Two Weeks at the Farm - Sex Stories

Two Weeks at the Farm

... her mouth away so it created a pull and pressure around my crown. Licking and covering my cock with her saliva, she let her tempo increase. I positioned myself over her so she is directly between my legs. I'm now painfully hard, she feels the warmth of my penis in the back of her mouth and the friction of it as I slide in and out. She ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft and I moaned. I grasp handfuls of her hair so I can hold her head steady, and slowly let my hips begin a sensual undulation, my cock stroking in and out of her mouth, I'm grunting with my effort to control myself longer and not cum. She feels my cock head rubbing against the top of her mouth, making her gag with each deep thrust. I place my hand at the back of her head, pressing it tightly to my crotch, increasing the depth and speed of my thrusts. Brenda tries to pull away from me, through a fuzzy haze, she hears me say " No!" and feels the gradual squeeze of my hand on her throat as light headedness overcame her and she stopped resisting. With one last, deep thrust, I rammed my hard thick cock as far back into her mouth, as it will go, opening her throat and forcing my throbbing cock further down her throat until she can do nothing but take the full release of my thick warm cum. I stood over her waiting for my breathing to calm. Finally untying her arms, I carried her to my bed, poured and handed her a large glass of what smelled like brandy, " drink it all," I said. She didn't want to drink it, ...

... she relented, despite her raw throat, in two burning gulps, she swallowed the brandy and she was mercifully asleep within the hour. Through half closed eyes, she recognized my shadowy outline as I walked through the doorway into her bedroom. At the sight of me, she feels dampness and warmth blossoming, spreading upward between her legs. I turned and see she is awake. " Good morning, Brenda," I said, pulling back the drapery allowing the early morning light to filter into her bedroom. " Good morning," She replied. Despite my often abrasive attitude toward her, I have awakened in her the sexual needs and desires of a woman that struggles with the naiveté of a never married woman making her feel confused and anxious when we are together. I walk toward the bed and she held her breath when I whispered into her ear, " You were very good last night. You did everything I asked of you. That's exactly what I expect from you, Brenda." My hand brushed across her cheek when I smiled and continued, " There are a few business matters that I need to attend to today, I'll be home late." " Alright," She murmured. Her heart begins to beat faster when I knelt in front of her, parted her legs and let my hand inch up her inner thigh to her damp pussy. In feigned mortification, she tried to close her legs and reach out to stop my hand. I looked at her and smiled wickedly. " I'll see you later then," I said. She watched me gather up my coat. I paused at the door about to say something, but apparently ...