Leaving Home Pt. 02 by R410a,R410a

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I was slowly stroking the full length of my dick with my hands on her hips, she was pushing back gently when I felt her tummy drop, her back arch and her pussy tip upward. She was wide open, I heard her whisper.

“Now Davey, now.”

I obliged by grabbing her hips and slamming forward. Over and over, she was pushing her ass back into me as hard as I was pushing into her. A loud slap would fill the air every time our bodies met. She was on tip toes and starting to scream when my balls erupted. It was what she later called a blissful moment, cumming together seconds apart. She told me it didn’t happen like that every time. After a shower, supper and an hour or two of reading we adjourned to the bedroom where I thought we would go to sleep right away. Ten minutes later she wanted to sit on my face.

“It’s okay. I cleaned up earlier, you won’t be eating your jizz.”

I had her grabbing hold of the headboard and moaning within minutes. Her pubes were soaked, matted to the vulva, my face was a shiny sticky mess. After washing herself she returned with a warm washcloth for my face and turned sideways to my body engulfing two thirds of my cock in her mouth. Like her, I didn’t last long filling her mouth with thick virulent seed. Sex tapered off slightly as the weeks turned into months. By spring we were back in the fields during the day and in bed with each other at night.

On a warm spring day after having had lunch in the field she started to take her jeans off. I was looking at her wondering what was going on. With the jeans and panties around her ankles she leaned against a tractor tire with her ass pushed out to me. Reaching back with a small bottle of KY she smiled and spoke.

“Come fuck me Dave. I always wanted Jerry to do this but he never would. We might not do it more than once, but I want to fuck in the field at least once before I die.”

After depositing a mid-day load in her pussy my cock softened and plopped out leaving a trickle of semen running down her leg. Using paper towels to wipe ourselves dry she smiled as she folded one and put it in her panties.

“I’m gonna have your cum sloshing around inside me all afternoon. Thanks lover boy.”

Considering she’d had her reproductive parts removed when she was young we never had to worry about pregnancy and screwed like bunny rabbits as often as we could. She no longer produced a natural lubricant on the exterior, at least not enough for penetration without help, I rapidly learned the benefits of long foreplay, cunnilingus and using KY when necessary. I went out of my way to make sure she was ready before pushing deep inside her.

The second year I was with her we went to Cancun during spring break. We carried on like newlyweds, stolen kisses, holding hands, little love pats and quick feels. We didn’t give a flyin fuck that people stared at us because of the age difference. Little did they know she kept my balls drained and I kept her pussy sated. The atmosphere was one of wanton abandon, people making out and fucking in every dark spot. With skin everywhere, male and female, neither of us looked at anyone else in a sexual way.

When I graduated with a degree in computer science my folks drove down and spent the weekend with me. Claire was the perfect hostess, my folks loved her from the moment they met her. Mother said several times that now I could settle down and start a family. However, I wasn’t ready to settle down, not with Claire by my side. Though I had a degree with an emphasis in software development, being in a smaller city like Lincoln there also wasn’t a job to be had in my area of expertise. I was talking about it one evening after supper when Claire made a suggestion.

“Why not start a business of your own? You say people are switching over to computers and software every day. Why not get in on the ground floor before someone else does. Don’t worry about the money, I have enough stashed away to start something like that. You can pay me back when you’re in the black.”

I took her advice and opened a shop where I not only sold and did upgrades on existing units, I also started putting together chassis and components to satisfy customers specialized wants or needs. Instead of hiring a summer helper Claire hired Raul and his oldest son full time. Sylvester had taken work in another state. Not once did they ever ask why I was still living with Claire, though I was sure they had figured it out. I was in town filling the truck with gas on a Friday evening at the Sinclair when the old guy I’d originally asked directions to the Brantmaier place walked in.

“Hey there young fella. I’m surprised to see you’re still around these parts. Are you workin for Mrs. B.?”

I shook my head, “Nope, I don’t work for Claire any longer.”

He stared at me, “So you call her by her first name now do ya?”

I nodded, “Sure do.”

He laughed, “You lucky sons a bitch, many a man been tryin to get in her pants for years. Congrats kid.”

I laughed, “No, nothing like that. She just lets me room at her place.”

I was lying through my teeth, no way was I going to bring embarrassment to the woman who had taken the time to teach me about sex in the right way. Not in some back alley with a hooker or in the back seat of a car with somebody as inexperienced as I would have been. Nope, whoever I married and had a family with would have Mrs. B. to thank. Back at the ranch I told Claire about the incident at the gas station.

She laughed, “Wally, that crusty old fart. He likes to talk big, but according to his wife

he hasn’t been able to get it up since the heart attack. Thanks for preserving my honor, I think a nice piece of tail as a reward will be in order. Don’t you?”

Though I’d worked with Raul a few years during planting and harvest I’d never actually met his family until Mrs. B. hired he and his son full time. I met his two boys and wife but was told the daughter was teaching school in another state. I thought nothing of it until the 4th of July gathering at the ranch. It was when I met Emelie, their middle child, for the first time. She was three years younger than me and had been teaching school in Missouri.

We seemed to hit it off well, talking of her job and my business. Over the course of the afternoon we probably talked a total of two to three hours off and on. She was a dark haired, slender built, absolutely gorgeous Latina. While her folks were only around five foot eight or nine, she was easily five foot ten which made our conversations more comfortable not having to look up or down. Her eyes were as dark as her hair and seemed to bore holes through mine when she looked into them. As they were getting ready to leave she gave me a friendly hug and told me she’d see me the next time she was home.

Five hours later Claire was riding me like a bucking bronc when she suddenly stopped and lifted off my cock. As she moved into position I knew she wanted it from behind, she wanted it long, deep and hard. She was in one of those moods where she wanted me to take what I liked. She’d had two orgasms to my one as we flopped next to each other, out of breath, tingling from head to toe. Lying in my arms she sighed.

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