“Mmmm…” he hummed into my pussy as his tongue swirled around the labia and probed deep into my hole. I sat up straight and started squeezing my tits. My nipples were like hot red thimbles between my fingers. I tugged on them until it hurt, then rolled them around my palms. When the orgasm hit, I dug my fingers into my melons and squealed at the ceiling. I came in a great gush of juices, squirting, covering Shane’s face and cheeks. I could hear him swallowing it, lapping it up, moaning as it covered his tongue and slid down his throat.
“Fuck…” I moaned. “That’s fucking… shit…”
“Mmm… nectar of the gods,” Shane said playfully. “Now, I want to shove my cock in your sweet, tight pussy.”
“How do you want me?” I asked.
“Stay where you are.” Shane wiped his drenched cheeks on the insides of my thighs, then slid out from under me and got to his knees behind me. He put one hand on my ass and the other on his cock. He moved closer until I could feel the head of his cock pressing to my pussy hole. He swirled his cock around, lubing it up, then eased the head inside me. I could feel my pussy walls spreading to let him in, hugging his cock like a long-lost friend.
“Fuck… your cock… so big…”
“Your pussy… so tight…”
“Fuck me… Shane… fuck me hard…”
“Yes, ma’am.” His cock slid inside me until it could slide in no more. He put his hands on my hips and started fucking me slowly at first, pushing in as far as he could, then sliding slowly out. My pussy suctioned to his cock, holding on, not wanting him to go.
“Does that feel good?” he asked as he steadily picked up the pace. My big tits were swaying beneath me, back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Yes… you feel… amazing…” I said, glancing over my shoulder at him. “Does that feel good to you… does my pussy feel good around your cock?”
“Can’t you tell,” he said, his voice getting husky, breathless. “You’re going to make me cum...”
“Mmm… harder now… fuck me harder…”
He started ramming in and out of me faster and faster. My tits bounced. The bed shook. The headboard slammed into the wall. If he was worried about ghosts before he wasn’t worried about them now. As we came I squealed and Shane growled, like two animals fucking in the moonlight.
“I’m cumming…” I moaned. “Oh fuck… Shane… cum with me…”
Shane grunted and quickened the pace. His fingers were clutching my hips as he rammed his big cock in and out of me. “Yes… god… cum…”
I could smell our sweat. Our sex. I gushed orgasm after orgasm as Shane pushed into me hard and filled my womb with his hot milky goo. I squirted juices back at him, covering his cock and balls. The sound of wet flesh smacking into wet flesh filled the room. A moment later, it was done. It was the happiest I had been in years. And judging from the look on Shane’s face as he lowered himself to the bed beside me, it was a feeling he shared.
15
Annabel
I had never woken up in Shane’s arms before. Even when we were kids, we had lots and lots of sex, but at the end of the night he would drop me off at my house then head home to face whatever was waiting for him there.
This morning though, over a decade after our first time, I opened my eyes to find myself cradled in his strong arms with my head on his chest and my leg draped over his crotch. He was watching me, smiling, waiting for me to wake up so we could play catchup again.
And we did.
I rode him like a jockey on a stallion in bed, my head still cloudy with sleep and sweet dreams, my cunt still sticky from the night before, then he swiped the breakfast dishes off the kitchen table and fucked me there after we finished our eggs and coffee.
By the time I showered and left for work, my cunt was sore and my legs were wobbly. It was a wonderful feeling.
“Looks like she’s doing great,” I said as I watched the day-old fold gallop clumsily across the pasture a few steps behind her mother. The fold’s legs were still shaky, but she was having no problem keeping up. Mr. Gibbs was standing next to me with his arms propped on the fence rail smiling like a proud papa.
“Yep, she just got right up and followed her mama out of the barn,” he said. “Just instinct. They know what to do.”
“I suppose you’re right,” I said with a happy sigh. “All right then, guess I’d better get to the office. I have a full day on the books. Just thought I’d stop by on the way in to make sure she was doing good.”
“I’m glad you stopped by,” he said, holding up a crooked finger. “My wife has something for you.”
“For me?” He kept the finger in the air as he went onto the porch and came back with a basket of ripe tomatoes. “Ellie picked these yesterday out of her garden. I remember last year how much you loved them. These are for you.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” I said as I took the basket. “Tell Ellie I appreciate it.” I gave him a peck on the cheek and got into my truck. I set the basket in the seat and started down the long dirt drive toward the road with him waving in my rearview mirror.