sap rising in the trees. By the time harvesting is in full swing Reg will be stomping around giving orders and checking packing quality as if nothing has happened. That is bound to happen anyway, but if we get Reg thinking this way perhaps his progress will be faster than even he expects.”
“Bejesus,” Maggie said. “My boy, you are worth your weight in gold. You have me believing in you.”
Paris piped up from the back seat: “Instead of taking animal science at university pal you would have been a natural in philosophy.”
“We had many lecturers on theory about how animals think and what they think.”
“Dogs and cats to some degree, elephants too, but other animals?”
Gilman said softly, “Maggie you doubter, how do cows know to begin to move towards the gate in their field just prior to milking time when the milkers have yet to make their move?”
They drove along quietly, each person deep in thought.
They were chatting again by the time they arrived home. Maggie decided to spend all next day in the city looking for things to make their bedroom brighter for Reg, to buy a TV set for the bedroom and to look around for things that would make life easier for the patient. “I want you to come with me love.”
“No, take Gilman. I want to go stumping.”
“Go with your mother Paris. She’s asked you because she wants an informed second opinion and she wants your company.”
After a brief pause Paris said to Maggie she’d like to accompany her.
Gilman’s mind was racing. “Look, leave at 6:00 and have breakfast with Reg. He’d like that change of routine. Sneak in some real food. He seems to have special status so you’ll probably get away with that. As he’s on that special wheelchair with both legs up you probably will be invited to breakfast in the staff room.”
“No, I don’t think…”
“Mom, it’s a great idea. Let’s do it.”
That evening Gilman went outside with his cell phone and the local phonebook and made twenty calls, not only to immediate neighbors but to guys he knew were old pals of Reg’s.
CHAPTER 2
Half an hour after Maggie and Paris had left to breakfast with Reg, heavy machinery began arriving at The Jenks’ Family Orchard. It included diggers, plows to break in virgin land and farmers arrived on their tractors with machinery including harrows to condition top soil. It was too late to plant grass as the first snows would arrive soon.
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A little later, providing a service overlooked by Gilman when he’d phoned around the previous evening, came women to set up a field kitchen down at the end of the orchard overlooking the five acres development block that already looking a bit like a battle ground.
A truck arrived from the local rural supplies depot with two huge round concrete pipes plus a crew to build a concrete dick to complete the culvert as a vehicle crossing at the narrowest part of the swamp to be drained.
Meanwhile at the hospital a newspaper photographer arrived and asked Maggie and Paris to wheel Reg outside so she could take a photograph of the three of them with the hospital wing in the background. She wouldn’t say why the newspaper wanted the photograph and the ward manager and charge nurse just grinned and lied they had no idea but it was obviously ’therapeutic’ judging but Reg’s huge grin. Well, the photographer was teasing him in a very sexy manner but above all he was outside at last.
* * *
Maggie spotted it first: a tall plume of black smoke coming from their property.
“Bejesus, our house in on fire.”
“I don’t think so,” Paris said, hitting the gas pedal. “The angle is wrong from here and it’s certainly not the packing sheds or the pickers’ accommodation.”
They found smiling men removing cakes of mud deposited from multiple wheeled heavy vehicles on the concrete driveway to the house. The team included Gilman who looked weary but happy.
He sauntered over to them and said, “It’s all done.”
Maggie asked suspiciously, “What’s all done.”
He jumped into the back seat of the SUV and said to Paris to drive down to the creek.
“Ah, you’re burning the stumps we’ve gotten out with an accelerant.”
“Something like that.”
They drove with Gilman winding them up with short sentences such as, “We’ve been busy” and “You’re going to like it.”
“Ohmigod!” Paris yelled, the first to see the entire five acres ready to lie fallow over winter."
“Bejesus,” Maggie said. She began wailing and clutched Paris who also began crying.
Sighing, Gilman slipped out of the vehicle.
That night when Gilman was almost asleep he heard Paris say, “Are you awake?”
“Yeah, only just.”
“You’ve been a good boy. Here, suck this.”
Knowing it was Paris and not your ordinary Saturday babe, Gilman sucked thinking she’d turned her ass to him. He dreamingly sucked and slithered over it wondering if he’d get his ears boxed if he attempted to ring her when an upright nipple popped into his mouth. He attempted to swallow it whole.
“That’s enough,” she giggled. “Gawd, you almost swallowed me whole you randy beast. Mom’s paying for a room at the Tower Hotel for tomorrow night. I’m taking you out to dinner and then you can fuck me if that appeals.”
Gilman’s eyes widened in the gloom and she laughed and said she could see the whites of his eyes. “When did you last get it in?”
“About a month ago in a night of debauchery and then I was blackballed out of university.”
“Oh, the Chaplain’s daughters. I’ve heard about that. It’s been longer than that for me and I’m really wanting it.”
“Okay, I’ll make sure I ram it all the way home.”
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Understandably, Gilman wanted to take Paris on the floor in front of her mother when she entered the living room. Her tits were pulled up by a decent bra, her back dress was way too short, her hair was piled high like a princess and she had full make-up on with bright lipstick. Legs, lips, tit, wide-eyes and cunt flashed in mix behind his eyes and lust roared through his body, yanking his dick to full erection in a flash. Stifling an expected outbreak of panting, he said, “Holy fuck Paris. You’ll need to place me in handcuffs and leg chains and keep a bucket of ice water handy. You are gorgeous. Washed up you really are beautiful.”
Maggie smiled with deep satisfaction and apparently decided not to growl at the use of blasphemy in her house.
Paris blushed and wrung her hands awkwardly.
Her mom said gravely, “Either thump him or kiss him Paris; there is no other choice.”
Gilman stood rigid as she kissed him and he kissed her back. He knew right then if he had relaxed he would have flipped out a tit and embarrassed everyone, including himself. He’d been lying about her beauty of course, as mother and daughter would have wanted to hear him say that, perhaps not expecting it. She wasn’t beautiful and probably just scrapped in to be called attractive – bare-skinned that is. Her teeth were uneven and her jaw undershot slightly and the freckles made a mess of her face – but her nose was cute and her eyes could hold a guy’s gaze and looked trustworthy. Paris’s hands were callused and the backs of her hands and lower arms scarred from excessive orchard work and doubtless being left unprotected despite her mom’s pleas. The fingernails – they’d pass for a guy’s fingernails.
Gilman was equally critical of himself. He knew his female relatives including his mom thought he had a wow of a smile but he knew he was no looker for a poster, although his body was great because he worked on it. Paris’s legs were a little too short and her thighs were, ahem, a little thick at the tops. But other than that she was great. By shape alone her breasts caused most guys to take a second look, and that was saying something.
Actually Paris’s attraction for him went beyond looks. She had a foul mouth but he’d listened to her sing like a lark. Although she’d whack a guy without thinking of the consequences he’d seen her fuss over her rather aloof dog Dawn when it had caught a splinter between its toes. Paris extracted the foreign object tenderly, cooing at the dog until the devoted canine was licking her face and quivering like a jelly. That girl had a heart of gold and he’d trust her with his life and she’d probably save him. Yeah, great girl really, not like some of that treacherous bitches at university acting as if they thought they were movie stars. He still couldn’t get it out of his head how she’d taken on those tree stumps alone, assuming her dad would have expected that of her.
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Dinner had been great and towards the end Paris’s voice had become a little husky and her leg kept brushing against his calf. She was ready.
“Want to go for a walk to the river when we leave here?”
She nodded and he swept away the frustration that had flashed into her eyes by saying, “Just kidding.” She moved in her chair restlessly and although she was sitting opposite him Gilman thought he’d caught a whiff of arousal.
As soon as he’d closed the hotel room door and turned to her she was all over him. Gilman allowed her to see his wolfish grin used to bring aroused women to their knees. But Paris just unfastened his shirt buttons and pushed it over his shoulders. She when placed her cheek against his wide and almost hairless chest and sighed, “Oh Gilman, how I’ve longed to do this. Then that spot on his chest suddenly felt damp – she was crying! To his horror Gilman felt his hard-on melt to little more than matchbox size. Perhaps super matchbox size. Not knowing what to do he rubbed her back and heard her say, “Oh, that’s gorgeous.” Bewildered, he asked himself weren’t they going to fuck?
“Feel my pussy, feel my pussy. Finger my pussy,” she mewed.
Gilman felt more confident. Fingers up the spout and his dick would be back rampant. But just at that moment a huge dinga-ling-ding sounded all around them and a voice over a speaker sounded. “This is an emergency, please evacuate the building. This is an emergency, please evacuate the building.”
“Fuck,” Gilman roared. “They’ve spoilt our night. What a crap place this hotel is.”
“Gilman you idiot, quit posturing. I smell smoke. Let’s get out of here.”
Gilman said he hadn’t heard an explosion so it was unlikely to be an instant inferno. “Get dressed, grab your things. We’re going home.”
“Gilman, you’re acting irresponsibly.”
“You’re wasting time woman. Do it and let’s go.”
Dressed and packed Paris ran for the elevator.
“Paris, come back, they elevators are automatically switched off as possible fire traps. The fire will probably be spreading in the kitchen. Let’s go to the far end of this corridor and down the fire escape there.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying Gilman. Look at these people running to the stairs.”
“Yeah, running towards the fire. Trust me Paris, come on.”
Paris opened her mouth to protest but suddenly the guy had thrown her over his shoulder and was carrying both their overnight bags in his free hand. Who the hell did Gilman think he was, a fire safety officer morphing into Superman?
“Fucking lemmings,” Gilman puffed as they reached the fire escape with no one else around them. They scuttled down the three flights a little awkwardly and reached the ground.
Paris kissed him and thanked him for acting rationally, bravely and compassionately.
“Compassionately?”
“Yes, although I was panicking and disobeying you, you didn’t wallop me into submission.”
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“Thanks babe, just remember who’s boss next time. Here are the keys to the SUV. Fortunately we are in the open parking lot. Stay there while I report to the hotel staff we have evacuated and are going home.”
Gilman went to the front of the building where fire crews had already arrived and were rushing into the hotel with hand fire extinguishers. A fire chief spoke into a loudspeaker, “Everything is under control folk – the fire from the kitchen has spread through the restaurant and into the lobby. You people up on the roof come to the ground via the external fire escapes. Everyone report to the hotel fire marshals across the street from the main hotel entrance.”
Gilman reported to the marshal.
“Where’s Miss Jenks.”
“Waiting for me in our vehicle. We’re going home.”
The 180lb woman said, “Bring her to me. She’s going nowhere until I confirm her ID and that she’s not injured.
“We’ve had our trial honeymoon disrupted and she’s emotional distraught. I’m taking her home. If you don’t like it, tough.”
“Listen buster…” The woman saw Gilman’s eyes harden and his shoulders square. “Um, just call me tomorrow. Here’s my card. When we are back to normal we’ll offer you two nights in one of our honeymoon suites.”
“Thanks. You are a real sweetie,” Gilman said, kissing the surprised official and then loping off.
Paris said, “That was my worst fuck ever, even worse when Freddie Andrews doused me with two premature ejaculations before we had my pants off and he then went home mortified.”
“I’ll make it up to you one day soon, I promise,” Gilman said, thinking of two complimentary nights in the honeymoon suite.
They arrived home feeling bushed so went to their respective beds.
Next morning – Sunday – Gilman left at 8:00 to attend a family gathering to celebrate an aunt’s sixtieth birthday that was to begin with a church service. Paris had earlier decided not to go as she was behind with her chores. Gilman found her down at the packing shed preparing raspberry pulp sufficient for three 100-jar runs of jam once the jars had been sterilized and loaded on to the conveyor table.
“Sorry about last night,” he smiled lightly. “All in all it was a washout. You must have been devastated.”
Paris wiped her brow, welcoming the rest after non-stop action for almost two hours.
“Actually I found it memorable, something I’ll never forget – the restaurant meal and you revealing you possess heroic qualities.”
“I what?”
“When the first alarm went off I visualized the tragic Hotel de Paris fire and panicked whereas you calmed me, logically what you thought was our best evacuation option and bundled me along with you, ignoring what you had called ‘The lemmings’.”
“Oh come on, anyone could have figured out that evacuation route.”
“But no one else on our floor or apparently other floors did that, did that?”
Looking at his shoes Gilman said, almost shyly, she could think what she wanted to think. “At least I got you home safely and that’s what I wanted and what your parents will have wanted.”
Before she could reply her mother arrived, in her dressing gown and looking haggard. She kissed Gilman and went around behind the bottling line to hug and kiss Paris. Maggie said quietly, after you two left last night I remembered no one had collected the mail so I walked out to the gate and cleared the box. There was a letter from the hospital officially advising alterations would have to be made here before Reg could come home. In the meantime he would be released to live in a hospital ancillary facility for which rent was payable. The officious bitch that led the inspection wrote that I didn’t seem to understand the seriousness of Reg’s rehab and that it would be a little like bringing a new baby home.”
Paris hugged her and said that would have being a communications problem, the official not understanding her mom could become flippant under stress.
“The bitch looked daggers at me when I said Reg would soon be up on his beloved tractor.”
“Oh mom,” Paris wailed and even Gilman looked dismayed.
Maggie intoned what she remembered of the requisitions.
Gilman said, “Some of those involve major construction alterations to your bedroom and adding en-suites can be expensive. You could be up for, well, it’s only a guess but perhaps $30,000. Can you afford that?”
“At a pinch.”
“Look, don’t worry. I’ll look into this by going to the council on Monday. When you visit Reg today just tell him he’ll only be in the facility for a fortnight.”
“But that’s lying to him. We don’t have plans and specifications ready or have found a builder.”
“Perhaps. There are other ways so it might not be lying to him. I must dash, bye.”
As the pickup roared off Paris said dramatically, “He doesn’t love me. He left without kissing me.”
“Poof darling. That means nothing. Men are like that,” Maggie said, revealing hard-earned wisdom.
Paris told her mother about the hotel fire and aborted sex.
“Oh dear,” Maggie said, her shoulders slumping. “Aren’t we two in a mess?”
Just as Paris was about to start the final 100-jar run Maggie almost ran into the packing shed, beaming. “A Mrs White from the hotel called a few minutes ago,” she said handing Paris a flask of coffee. She wanted to confirm your identity and that you are okay."
Paris shrugged and said thanks.
“Mrs White said all other guests wanted their money back for having a disrupted night and that has been done plus issuing vouchers for two complimentary meals. She said your fiancé demanded two nights in the honeymoon suite and she was pleased to confirm management has agreed to that plus two dinners plus a complimentary bottle of champagne on your first night.
“Fiancé…honeymoon suite?”
“Yes and that’s the guy who supposedly doesn’t like you. I’ve decided to do a lamb roast tonight, as he needs building up. The hotel offer commences as soon as the kitchen facilities and restaurant and fully operational again.”
Maggie helped her daughter with the final jam bottling run, listening to Paris singing.
CHAPTER 3
Gilman’s mother and his two sisters-in-law were disappointed Paris had not come with him as they’d wanted to check out the woman he’d apparently latched on to. When Beth and Suzie went off to dress Gilman spoke to his family and won immediate agreement. Two years ago his parents had built an 800 sq ft family room on to the side of their house incorporating an en-suite for their bedroom adjoining the extension.
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