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Kentucky Woman

By: ManBlue



I first saw her leading a beautiful horse over a show course. The way she steered the beast was impressive; the animal following her lead obediently. She was dressed in white slacks that hugged her hips and a red blouse. Her face was obscured by a big hat. I couldn't help but notice how her body filled out her clothes seductively; the curves more than evident. From where I stood, I could see long dark hair flowing from her hat. I was in Kentucky at an event given by a company trying to get me to buy their wood for flooring for the residential buildings I own back in New York. I was being wooed, and their was a chance I might pick up some of their product. But at this moment, I was more interested in the woman leading the horse.

Food was served after the exhibition. I saw her at the buffet. I waited until she had her plate, found a table and sat before I moved to the same table. I wasn't hungry but had some food on my plate so as not to appear too obvious. "May I join you?" I asked her.

"Certainly," she said. "The seats aren't saved as far as I know."

I smiled and sat. She still wore her hat, but upon closer look, I noticed tiny wrinkles around the corner of her eyes along with dazzling green eyes. Her skin was dark, either deeply tanned or naturally olive-tinged. I placed her somewhere in her early forties, probably five or so years younger than me. "The way you handled that horse was amazing," I said, opening up our conversation.

"Why thank you. But Luke is the amazing one." 

I didn't understand

"The horse," she said. "He's a charm to work with."

I shrugged. "I admit I don't know much about them. I'm city boy, I guess."

"Oh, what city?" she asked.

"New York."

"Ahh, the Big Apple. I haven't been up there in many years. I hear it's changed a lot."

"It has," I said. "And mosty for the better."

"That's what I hear."

"I'm sorry, I haven't even introduced myself. Frank," I said, offering my hand.

"Kay," she responded and holding out her own hand.

I took it and squeezed hers gently, small in my big hand, not soft; her work obviously required some hard work, but fingernails were long and manicured dark red.

'Very nice to meet you, Kay," I said.

"Why thank you, Frank." She replied with another of her dazzling smiles.

From there the conversation flowed effortlessly. I learned of her work with the horses and love of animals. That she was divorced and had a son named Gregory who was tragically killed in Afganhistan several years ago. And that the animals and her work with them helped her through the very tough times after her son's death.

I told her about my business. That I had a daughter who was college-aged and living with her mother in France. That I, too, had been in the military; my time spent during the first Gulf War. I told her of my love of travel, art and sports; how I've competed in amateur mixed martial arts events and how I dabble in cooking as well which, I think, impressed her the most.

Before she had to get back to her horses and get them packed up, I asked for her number. She was hesistant for a moment and then gave it to me. Since I was leaving for New York in a couple of days, I asked her right there if she would join me for dinner before I left. 

"Let me think on it a bit, Frank." She said, obviously wary of some stranger from the big city trying to find some fun on his long weekend down south. 

"No worries, Kay. I'll call tomorrow. If you don't want to, I'll understand."

She looked at me then and from her expression, I knew I would be seeing her again before I left town.

I offered to pick her up at her home and bring her to the restaurant where I made the reservation for our dinner, but she said she preferred to meet me there; that she lived "way out in the country." I didn't persist. I was early and had a drink at the bar as I waited for her. I have been with many women and have no difficulties finding sexual partners. Since my divorce, though, I've really had no interest in a relationship. I cherish my freedom and take full advantage that freedom gives me to pursue adventures, sexually or otherwise. There was something about this dark-haired woman, however, that made me pause. I couldn't put my finger on it yet, but it was there. She was different.

She didn't keep me waiting long. She arrived wearing a burgundy dress with thin straps and cut just low enough to expose generous cleavage and her lusciously swarthy skin. Her shoulders were toned and what I noticed of her legs, mid thigh down, appeared firm and muscular. She had her hair up in a fashionable bun and her neck was bare immediately stirring my desire.

I took her hand again and, a little awkwardly, brought her close to me and kissed her on the cheek. She apologized for making me wait, even though she really hadn't. I asked if she wanted a drink. "Bourbon would be great," she said.

"I should have known," I said with a grin.

"Hey, I am a Kentucky Woman," she said with her own grin.

"How do you like it?" I asked. 

"Neat, how else?" She said and again I knew there was a reason why she attracted my attention.

Again, the conversation flowed effortlessly. She liked to talk about her work and also how she was put off by living in a small conservative Southern town where, as she said, religious hypocrites roamed and bigots ruled the roost. She would liked to have moved, but she loved the property she owned and it was close to her work. Curious about her dark complexion, I asked about her ethnicity. She told me she was part Cherokee on her mother's side mixed in with French Canadian from her father's family. 

"A fiery combination," I said.

"Oh yes. When unleashed it most definitely is," she agreed, her eyes on mine as she said it.

We lingered long after coffee and dessert almost until the restaurant was to close. I was tempted to offer my hotel room for the night instead of her long drive home, but instinctively knew that the time wasn't right. I asked if she was okay to drive. She said she was fine. I walked her to her car. "This was fun," I said.

"Uh huh, it was," She replied, looking at me. "How come you don't live closer dammit." She laughed.

I smiled and bent to kiss her. She responded eagerly. Her full lips opening and her tongue sliding into my mouth. She let out a contented moan as we kissed and then pulled away. "Gotta go," she said and hurriedly got into her car and drove away.

The next morning we talked, exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. Like I've said, I've had countless sexual partners and adventures and had no desires for a relationship, but on the plane back to the city, this woman was all I thought about.

Six week later I was at La Guardia airport waiting for Kay's plane to arrive. I greeted her with a warm hug. I could tell she was nervous and she admited being so as we drove to my place. I had paid for her airfare with a return ten days later, but with the stipulation that if it didn't work out, she could leave anytime and I would take care of it.

I own a number of brownstones in Harlem and live in the first one I bought and restored. Built at the turn of the century, I had the original detail restored but put in a modern kitchen and bathroom with top of the line appliances. I live in the bottom three of the five floors and rent the top two out to a young family. Kay was immediately impressed by its grandeur and the work I did to restore it. 

"Oh, I've got something for you," she said, reaching to unzip one of her bags. "This is my favorite. Made not far from where I live." She handed me a bottle of Kentucky bourbon. 

"I can't wait to try it," I said. "Why don't you go get freshened up and then join me down her for a sip or two."

"Sounds like an excellent idea," she said with a smile as I took her bags and she followed me to my bedroom.

It had been a long day for her so I thought it best that we eat at my place and just take it easy on this first night. She was more than happy with that. I worked on getting salmon steaks I was going to grill on my industrial stove top ready. She returned after awhile, her long hair down now and freshly made up, a very fine sight indeed. I opened the bottle she brought and we had a drink as I cooked.

We had talked repeatedly on the phone and had email chats, but now, as we ate, we were talking face to face and it was as if we hadn't corresponded in those six weeks. "I can't believe how good this is, Frank." Kay said of the dinner. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"Just one of my passions," I said. "Of which there are many."

"Passion is a good thing," she said with a nod. "I try to have passion for everything I do. I don't believe in doing things half way."

She didn't have to tell me that. I could see the passion for life and living in her face and demeanor. It was what drew me to her.

After dinner we sat close together on my couch, talking more about our lives. Finally, I made the move she expected, stroking her cheek, pulling her close to me, kissing her, as my hands roamed her body. She responded again eagerly, the warmth of her body intoxicating.

"Mmmm, this is nice, Frank," she said smiling up at me.

I nodded. "It is," and kissed her again. This time she moved her body into mine; her tongue exploring mine hungrily. 

After we both came up for air, I looked her in the eyes. "Shall we?" 

I could tell she was still slightly nervous. "It's been a long time for me, Frank," she said

"You don't need to explain anything, Kay," I said. "We'll take it wherever it takes us. No worries and no pressure."

That seemed to reassure her and I took her hand and led her up to my room. She kissed me again and said, "Can I change into something intimate, Frank?"

"You most certainly can," I said. "And while you're doing that, I might start shedding these things," I said, indicating my clothes.

"Hmmm," She smiled and looked me over. "Don't. Let me do it when I come back."

"As you wish," I said, smiling back at her.

She returned from my bathroom in a translucent white slip with thin straps and cut low just barely covering her large breasts with lacing over her stomach and ending at mid thigh. Her mature body was firm and inviting. I took her in my arms and kissed her again. Feeling her body against mine, my hands now finding flesh. She moaned as I touched her and pulled away slightly. "Now, let's get you undressed."

She tugged at the hem of my sweater and I lifted my arms as she pulled it off. She purred as she stared at my chest. I have prominently defined pecs with a patch of light brown hair between them. She ran her nails over it and bent and kissed it lightly. "So nice," she said as her nails teased over my flat belly to my pants. While nibbling at my chest and nipples, she unbuttoned my jeans. Squatting slightly she tugged them down my muscular thighs. I lifted my feet up, one at a time, and she took the jeans off. She ran her nails up my thighs again, bending lower to nibble at them and then came to my briefs. I heard a small sigh as she noticed the bulge through them and then brought her face to it, rubbing over it, sighing even more contentedly as if she were feeling a soft fluffy pillow though what was under it was anything but. She looked up at me with those hypnotic green eyes as she hooked her fingers into the band of the briefs. "May I?"

I smiled down at her. "But of course."

And she pulled them down as well. My cock flicking out surrounded by a thick thatch of brown pubic hair. I heard her gasp as she saw it and looked up at me again, biting her lower lip. "Frank...my god..." she mumbled.

My cock is of average length, but what made Kay gasp was its unusual girth. I have what some refer to as a fat cock, but I prefer to call it just "thick." I wasn't erect yet, though its thickness was immediately prominent.There have been women who found it too much. Some worried that it would actually hurt them or that they could not handle it. Most, however, are more than pleased by what I have. And from what I could see on Kay's expression, she was one of the latter.

She now was on her knees in front of me as I stood at the foot of my bed. "I've dreamed of this, Frank, since I first met you," she said. "This moment. With you. In this position."

I smiled down at her, my hand stroking her hair as she then started to kiss up and down the length of my cock as if she were kissing a baby making cooing sounds as she did so. She wrapped her hand around as much of the base as she could and then circled her tongue around my cock head. She let go and used the flat of her tongue on the underside of my cock, running it back and forth. My cock was responding immediately. Growing longer and thicker as she worked on it. She got as much as she could in her hand again and lifted it as she licked down to my balls, suckling one and then the other. 

"Mmmmm, Frank, I love your cock and balls," she muttered without looking up. 

I liked what she was doing and how she was doing it. I've had my cock sucked so many times and most were a blur. What she was doing was amazing. My grip on her thick long dark hair was tightening as my cock was now at full length and thickness. She moved back to the head and took it between her lips, suckling just there. 

Looking down I saw her full red lips stretched over my thickness. And then she reached around to my butt and squeezed it as she began to work her lips down my length, her tongue flicking under it as did so. Finally she had all of me in her mouth and I heard her hum and felt the vibration on my cock. She moved her head back and forth, holding on my cock, saliva was spilling from her mouth. She slid back took a breath as she flicked again at my cock. She looked up at me. Her eyes now glassy and needy. I started to ease her up. I wanted to explore her body. To fill that need. She resisted me, staying on her knees. 

"No, Frank," She said looking up. "I want to taste you. I want you this way first. . .please."

How could I refuse. I smiled and stroked her hair and cheek. She smiled back and then in a whoosh, took my length in her mouth. Again, holding on it for a moments before pulling back and then took it in again...and again. She was bobbing furiously on my cock. 

I pulled her hair hard now which made her moan loudly. The sensation on my cock was incredible. The harder I pulled her hair, the faster she worked on my cock. She grabbed my ass cheeks again and Ifelt her nails dig in as she moaned and hummed on my cock. I began to thrust into her face, and, feeling the cum rising up my loins, pushed her down on me. Holding her there. She remained steady on my cock, though through her closed mouth, lashed her tongue on it's length as much as she could as I held her still. And then I grunted, gripping her hair hard as I shot my cum deep into her mouth. I heard her moan loudly again and released my grip on her. But she kept her mouth on my cock, taking all the cum down her throat before she finally pulled up and off. Panting her face was red as tears trailed down her cheeks. But through the tears, she was smiling. 

I pulled her up to me, my strong arms around her and led her to the bed taking her head to my chest. I strokd her hair and back as both of us relaxed from what we just experienced.

We rested for a few minutes and then my hands began to roam as we kissed again. I moved on top of her and pulled my torso up, my hand stroking down her neck as I stared down at her. Bending I kissed her there as she arched her head back. My hands moving lower to her breasts, pulling down the flimsy material that was covering them. They were big, firm, and still, despite her age, naturally high. Her areolas were dark and half dollar size. She noticed me staring at them as my hands explored their curves.

"They're my pride, Frank," she said. 

"And I can see why," I said. "You'd think you had help."

She shook her head. "Nope, all natural. 38dd. Been the same size since I was 20. Maybe 'cause I had Gregory so young and nursed him when I was still a teenager that they never sagged or got stretch marks. I don't know. But you know what I do know, Frank?"

I looked at her.

"I know that they like attention." She grinned. "Lots of it."

I grinned back and used my rough palms to caress her nipples. 

She sighed. "Mmmm yes, like that...and more."

Feeling her nipples harden I tweaked them with my fingers. She moaned and her eyes closed at my touch.

"Suck them, Frank. Bite them," she moaned.

I bent and took one in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the areolea and then closing my mouth on it, flicking at the nipple with my tongue and then biting gently. Kay squirmed under me and her moaning became more pronounced. I moved to the other and she arched under me. I could have spent all night right there, but there was more I wanted to explore. I slid my tongue down her belly, rounded slightly but still firm and defined. She had on white half panties and I could see a few dark hairs protruding from her panty band.

I tugged my fingers under the band and pulled them down and off her legs. She had a thick, dark bush, shaved only around her inner thighs and I could see moisture already formed through her hairs. I found the sight amazingly erotic. So many of the women I had been with lately had either trimmed to almost nothing or went totally bald. What Kay had was refreshingly erotic to me. 

I was on my knees as she lay in front of my. I ran two fingers through her thatch of curly hair and found what I was looking for. I tapped it and then pressed my thumb on it and she jerked and moaned slightly. I kept the pressure of my thumb on her clit while I slipped two fingers into her already wet opening. 

"Mmmmm, god, Frank," I heard her mutter and felt her muscles tug at my fingers. 

And then I pull them out and brought them to her lips. Without a word from me, she wrapped her hand around mine and took my wet fingers into her mouth sucking and licking her juices.

I took them away again, still kneeling, my torso up as she lay before me. I moved my hands to her calves and lifted her legs up. I placed them on the front of my chest. She watched me curiously as I did this, not knowing what I was up to. Moving my hands now down her long legs and under her ass cheeks, I quickly jerked her legs up higher and now over my broad shoulders, my mouth greedily opening and taking that beautiful natural pussy into my mouth as her body bent backwards.

"Oh fuckkk," she cried as soon as she realized what I was doing. She squirmed madly, but I held her tight as my tongue now pressed through her hair to her clit. 

"Frank....Frank," she moaned as I grazed my teeth over her clit and then pressed my tongue deep into her.

I reveled at her briny taste,curling my tongue in and out of her as she moaned. She tried to move under me, but I held her tight in my strong arms. I devoured her that way; feasting on her essence as she moaned and moaned and finally shook uncontrollably and gushed into my mouth. And then I let her legs down. 

She lay back for a moment, trying to compose herself as I remained in front of her still on my knees. And then she rose up quickly again, grabbing for my cock, trying to get it in her mouth. I took her by her hair and pulled her away, gripping my cock before her and then rubbing it over her face. She closed her eyes contentedly and hissed "Yesss," as her tongue and lips tried to catch my cock. I teased it away from her and moved it down to her nipples, rubbing my thickness on them. She let out an unearthly moan as I stroked her nipples with it.

I slid my cock between her firm orbs and she quickly pressed them together, capturing it as I began to tit fuck her. My cock moving up and to her lips where she would suckle the head and then down again. I could have stayed right where I was; her breasts were made for fucking, but I had other things in mind for her.


Kentucky Woman Ch. 01



After that first night, Kay and I stayed in most of the following day, only leaving my house for a walk around the neighborhood. After a couple of days, we got out more. I took her to many of my favorite places in the city; the art galleries I love, a few jazz haunts, some of my favorite restaurants and, though she was definitely country, she immediately warmed to what New York had to offer. 

Kay was both clingy and needy. This was her first real intimate experience in many years and she was not only still wary at what was happening with her, but also eager to experience more. Our lovemaking was fierce most times. Any inhibitions she had in my presence were almost immediately gone. She was vocal, telling me what she wanted sexually, sometimes demanding, yet always, eventually, submitting willfully whenever I took control. Admitting it was what she really wanted from me. But her stamina was equal to mine as I knew it would be; it was what drew us to each other. 

One night, after an exhausting day touring Brooklyn and strolling over the Brooklyn Bridge, for the first time, we both fell asleep without making love. And then the next morning I slipped out while she was asleep; before she could wake me as she often did, kneeling between my legs, coaxing my cock to life. I had another plan for her; one I wasn't absolutely sure she would receive positively, but if my instincts were right, she would...with vigor.

I had told her the night before that I had a weekly sparring session at my gym, so she would know where I was when she woke up. I have various sparring partners for my mixed martial arts training, but on this day I was going to spar with a kid in his late twenties named Derek. He was a light-skinned African American who graduated from Penn in Philadelphia and played football there as well. Multi-talented, Derek was also an amazing drummer and regularly worked with some of the top jazz musicians in the area. About the same height as I, Derek was leaner, but quicker in the ring than me. Keeping up with him was a challenge, but we managed to work on each other's strengths and weaknesses as we sparred. Our workouts could get brutal and that morning's was no exception.

When it was over, I pulled Derek aside and asked him if wanted to come over for breakfast. I told him about Kay. "Hey, I don't want to intrude, Frank."

I knew Derek was open minded. We had hung out together a few times at jazz clubs where he was working and there were often many female friends hanging around him. And he wasn't shy in talking about some of the things he did with them 

"No intrusion. Kay would really like to meet you," I said, looking at him intently.

He understood what I was saying and I didn't have to explain further. 

"Shouldn't I shower first," he said.

I smiled. "No, I'm not."

"Uh huh." He grinned. "Okay then."

I found out later from Kay that when she woke up and I wasn't there that she was already aching. While she made coffee in her nightgown waiting for me, she started to think of what she wanted me to do to her when I returned. How I was going to fuck her. And when she heard the key in the front door, she was already aroused, anxious to take me to bed.

When we walked in together, I immediately saw not only Kay's surprise, but her embarrassment as she crossed her arms over her breasts which were visible under the thin gown.

"Hi, honey, glad you're up," I said with a smile. "Meet my sparring partner, Derek." 

"Very nice to meet you, Kay," Derek said with a big smile. I could see his eyes taking her in as he held out his hand. And I could see he liked what he saw.

Taking his hand, still flustered, Kay muttered, "Hello, Derek," and then looked back at me quizzically.

"I invited Derek for breakfast, I hope you don't mind." I held up a bag of bagels." And I see you made coffee."

"No...I don't mind...but," she stammered

"I know, I should've told you. It was kind of a last minute decision." I looked at her, put the bagels down, pulled her to me and kissed her. "It's okay. You're always safe with me," I said, still looking at her. She was puzzled but I could feel her skin flush as I held her.

"But I'm not even dressed, honey," she whispered.

I smiles. "We're sweaty messes here, Kay," I said. "We hit it hard today."

"We did," Derek agreed. "This old man, there's no let up in him. He's a beast in the ring."

Kay smiled at Derek's remark. "Not just in the ring, Derek," she said with a grin.

"Whoaaa, why am I not surprised?" Derek said.

Turning to Kay, I said. "See, dear, now you are revealing our secrets." 

"You," I said to Derek while tossing him a towel. "Go get cleaned up. The shower's right over there."

Derek caught the towel and in the same motion, pulled off his tee shirt revealing his hard, hairless chest and defined six pack abs making an obvious show of it.

"Man, did you have to do that," I said. "You couldn't wait until you got into the bathroom. You just wanted to show off that hard body of yours, huh?"

I glanced at Kay and noticed that she was staring at Derek's body. When she saw me looking at her she averted her eyes and flushed again.

"I'm sure this lovely lady ain't complaining about yours, old man," Derek replied with a sarcastic grin and then turned to Kay for her response, but there was none. She seemed confused by the interplay between Derek and I

"Okay if you want to go there. Let's have at it." I pulled off my own shirt, showing Kay what she was by now very familiar with "And I got over 15 years on you," I said to Derek. 

"So now you're playing the old age card again?"

"Hell yeah," I said. "Whenever I can."

This made Kay laugh. "Boys, you are both incredibly fit," she said, as her eyes wandered from me back to Derek. 

"Maybe so, Kay, but there are some muscles that never sag with age," I said. "How are you in that department, buddy?" 

"Hush, Frank," Kay said.

"I don't want to make you look bad in front of your lady," Derek said with a smirk.

"That could never happen, could it, baby?" I said to Kay.

Not knowing what to say, Kay just shook her head.

"She knows what I got." I said. "Maybe she should see what you've got."

"Frank!" Kay blurted. "Stop now." But I noticed her eyes back on Derek. 

"Show us, Derek," I said, ignoring her protests, while holding her to me. "We'll let Kay be the judge. Okay with you Kay" 

"This is silly, Frank..." she said, but I cut her off by pulling down my shorts, my thick cock exposed. 

I gripped it in my hand and jerked it playfully. "Let's see you top this, kiddo."

"Jeezusss, Frank." Kay muttered, covering her mouth with her hand, her skin turning beet red. 

"Okay, you asked for it, Frank," Derek said with a grin. And then he pulled down his own shorts revealing his brown, long, uncut cock, the hair around it shaved bare. 

My eyes turned to Kay, who, still clinging to me, was transfixed on Derek's cock. I noticed her nipples now protruding through her nightgown. Our little game had aroused her as I sensed it would. "Well, well," I said to Derek, "Impressive."

"You too, old man. No wonder she calls you a beast."

"What do you think, Kay? Any preference in our 'muscles'"

Kay couldn't talk. She was flabbergasted by the sight of the two cocks in front of her.

"Or do you need to see them in action before you decide," I added, looking at her.

"God, Frank, this is so embarrassing." Kay said covering her eyes but I noticed a smile.

Bending to her ear, I whispered: "This is for you. I want you to enjoy it."

She stared at me again, still not sure what to do; how to proceed—if she should proceed. I nodded and she reached for my cock, stroking it slowly and then turned to Derek and then back to me. 

I nodded again and her hand went to Derek's chest, her nails raking it, exploring his taut muscles and then moving down until they found his cock; her hand enclosing over it She looked at me again. I nodded again. And then using her thumb on his tip, she stroked up and down his length until his cock began to engorge.

While she continued to stroke Derek, she turned back to me, moving her free hand to my base and flicking her tongue around my cock head and then teasing her tongue up and down my length before opening wide and sucking down on my cock all the while continually pumping Derek.

Pulling off me, Kay looked up at me and this time, not waiting for my approval, moved her lips to Derek's cock, fluttering her tongue on his tip and then down his length while, with her other hand, she fondled my balls. 

I watched as she worked her tongue back up his cock and then suckled him into her mouth to his base, holding it there. I looked up at Derek and saw his eyes roll up and heard him let out a groan as she held his cock in her mouth. I knew now that he was experiencing what I had become accustomed to; a magnificent cocksucking. 

After bobbing on Derek for a bit, she returned to my cock, swallowing me whole and moving up and down faster. And then back Derek, alternating between quicker now. Her lust now obvious; Kay was in her own world totally intent on her actions; in giving Derek and I maximum pleasure without any inhibition.

When she finally came up for a breath from Derek's cock and before she could go down on mine again, I pulled her up to me. "Maybe we should adjourn upstairs to more comfortable quarters." I suggested.

Kay, whose face was flush, just purred her compliance. And with me leading the way upstairs, her hand in mine, while she held Derek's behind her, we trooped upstairs to my king bed. 

Once inside the bedroom, moving behind Kay, I helped her off with her nightgown. She was now naked in front of Derek as I held her to me almost displaying her to him. I kissed the nape of her neck and she purred into me. "Damn, man, you are one lucky son of a bitch, Frank," Derek said, admiring Kay's voluptuous body.

"I think all of us are pretty lucky right about now," I said. "Aren't we Kay?"

"Mmmm," she nodded. "I know I am with two studs like you with me...and two glorious cocks to play with."

With that she reached out for Derek again taking his cock in her hand and then to her lips while I played with her big breasts. I heard her moan on his cock as she took it deep into her mouth again. Derek's hand was in Kay's now unkempt thick dark hair as he also groaned in pleasure.

I moved one hand from a breast and down between her legs, finding her soaking wet. She squirmed as I touched her there and pulling off Derek turned to smile at me before quickly taking his cock in her mouth again. I slipped two fingers into her as her cunt muscles clenched on them and she hummed on Derek's cock. 

"Fuck me, Frank," she muttered, her mouth full.

"Turn on your back," I told her.

She flipped over and spread her legs while Derek remained poised over her face. She stroked him while I slowly spread her and then took Derek into her mouth again. As I began to move in and out of her, I watched her take Derek deep while also stroking him. His hands were on her breasts, tugging at her nipples which had her bucking up to me. Her moans became louder the harder I pounded into her. I saw her pull off of his cock and begin suckling his balls, keeping her hand on his shaft, moving it up and down. Derek was also moaning, cursing and muttering to himself how good she was. 

Holding onto Kay's hips, my thick cock moved in and out of her pussy, slick with her juices and her hips bucking with each thrust. I could see that now Kay had moved up a bit on Derek, her face behind him, her tongue probing between his ass cheeks as she pumped his shaft faster. Derek grunted and then a thick wad of cum shot from his cock as she continued to pump him while licking at his ass. The cum draining onto her breasts.

I knew that seeing that cum would ignite her own orgasm and could feel her pelvic muscles clenching my cock tighter and her body shake. Lifting her legs up I slammed down into her hard as her body quivered and she let out an almost animalistic moan as she came with my cock deep in her.

It was quiet for a moment; all of us were breathing heavily. I pulled my still hard cock out of Kay while she pulled out from under Derek and began to rub the cum over her breasts. All three of us were on our backs, Kay between us.

"You two," she said with a smile. "How lucky can one girl get?"

"Ha, you think so? We're not done with you yet, are we, Derek?" I said.

"No chance," he said "Just give me a few and I'll be right back in the game."

"Mmm, let me help you with that, Derek," she said with a smile and moved up to rub her cum-slick breasts over his cock and then between them, squeezing his cock with those amazing breasts while licking at his peeking head..

It only took a few minutes of that for Derek to grow hard and long again and Kay stroked it now with her hand. She looked to me. "May I?" She asked.

"That's what we're both here for, baby," I said.

She took that as a yes and climbed over Derek's cock and then slowly lowered herself on it with a grunt. As she started to ride his cock, I positioned myself next to her and she quickly grabbed my cock and stroked it. 

"Get it wet," I told her. 

She just nodded and spit on her hand, rubbing it over my cock, lubricating it. "Like that?"

I nodded and then moved behind her, pushing her forward while she continued to bounce on Derek's cock. My hands were on her hips and then her ass cheeks. Taking my cock, I rubbed it over them and then between her cheeks.

She turned to look at me. "Oh fuck, Frank."

I nodded. She now knew what was coming.

Probing my thick head between her cheeks now, I pressed into her tight bud. 'Gawwd," she groaned as I slowly began to spread her from behind. 

As I worked my cock into her ass, I bent to her ear and kissed her there. There was more sweat beading on her neck. "How does it feel?" I whispered

All she could do was moan loud as my thick cock filled her from behind, working it all in. She was still for a moment, and then began to move on both of us; riding Derek while I moved in and out of her from behind. Kay's moans turned to guttural cries and I could see her flesh turn that shade of red and knew she was about to cum hard. As she did, she screamed out loud, her body shaking wildly as I let loose inside her, my thick cum oozing out of her ass.

Once her spasms subsided, I gently pulled out of her and she grunted again as I did. I held her now, taking her lips to mine. Still mounted on Derek's cock, she kissed me fiercely, her green eyes on mine as she began, again, to bounce on his cock. I wrapped my arms around her as she rode him again, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples. She arched back into me with another moan and started to shake once more. Derek groaned beneath her and I knew he had cum inside her. And then she collapsed into my arms.

While she rested, Derek slipped out of the bed and gestured to me that he was leaving. I just nodded at him as I held the semi-conscious Kay to me. 

We slept most of the rest of that morning. While Kay still slept, I got up and put together breakfast and brought it up to bed for her. "Aren't you sweet," she said, seeing the tray of bagels, juice, coffee and fruit.

"You deserve it," I said.

She blushed. "I can't believe I did that," she said, covering her eyes.

"But you did," I said. 

She nodded. 

"And did you like it?" I asked

She looked at me. "You were here with me, Frank. Yes, I loved it. But maybe next time you pull something like that, you should give me a little advance warning."

I kissed her. "No, Kay, it's all about the surprise. It's the spontaneity that makes it more intense."

She kissed me hard back. "I'm sure you're right," she said. "Now let me eat. I'm ravenous." 

"More like insatiable," I said with a grin.

"Got any complaints with that," she said, her green eyes twinkling back at me.

"None whatsoever," I said, and then let her satisfy that appetite. 



Kentucky Woman Ch. 02



Kay's visit with me in New York was coming to a close. We were comfortable with each other and after the first night, sex between us was natural; both of us hungry; our respective passions on overdrive. For the first time in a long time I had met someone who could match my passion and drive. But still, there was much more I needed to know about Kay. I wanted to push her instinctive boundaries further; to see if she could continue to meet my demands. And I had an idea how I would do that.

I wanted to show Kay that New York was not just a city; that the state had some beautiful natural resources. I owned a small farmhouse about two hours from the city and a few days before Kay was to return to Kentucky, we drove up to spend the night. 

We arrived late in the afternoon. Kay was amazed at how rustic the area was and, in particular, my farmhouse. It's a three bedroom, bi-level A-frame I had built about ten years earlier. I spend time there in the summer when my daughter visits and in the fall, during foliage season where the mountain views from my floor to ceiling living room window is spectacular. I also let friends use it whenever I'm not there, but it was early spring and the place had been empty for over a month.

It was cold inside and I immediately got the heat going and made a fire. 

"This is so beautiful, Frank," Kay said. "You really have the best of both worlds with your place in the city and here."

And I couldn't agree more with her.

Once we freshened up a bit, we drove into town; a village really where there are a few pubs and restaurants. Many New York artists had relocated here and as a result, decent food and drink followed.

We had a quiet meal at an Italian place. Kay seemed distant. I could tell something was bothering her.

"You okay, baby?" I asked.

She smiled at me. "More than okay, honey. It's just that I know we'll be apart soon and that upsets me."

I nodded. "I know. I'm going to miss you too."

"Really, Frank?" She looked at me. "You have so much here. Such an exciting life. Why would you miss me?"

I took her hand and squeezed it. "Believe me, Kay," I said, looking into her eyes. "You are special. I would hope you would know that by now."

"I guess I do, Frank. But you can't blame an innocent country girl for being a little insecure around a handsome, worldly big city gentleman." She batted her eyelashes at me and smiled.

"Innocent? I think you've disproved that notion, baby."

"Hmmm, maybe," she said and squeezed my thigh.

"Anyway, we still have this time together. I want to make the most of it," I said.

"That sounds more than wonderful, Frank," she said again squeezing my thigh...this time a bit higher.

We got the check and drove back to the house. The heat had come up and the house was toasty and warm. There were dim lights on in the living room. Kay commented on how romantic it looked.

"Come, baby," I said, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs but not to the master bedroom; to the second bedroom, smaller and spare with just a double, poster bed in the center, a big chair by its side, and a tall, antique dresser. There were candles lit around the bed.

"Candles...but how?" Kay wondered.

I grinned. "I have my ways," I said.

"Do they light themselves, or is it magic, Frank?"

"No, the magic hasn't begun yet," I said, again with a grin.

She grinned back. "I like the sound of that," she said.

"Good, now go, get undressed and come back here," I told her.

"Naked, Frank?"

I nodded. "Yes, that's how I want you here."

"Hmmm, this is getting interesting," she said with a curious look on her face.

"I hope you will find what happens here more than just interesting," I said.

She left with that puzzled look on her face. A few moments later she returned totally naked, her body glistening in the candle light.

"Now lie down on the bed," I said.

She did as I asked, still curious about what was to come.

I went to the dresser and returned with four velvet sashes. Here eyes were on me as I returned and sat on the bed. I took her hand wrapping the sash around her wrist and then tying it to the bed post. 

"Uh oh, Frank, tying me up?" 

"I am, Kay," I said. 

"This doesn't involve pain, does it?" She asked. "I trust you, but..."

"No physical pain, Kay. I don't believe in that."

"You said no physical pain. What does that mean? Will I be hurt in another way?"

I looked at her as I fastened her other arm to the post and then wrapped a sash around one of her ankles tying it to the front post. "Well that might be up to you, Kay," I said. 

"How you react to what's to come."

"I'm so confused, Frank," she said, a somewhat worried look on her face now. "Please don't hurt me."

I finished tying her other foot to the post. She tried to move, but couldn't. She was tied tightly, but not too tight to hurt her. I bent to kiss her. She kissed me back tentatively. I stood up and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" She looked scared now. "You're not going to leave me?"

I knew that what she was about to experience would be even more of a shock to her than when I brought Derek home that morning. I also was confident that, when it was all over, she would thank me for the experience.

I went down the stairs and into the guest bedroom off the kitchen. She was sitting on the bed, her legs crossed under her reading. When I came in she looked up. "Is everything ready, Frank," she said.

"It is, Amy, thanks for preparing the room."

"You know I enjoy this," she said, putting the book down and getting off the bed.

She was Amy Loo, a young woman who worked in an art gallery in Chelsea. I met her at an opening about a year ago. She was an artist herself; Asian, diminutive in stature, pretty, and sexually outgoing. I was significantly older than she, but she had an intelligence and maturity, especially in things sexual, that made us a good match. We were lovers; our relationship mostly only sexual though we enjoyed each other's company especially when traveling in the art world.

I had invited her up to my country house other times and she knew where I kept my spare key. I told her about Kay and what I had in mind for her. Always up for an adventure, especially sexual, Amy was more than agreeable to participate. To make it a surprise, I had her take the train and then a taxi to the house, timing it so she arrived while we are out to dinner.

She was slim with silky dark hair she curled around her ears and cut just at her upper neck. She had a tattoo on the back of her neck and others around her shoulder and belly along with multiple piercings including a nose stud and a tongue stud. She came to me, got on her toes and gave me a kiss. She was wearing just a tank top and baggy sweats which she took off and tossed back onto the bed. She was now just in the tank top, her nipples prominent through the material and a tiny thong.

"Can I meet your lady now, Frank?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yes, let's go."

I opened the door to the room, Amy by my side as we entered. Kay's eyes opened wide when she saw the girl with me. "Frank...what..."

"This is Amy," I said.

"What's she doing here?" Kay's eyes were blazing now as she noticed how Amy was dressed and that I had my hand on her back.

"That's what you will soon find out, baby," I said to Kay.

"Don't 'baby' me, Frank. Untie me now." She struggled with the sashes but couldn't release herself. "I don't like this."

I looked at her. "You're going to give up, Kay? Not even going to give it a try?" 

"No...not this...not another woman." Kay shook her head.

"She's very beautiful, Frank. A real lady," Amy said, her eyes wandering over Kay's voluptuous body. "Frank talks very highly of you, Lady Kay. You are lucky to be with him." 

"He's a son of a bitch," she yelled with fire in her eyes.

"No he's not," Amy said and then walked to Kay, bent and kissed her on the lips. "He's a sweetheart." Kay tried to avoid the kiss, but Amy wouldn't let her.

She returned to me and I wrapped my arms around her as we both looked at Kay. "What are you going to do?" Kay asked; her eyes on both of us.

Amy turned and smiled at me. I moved my hand to her waist and pulled up her tank top. She raised her arms and I pulled it off her. Now my hand was just below her breasts as I pulled her into me. She cooed as I did that and turned to kiss me.

"Damn you, Frank. You're touching her. Kissing her."

"Uh huh," I said. "And I'm going to do much more than that."

"Please...." Kay cried from the bed. "Seeing you touch her like that is torture. Seeing your hands on her...and not me..."

I moved my hand to Amy's small breast and began to rub over her nipple. She moaned and pushed into me from behind. With my other hand I cupped her thong and then slid it down revealing her bald pussy. 

Kay bucked on the bed, again struggling with her binds. She cried out in frustration and rage and turned away from us; not wanting to look. I knew that wouldn't last and I slid my fingers into Amy, the sound slick as I moved them in her. Amy squirmed on them and moaned again and Kay turned back to us. This time she said nothing while staring at us.

I pulled my fingers out and Amy took them into her mouth, sucking and licking her juices from them. And then she helped me off with my shirt. As I lifted my arms, she kissed my chest. "Oh god, Frank," Kay whimpered from the bed. "This is so cruel."

Amy licked down my belly and then unbuttoned my jeans, helping me off with them. 

And then my briefs. "Frank has the most beautiful cock. Doesn't he, Lady Kay?" Amy said as she played with it. Kissing and stroking it lovingly.

"Ohhh, let me loose, please. I won't bother you two," Kay cried from the bed. "I just can't watch this."

"Yes you can," I said bluntly as Amy began to work on my cock, getting it thicker and longer in her mouth. I stared at Kay as my hand wrapped around Amy's hair, guiding her as she sucked me. Her eyes were on me, and then on what Amy was doing to me and she squirmed. I could see that despite her anger, she was getting aroused.

Amy worked on my cock more intently, bobbing her head, moaning onto it and then I pulled out my cock and held it rubbing it over her face as she tried to catch it into her mouth again. I turned her onto her back on the big chair next to the bed and she instinctively raised her legs for me, bringing them high up on my chest. Holding my cock in my hand I began to penetrate her bald pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly as I spread her. Behind me, I could hear Kay moan and squirm on the bed. 

I began to pound into Amy hard, feeling her clench on my cock. She was sucking on her own fingers and I knew she was about to cum. I slammed into her hard and lifted her off the chair. Keeping my cock deep in her, she wrapped her legs around mine and screamed as she came. 

I let her down gently back onto the chair and pulled my cock out. I turned to Kay. Her eyes were glassy and she was panting as if I had just fucked her. She ran her tongue over he full lips. "Please, Frank. Untie me now. Please give me your cock. Fuck me. Fuck me like you fucked her. I need it! Please!"

I looked at her and then grabbed my clothes. I glanced at Amy. She nodded—a silent agreement between us of what she was to do next. And then I left the room, leaving the two women alone.

"Frank?" She said desperately through the door. "Don't go....please."

Kay told me later what went on in the room before I returned. How Amy came and sat on the bed with her, trying to calm her; to get her to stop crying. How she called me names...said she didn't want anything more to do with me. That she was glad she was leaving soon. Amy stroked her cheeks and tried to reassure her that I wasn't trying to hurt her; that I was just trying to open her to new worlds...to experience new sensations.

And as she caressed, Amy bent to kiss her again. Kay told me how she first resisted; insisting she was straight. But Amy just listened and continued to kiss, until finally Kay, in her aroused state, gave in and let Amy slide her tongue into her mouth. She recalled how she could feel Amy's tongue stud as it flicked on her own tongue and the strange sensation of kissing another woman.

Amy talked to her all the time, telling her how beautiful and sexy she was and then slid her lithe body onto hers. Kay described to me how it felt the first time another woman's breasts were on hers. How Amy's kisses on her neck were especially erotic. And then Amy's hands were on her breasts and how she touched and then kissed them were unlike anything she had ever experienced with a man. And while she played with her breasts, Amy slid her thigh between hers making the feeling even more incredible.

And then her tongue was dragging down Kay's belly through her dark thatch of hair. Kay admitted that by then, she was as hot as she could ever remember. Wanting more of whatever Amy had to offer.

I returned, wearing only a robe, to see Amy's head buried between Kay's legs and Kay arching up as far as the bindings would allow her, moaning loudly in pleasure. She was in another world and didn't even notice as I came to the bed and untied her wrists first and then her ankles. When she realized she was free, she first lifted her legs higher, wrapping them around Amy's upper back and with a free hand caressed and pushed on Amy's head. Her moans as loud as I had ever heard from her.

I took off my robe. My cock had grown quickly at the sight of Kay in rapture, and I moved back to her, my hand caressing her forehead and hair.

"Ohhh, Frank, this is amazing," she muttered, a dazed, almost drugged-look on her face. 

I bent to kiss her and she kissed me hard, moaning at what Amy was doing to her.

She positioned herself closer to me and quickly took my cock in her hand and then deep into her mouth. She bobbed on me wildly as I saw her turn that shade of red; cumming hard from Amy's expert tongue. 

She pulled off me for a moment to catch her breath. "Wow!" she panted.

Amy looked up from between her legs and smiled. 

"She's so delicious. So sensual, Frank," Amy said as she came up and kissed us both tenderly and then quietly left the room.

Without any talk, I spread Kay's legs wide and slipped my cock into Kay's very wet pussy. Those green eyes that were raging at me earlier, were now compliant, needy as I began to fuck her.

"Mmmmm, Frank," she muttered as I stroked in and out of her. "I'm so fucking hot and turned on now. How do you know? How do know how to push my buttons like this?"

"Ssshhh," I whispered. "No talk. Let me get to work here."

"Oh yessss, I love the way you work."

She wrapped her legs around my back, clenching onto me hard as she turned red, cumming violently once again.

She knew I hadn't cum inside her and insisted on cleaning my cock with her mouth again and then getting on her hands and knees.

"Fuck me from behind, Frank," she said eagerly. "I want to feel your balls slapping against me."

Who was I too argue? I slammed her from behind until, this time, both of us came in unison.

We collapsed together after that, falling asleep on the small bed.

I was surprised to see that Kay was not in bed when I woke up. It was morning. I was the early riser, usually waking up well before her. I got up, put on my robe and went to the bathroom. She was probably downstairs in the kitchen, I thought. I went down the stairs. The kitchen was quiet. And then I heard something from the side room.

The door was open to the guest room where Amy was staying. I peeked in to sees Kay poised between Amy's legs, her mouth suckling at Amy's bald pussy. Amy had one leg around Kay's shoulder and was moaning audibly, a hand on her own breast.

"Well, well," I said, making my appearance obvious.

Kay looked up from between Amy's thighs with a sheepish expression. "You're not mad, are you, Frank?"

I laughed. "Not at all. This was what I hoped would be the result of last night."

"I just had to taste her," Kay said. "To see what it was like."

"And what do you think?" I asked.

"Ohhh, god, amazing," she said.

"Thank you," Amy said with a smile. "But I was getting very close before you started talking so please go back to what you were doing, Lady Kay."

"Mmmm, gladly," Kay said as she lowered her face to Amy's pussy again and began to use that very talented tongue.

"I'll leave you two to your fun then," I said.

"No, Frank, don't leave," Amy said. "Your cock is always welcome, right, Lady Kay?"

Kay just nodded between Amy's legs and I moved to Amy who quickly began to massage and lick at my cock. Kay peered up and moaned into Amy's pussy as she saw what Amy was doing to me.

Amy pulled off my cock, arched her head back. "Oh gawwwwwwwd," she wailed loudly, Kay's ministrations driving her to a violent orgasm.

Kay kept licking at Amy who was still writhing on her bed. She reached down and pulled Kay up to her, kissing her hard. "Oh, Lady Kay," she said. "you are so beautiful..."

"Awww, honey, you're the beautiful one," Kay said. 

"Hey while you two are sweet talking, this cock is getting bored," I said with a grin, gripping my still hard cock.

"Ha, we can't have that, Frank," Kay said. "Can we, Amy?"

"Not at all. Do you want the pleasure of accommodating him, Lady Kay?"

Kay smiled. "Hmmm, I'll have that pleasure later, hun. Right now I think I want a little more of what you gave me last night. I don't know when I'll ever get that again."

With that she straddled Amy, moving up to her face and then over it, her hands in Amy's hair. "Mmmm, I think I have no problem with that, Lady Kay." And then Amy flicked her tongue up, fluttering it onto Kay's damp pussy. As she did, I moved between Amy's legs, Kay's back to me, and eased my cock into her. Her face was no longer visible from my position, but I could hear her groan as I spread her.

Kay's moans were picking up as well as Amy buried her tongue into her. While I fucked Amy, I reached out to Kay, and cupped her big breasts with my hands. She arched back into me, riding Amy's tongue as I pulled on her nipples and kissed at the back of her neck.

The three of us were on the bed, our sounds echoing throughout the quiet house. Soon the momentum built even more and Kay cried, her body shaking as she came on Amy's tongue. Amy sensing Kay's orgasm, locked her legs around me and I knew she too was close. Pounding into her, feeling the cum rising up my loins once again, I filled her with my seed as she clenched on my cock.

We showered, had breakfast together, took a long walk outside in the chilly early spring air and then got back in my car and drove back to the city.

After we dropped off Amy, Kay began to cry.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked.

"I don't want to leave you," she said. "What will I do by myself without you? I've loved being with you. This has been pretty much the most exciting time of my life and I don't want it to end."

"It's not going to end, baby," I said. "There's no way I'm losing you. We'll make it work. I promise."

Still, Kay was melancholic the rest of the evening; our lovemaking uncharacteristically gentle. 

The next morning I drove her to the airport. "I'll never forget this time," Kay said as she waited in line at security. "You've made me very happy, Frank."

"I'm glad," I said. "But believe me, this is just the beginning."

She kissed me quickly and went through security. I watched her for a few moments and then went back to my car, wondering really where, and how this would all end.



Kentucky Woman Ch. 03



This is the sixth installment of the Kentucky Woman series. In this episode, Frank travels to Kay's hometown of Mittown, Kentucky where he is introduced to some of the secrets of small town USA. 

1

I saw her as soon as I got off the plane ramp. She was tan, radiant, and smiling broadly as she saw me. Her long dark hair was flowing over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a loose blouse that still could not hide her big breasts, while her jeans hugged her voluptuous hips and high round ass. The sight of her immediately sent a tingle through my body. 

We embraced and kissed. "You don't know how happy I am right now, Frank, having your arms around me again." she said, keeping her green eyes on mine. 

"Honey, the feeling is absolutely mutual," I said, kissing her once more.

We let the embrace linger a bit and then she steered me out of the terminal toward where she had parked her car. 

The drive was almost an hour to her house. On the way we passed those fabled fields of blue grass. Coming from the city, the lush greenery was so dense it almost hurt my eyes. She saw me staring at the scenery. "Welcome to Mittown County," she said.

"It's beautiful," I replied.

"Yes it is," she said with a nod.

We came to her driveway, a long, wooded dirt road and to her house. Her property was surrounded by mostly woods with just the peek of a neighboring home. Her house was a 1970's constructed Cape. The deep bark of a big dog welcomed us as we drove up.

"That's just Wolf," Kay said. "I told you about him."

And then the dog was upon us. A huge Sheppard Rottweiler mix with big teeth bared was right up at my door. 

"Don't mind him. He'll soon know you're friend, not foe."

"You sure?" I asked Kay tentatively.

"Absolutely." 

With that she got out of the car and went to the big dog. He wagged his tail at her as he kept glancing back at me, still nervously sitting in the car. Kay took him by his collar and hugged him, whispering into his ear. 

"You can get out now," she said.

I opened the door and the dog, though eying me, no longer had its teeth bared.

"It's okay, Wolf, he's a friend," Kay cooed to him. "Give me your hand," she said to me.

I did as told. She squeezed it and then brought me closer, hugging me. 

"See, baby," she said to the dog. 

And like her own child, the dog nudged playfully between us.

"It's okay now," she said. 

I held out my hand, palm up, and looked at Wolf with a smile. Kay released her hold on his collar and he came slowly to my hand where I could rub under his chin. 

"Good, now that we're all friends," she said. "Let's go inside."

I grabbed my suitcase and followed Kay into her spacious house. It was airy with many windows facing the woods. Through the kitchen I could see the big pool, blue and looking very inviting on this hot afternoon.

"Want to swim?" Kay asked. 

"You read my mind," I said.

"Let's get changed then. Come. I'll take you upstairs."

I followed her to her bedroom. She kissed me again. "I'm so happy you are here, Frank." She said again. "You get into your suit. I want to go get some food ready and then I'll join you."

I changed into my bathing suit and went out to the pool, not wasting anytime getting wet. The water was warm, but the swim was refreshing after the flight and drive. I splashed around a bit and then saw her coming out of the kitchen and down to the pool.

She had on a white bikini, the top not revealing much of her breasts while the bottoms cut to a miniscule V, exposing her hips and endless tan legs. She had put up her hair and was wearing platform sandals. The sight of her was mind boggling.

I got out of the pool, dripping, and staring dumfounded at her. "Damn, baby, no wonder that poor boy couldn't control himself when he saw you. Is this what you wore?"

"Something like this, but in black," she said and smiled shyly. "But stop, Frank, I'm still not quite good with what happened with Brock, despite what we talked about." 

"Yeah, but Kay," I said, looking her up and down again. "He will never forget you and I mean that in a good way."

"I hope you're right," she said. "How's the water?"

"Fantastic," I said. "You going in?"

Before she could answer, we heard Wolf bark loudly. He was barking in the direction of the neighbor's house.

"What's he riled up about?" I asked.

Kay looked past me toward the woods and the sliver we could see of the neighbor's house. "Oh, it's probably Mr. Perry on his deck trying to catch a peek."

I grinned. "Ahhh, smart man," I said. "But the dog gives him away, huh."

"Always," Kay said. "As soon as I hear Wolf and I'm out here sunbathing, I know Mr. Perry has come out to watch."

"Do you give him a show," I asked.

She shook her head. "No, you know I'm not like that, Frank," she said, blushing slightly.

"Uh huh," I said. "You're not, but I am. Maybe we should give him a show he won't ever forget." I took her in my arms and pulled her too me, turning her to face where Mr. Perry was probably watching. I kissed her on her neck. "What do you say?"

"Mmmm, Frank, I want you. But here? Wolf won't stop barking."

"Can you bring him inside?"

"I guess I can," she said somewhat hesitantly.

I rubbed my hands down her sides and kissed her again on her neck. "Let's do it. I can't think of a better way to start my vacation here with you."

"Ummm, since you put it that way." She turned and kissed me and then went to fetch her dog. 

She came back a few moments later and I took her in my arms again, turning her to face where the voyeuristic Mr. Perry was undoubtedly watching. My hands were on her belly as I kissed her on her neck. She pushed back into me. "Oh god, Frank. Now I couldn't care less whose watching. I've wanted this again for so long."

I teased her ear with my tongue and whispered. "I can't lie. I've stroked it more than a few times with you on my mind." 

"Mmmm I love hearing you say that, Frank. You make me feel so special."

"Because you are," I said, my hands moving to her breasts, still barely covered by her skimpy top. I pulled the top down so I could finger her nipples. She moaned loudly. "There's no doubt Perry can see these beauties," I said, my hands cupping under her full round breasts. I pushed them up a bit. "Why don't you show him how you can suck on your own nipples."

She did what I said, her tongue swirling over her nipple as I held her breast to her mouth. As she lapped at her nipple, her hand wandered to my shorts. She squeezed, feeling how thick I was already and groaned loudly again. 

One of my hands wandered lower now, pushing down her bottoms. Her normally thick dark thatch was now just a thin bikini line. "I had to, Frank," she said. "There's no way these suits would hide my hair otherwise. I hope you don't mind."

I shook my head. "Not at all. Change makes it even more thrilling."

She laughed and squeezed my cock again and then turned in my arms.

"Let's show old Perry how good I can suck a cock," she said wickedly as she sunk to her knees in the grass, pulling my shorts down in one motion. "Mmmm, my baby," she purred as she stroked and licked around my shaft lovingly, holding it to her cheek and face.

I looked down at her. She glanced back up at me as her tongue flicked at my cock head. And then she began to work it in her mouth. The sight of her on my cock was beautiful and I told her so. My words made her hum on it more and suck harder. My hands were in her hair, on her head, guiding her as she filled her mouth with my thickness. She gripped my butt with her hands as she bobbed and sucked heartily on me before pulling out to take a breath and move her tongue to my balls. She licked and sucked them gently while using both hands to work my shaft. What she could do with her tongue and hands was pure magic. 

She fluttered her tongue lower and dapped at my ass crack before slithering it back to my balls and then again up to my cock. She took it deep in her mouth again and sucked and bobbed rapidly on it while one of her hands traveled between her legs. I normally can pretty much control how and when I cum, but what she was doing was making me lose that control.

I gripped her by her hair and tried to pull out of her mouth, but her lips held tight around my cock, groaning and shaking her head, not wanting to give it up. Finally, I pulled it out, my hand still on her head. "No, Frank. I need your cum!" she wailed while trying to get my cock back into her mouth.

"You'll get as much of it as you need, baby," I said. "But I want to fuck you. To cum in you."

"Mmmmm, yes, baby. Fuck me!" she said breathily as she turned onto her back, raising and spreading her legs. I took her legs to my chest and rubbed my cock over her glistening mound. "Put it in me, Frank! I want it now! I need it now!" Whatever trepidation she had earlier was totally gone,

I spread her pussy with my thick cock quickly and she moaned in pleasure, her body shaking almost instantly in a violent orgasm. I kept my cock deep in her as she convulsed on it and when her orgasm subsided I pulled it almost all the way out and then slammed it back in again. As I thrust my hips in and out of her, she began to thrash beneath me once more. Her green eyes were glazed as they stared at me and her tongue swirled over her own lips. She wrapped her legs tight around my back as I slammed in harder and harder while she pushed up to me to meet each of my hard thrusts until I could hold back no more and drained my cum deep into her. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, goddddddddddddddd!"she screamed as her body shook with another orgasm.

Both of us were panting and sweating in the hot sun. Kay's back and butt were covered with grass and dirt. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She shot her tongue in my mouth and moaned into it, catching her breath with mine.

After we caught our breaths, with a smirk, I said, "I think we gave one to Mr. Perry for the ages." 

She laughed. "Oh, he might get quite an eyeful this next week," she said. 

"Lucky dude," I said.

She shook her head. "Naaaw, we're the lucky ones."

And I couldn't agree more.

We cleaned off in the pool and spent the rest of the afternoon just lounging, napping in the sun, sipping beer for me and wine for Kay. Dinner was a delicious slow roasted rotisserie chicken on her grill along with local corn and salad. We ate in our bathing suits outside and when it got dark, Kay turned the lights on in the pool. 

"Now that's what I like," I said, admiring the deep blue glow coming from the pool.

"Nice isn't it? I love taking swims in the night after work. It really relaxes me," she said.

"I'm sure it does," I said. "Shall we relax some now?"

She smiled at me, reached around and untied her bikini top. "Yes, but we don't need these to relax."

"I like your thinking, Kay," I said, standing and sliding off my suit. 

She glanced at my flaccid, long cock and licked her lips as she wiggled out of those scant bottoms.

We frolicked in the pool awhile, teasing each other in the warm water before I cornered her and pressed my body against her, kissing her hungrily. Just as she was getting into the kiss, I pulled away and hopped out of the pool.

"Hey, sexy, where you going?"

I didn't answer her. I grabbed one of her plush towels and spread it over the edge of the pool and then jumped back in. I took her hand and brought her to the towel and lifted her up to the edge of the pool.

"Hmmm, what might you have in mind?" she asked, a twinkle in her green eyes.

"We never did get to dessert, Kay, and I'm craving something sweet," I said, a grin on my face.

"Oh are you?" she replied.

"Uh huh," I nodded and spread her legs with my hands as I moved between them with my head. Kissing at the tip of her bikini trim and wiggling my tongue lower to her clit where I mashed my tongue onto it.

"Mmmmm, my sexy lover," she purred and stroked my hair with her nails.

Using my fingers in her and my tongue on her clit, she began to moan and arch back onto the towel. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked and gnawed gently on it as she groaned and played with her breasts. Taking my fingers out of her pussy, I moved my tongue into her, curling it and flicking fast inside her. As I feasted on her greedily, her loud moans echoed in the quiet of the night. I felt her squeeze and push at my head as her body tensed and then she gushed from her pussy, cumming hard on my tongue.

I hopped out of the pool and positioned her away from the edge. My cock was thickly engorged and as she lay there, she followed it and me with her eyes, biting her lower lip. 

"Turn over," I said.

She immediately obeyed, getting on her hands and knees and raising her rounded butt. I gripped her by her ass cheeks and she cooed. I teased my cock over her ass and crack and she let out a small yelp. Moving it further down, I eased my thickness into her pussy as she exhaled a throaty wail.

Holding onto her hips and ass, I began to pound into her from behind. "Ohhhhhhh! Yes, baby, fuck me hard!" she cried, her head buried into the towel.

I moved in and out of her, slamming into her to my balls until, feeling the cum rising up my loins, I held my cock deep into her, exploding inside her as she gripped me with her cunt muscles.

I slid my cock out of her and she groaned, collapsing onto her belly. I slid on top of her and kissed the back of her neck. She turned her head to me with a smile. "I think I can get very used to this," she said.

We swam a little more and then, both of us exhausted, went up to bed where we almost immediately passed out. I slept as well as I had in a very long time and was awoken at day break by the feel of Kay's tongue circling my cock. I peered at her with sleepy eyes. "You just lay there now and let me do this," she said. "It's our tradition." 

"Mmmmm hmmm," was all I could respond with.

It wasn't long before her tongue, lips and hands had me thick and hard and that's when she really went to work. She was sucking deep on me, licking me up and down, playing with my balls, worshipping and loving my cock like no other until I could hold back no longer and shot my wad down her throat. She swallowed eagerly, taking all of it and continuing to suck and lick me until she was sure she had it all. 

When she pulled off my cock, she slid back up to me. I held her close. "I love your cum," she whispered. I stroked her hair and cheek and within minutes, both of us fell back to sleep.

2

We relaxed most of the next day. She took me out and drove around the area. I could see how she was torn about living where she did. Sure it was quiet; small town living, but it was magnificently beautiful as well. 

That night we were invited to a dinner party given by her best friend, Pamela. I was reluctant to go, wanting really just to spend the night and all my time in Kentucky with Kay alone. But Pamela was, as Kay had told me, her closest friend in the world; someone who she loved and trusted like a sister. Someone who was there for her when she lost Gregory when there was no one else to comfort her and get her through those very difficult times. Kay had told her about me and she was very anxious to meet me.

Her house was even larger than Kay's. Apparently, her ex-husband was a wealthy businessman and had left her the house. "Yes, but she's not snooty at all," Kay said as we drove up to the estate. "She's got all the money in the world, but she's real down home. Maybe that's why we're such good friends."

Pamela greeted us at the door. She was a petite and pretty with short blonde hair, her skin tanned golden brown, blue eyes, and, from the short, tight dress she was wearing, I noticed her nicely rounded ass and muscular, defined legs. A body, I later found out, formed by years of tennis. She smiled broadly at me and held out her hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Frank," she said. 

I squeezed her hand. "The pleasure is mine," I said. "Thanks for inviting us tonight."

"Are you kidding," she said. "I've heard so much about you, Frank. I've been dying to meet you."

"I hope you've heard only good things," I joked.

"Oh yessss, Kay has nothing but very good things to say about you, you can be assured of that,' Pamela said as she looked at Kay. "And she wasn't lying. You are quite handsome."

"Isn't he though," Kay said, looking at me with a smile. 

"I guess that's unanimous," I cracked and they all laughed.

As we walked into the grand entranceway, another woman, accompanied by a tall, thin, fair-skinned man greeted us.

"Frank," Pamela said, indicating the couple. "This is my daughter, Becca, and her fiancé, Mitch." 

She was also slender, taller than her mother, but with the same, athletic body. Blonde, like her mother, but her hair was much longer and loose down to her mid back. Still, the resemblance was more than obvious. "Nice to meet you Becca. And you too, Mitch."

"Becca goes to law school in Boston," Pamela said. "And Mitch works for the county District Attorney. They're to be married when Pamela graduates next spring."

"How nice. Two lawyers. Always good to have one in the family," I joked and everyone laughed, though I could feel eyes on me and I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

After the introductions were made, we had cocktails outside on Pamela's large deck and then dinner in her formal living room. The grilling was relentless and Kay occasionally squeezed my thigh to indicate she had my sympathy. After dinner we had drinks in the living room and a few times, Kay and Pamela would escape together where I knew Pamela was giving Kay her assessment of me.

"How'd I do?" I whispered to Kay when she returned.

"Hush," she said, slapping at my hand. "We'll talk later."

And in the car on the way back to Kay's, she told me how much Pamela liked me. "She thought you were irresistibly charming. She even compared you to her favorite actor, George Clooney."

"Clooney! That is high praise."

"Absolutely. And you do know he is from Kentucky, don't you?"

"I didn't know that."

"So you're in with my best friend, Frank, but I had no doubts that you wouldn't be."

"Well now I'm very relieved. She seems like a down to earth person despite having so much," I said.

"She really is. We wouldn't be friends if she wasn't."

"Her daughter seems very vivacious; a real go getter, but to be honest, I can't say the same about Mitch."

"Yes I know. It does seem like an odd match, but not if you know, Becca. She knows with Mitch, she'll get anything she wants."

"Ahhh, so she's like that," I said

"Yes, much different than her mother," Kay said and then went silent.

"Anything wrong?" I asked her as I pulled her car into her driveway.

She shook her head. "No, just thinking."

"About?"

"Hmmmm, we'll talk about it later," she said as she got out of the car.

"Now I'm curious. Why later?" I asked as I walked to her side.

She put her arms around me and looked into my eyes with her sexy, green eyes. "Because, first we need to go inside, get undressed, so you can fuck me silly." She smiled and then kissed me.

"Okay, If you put it that way, I guess I can wait," I joked.

She was voracious that night. Wanting as much as I could give her and more. Even though I was tired after all that food and wine, we went at it for more than two hours. She was relentless, moving with me at full throttle. Breathing heavily, she went from one position to the next, demanding more and more until, after taking her in almost every imaginable position, she got on her belly, raised her butt, and spread her ass cheeks for me, something she never did before. I obliged willingly and she screamed loud and long as we both came hard.

When we finally caught our respective breaths, I said, "Wow, what brought that on, baby?"




Kentucky Woman Ch. 03



She was curled into me, playing with my chest hair. "I just love you so much, Frank," she said. 

I kissed her head and stroked her hair.

She was quiet again until she picked her head up and looked at me.

"Frank, would you do something for me? Something really special."

"You know I will," I said, continuing to stroke her thick hair. "Whatever you want."

She nodded. "But this is a little unusual. Maybe even a little kinky."

I smiled. "I can handle unusual," I said. "And kinky? Well kinky's never scared me off, you know that."

She kept her eyes on me. "Kinky like having you sleep with my best friend?"

It took a moment to register.

"You want me to...to fuck Pamela."

She nodded. "I do, Frank," she said seriously. "She's so lonely and she sleeps around with a lot of creeps who just don't treat her right. I want her to experience you. I want her to feel some of the pleasures I've been feeling. Despite all she has, it hasn't been easy for her. She's..."

"What?"

"Just like I said, despite getting plenty of attention from men, she's really very lonely. There's a void in her life and maybe you can help her forget it, if only for a short time."

I didn't know what to say. It was an unusual request and one I truly didn't expect from Kay. 

"Have you asked Pamela if this might be something she would want."

"No, but...."

"Kay, how can you presume she would sleep with her best friend's man?"

"Sweetie, I know my friend. And I know the way she talked about you and looked at you. I bet she's at home now all wet just thinking about you. Of course she would never say anything like that or be crude or anything, but I know her."

"You might be risking your friendship by bringing this up. She might take it the wrong way."

"Let me worry about that," Kay said. "So you'll do it?"

"If it's what you want...and Pamela agrees, I'll do it, but I don't know how you'll get her to agree to it."

"You leave that to me," Kay said and kissed me hard. "Now I need to get to sleep so I can...well...you know...wake you up the proper way."

"Mmmmm, I'll have pleasant dreams thinking of it."

Kay didn't talk much more about what she had in mind the following days after. The holiday was coming up and she had planned a Fourth of July party at her house for colleagues at work and their families. I helped her with the preparations; buying hot dogs, hamburgers, rolls and all the condiments along with watermelon, corn on the cob, salad, and cole slaw. 

When we were at the supermarket, Kay said, almost matter of factly, "Oh, and Pamela's coming."

"Oh?" I looked at her.

"She's volunteered to help you with the grilling," she said, giving me a knowing smile.

"She did, huh," I said, still curious about whether Kay discussed what we talked about the other night with her friend. "Anything else she volunteer to do?"

Kay squeezed my hand. "She's a little nervous about it," she said. "She's just not sure...yet. But I want you to be very nice to her. Make her...less nervous, if you know what I mean."

"Whatever you want, honey," I said, smiling at the beautiful and big hearted Kentucky woman by my side.

The Fourth of July was a hot, sticky day and perfect for the pool. Kay's co-workers seemed like a friendly bunch and really cared for Kay. There were many children, lots of activity in the pool, but I stuck mostly by the grill cooking off what seemed like an endless supply of hamburgers and hot dogs while Kay, who refrained from swimming or appearing in one of those eye catching bikinis, moved among the crowd, making sure everyone got what they want and serving as the perfect hostess.

Pamela arrived well into the afternoon dressed in khaki shorts and a loose halter top. I could tell she was nervous as she immediately helped herself to a glass of wine. 

"Bout time you showed up," I said, kiddingly. "I thought I'd never get a break here."

"Well I'm here to help you, Frank," she said. "I know how to cook a hot dog."

"I'm sure you are proficient in many things, Pamela," I said, smiling at her lewdly and making her blush a deep red. "So I will leave the barbecue utensils in your lovely and capable hands while I cool off with a swim."

With that, I pulled off my shirt. Pamela was staring mutely at my chest. Finally she stammered, "You...go ahead, Frank. I've got this."

After my swim, I returned to the grill station and both Pamela and I worked as a team to feed Kay's hungry co-workers. The wine and my easy flirting with her seemed to loosen Pamela up and she was more at ease with me. Once it got dark, Kay gave everyone sparklers and we lit them in honor of the Fourth of July. The guests began to leave after that until, finally, just Kay, Pamela and I remained.

The mosquitoes were biting in the humid night air and we all went inside. Pamela helped Kay clean up whatever was left to clean up and then both women came into the living room and sat on the sofa together. I got up from the leather reading chair and sat on the other side of Pamela.

"Great party, honey," I said to Kay. "And I thank your friend here for bailing me out more than a few times when I was burning some burgers."

"Awww, you did fine, Frank," Pamela said, her hand grazing my leg. "He's very impressive for a Yankee, Kay," she teased.

"Uh huh, impressive is the right word, sweetie," Kay said to her friend. 

With that pronouncement there was strained silence between us until Kay finally spoke up.

"Pamela, I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want. But you are my best, dearest friend and I want what I think is best for you. I want you to be happy. To feel good. You deserve that."

She squirmed a little next to us. "I know you do, Kay. It just....just feels awkward and strange that my best friend would offer her man for....you know."

I reached out to caress Pamela's hair and the back of her neck. She let out a very low purr as I did so. "I would like very much to do this, Pamela, if you wanted. It would be an honor and a privilege."

She turned to look at me. "Really?"

I nodded, my eyes looking at Kay who smiled and nodded back to me.

I moved my hand to Pamela's bare thigh and pressed on it lightly. "God, this is..." She covered her eyes in embarrassment. 

With that, Kay hugged her friend. "It's okay, sweetie. Let it go. This is for you. With my deepest blessing."

Pamela let out a loud sigh and then looked at me. "Okay, you, you'll be nice?"

"He better be," Kay said. 

"Now the pressure is on," I said, trying to lighten the mood. I stood up and held my hand out to Pamela. "Come," I said.

She looked up at me and then took my hand. I pulled her up. Kay got up too. "Do you want me there with you, sweetie?" she asked her friend. 

She shook her head. "No, that would be too weird."

"Whatever makes you most comfortable," Kay said. "If you need me at anytime, I'll be down here." And with that she kissed her friend on the cheek and I led her upstairs to Kay's bedroom.

She was still visibly nervous when I closed the door behind her. I took her by her chin and brought her lips to mine. "You're a beautiful woman, Pamela," I said as I kissed her gently. "And a fabulous friend to Kay."

She kissed me back. "She's the best, Frank," she said. "You are very lucky to have her."

"Believe me, I'm very aware of that," I said and then took off my shirt. She bit her lower lip as she stared at my hard hairy chest. "Something interest you?" I asked with a sly grin.

"Uh huh, I love a man with a hairy chest," she said. She moved closer to me and grazed her long red lacquered nails over it, her eyes roaming over my chest. 

While she played with my chest, I moved my hands behind her and then down to grip her firm, round ass. "And I've had my eyes on these since I've met you," I said, squeezing her ass cheeks.

"Mmmm, that feels good, Frank," she said and then bent to kiss between my pectorals. She rubbed her nose in the hair, purring and kissing lightly until she came to one of my nipples, and flicked her tongue on it. I squeezed her ass cheeks harder and then moved to take her hand in mine. I brought it to my chest and down my abs and then to the thickening girth in my pants. She purred into my chest as she groped at my crotch.

I pulled away from her and made a show of sliding off my shorts, teasing my briefs down a little at a time to reveal my thick tuft of dark hair and then my cock. She watched breathlessly as I did it and when my cock was revealed, she let out a low moan. "My god, Frank. I...I don't know."

"What don't you know, Pamela," I asked as my hand circled the girth of my cock. 

"It's so...thick. How does Kay..."

"Oh, she has her ways," I grinned.

"She must. I...I just hope I can take it."

"Wanna try?" I smiled. 

She nodded eagerly and bit her lower lip. "I can't wait to."

"Why don't you get undressed for me, Pamela."

She nodded again. "But do you mind if I undress in the bathroom and you lower the lights?"

I shrugged. "Whatever you are comfortable with."

She went into the bathroom. I turned off all the lights exceptthe dim bedside light. She came out a few moments later; her hands were crossed over her breasts. I was sitting up on the bed looking at her. As she came closer, she took her hands off her breasts. I immediately noticed that one of her breasts was oddly shaped and somewhat larger than the other. She saw what I was looking at. "You're staring at it," she said.

I looked at her, not knowing what she was talking about.

"Didn't Kay tell you?"

"Tell me what, Pamela."

"I had breast cancer and lost a breast. This was the best the plastic surgeon could do," she said, indicating the misshapen one. "I know, it's a turn off. I understand if..."

Before she could continue I took her in my arms and kissed her hard. "Shut up," I said. And then kissed her again, my tongue in her mouth. She immediately responded with passion, her tongue finding mine as she moaned into my mouth. 

My hands went to both her breasts, caressing them as she moaned again. My fingers found her nipples, I tweaked and rubbed them both and then turned her onto her back on the bed. 

I kissed at her neck and then to her breasts. She arched back and my mouth went to the disfigured one, my tongue swirling around the areola and then taking all of it into my mouth. "Oh, Frank," she whimpered, her hands in my hair, cradling me to it.  

I kissed and tongued both her nipples, moving back and forth between them for what seemed like hours. "So good...so good..." she cooed.

My hand wandered between her legs. She was soaked and I trailed my tongue down her flat belly, through a thin patch of light brown hair, to the essence between her thighs. I looked at her as I moved my hands down under her ass cheeks and jerked her legs up and over my shoulders, pulling her pussy to my mouth.

"Goddddd!" she moaned as I held her tightly in my strong arms and began to lick and suck at her clit. She squirmed wildly and my tongue found its way into her, curling up in her and flicking. I ate her greedily, devouring her pussy with my mouth. She gripped my hair hard and squeezed her muscular legs around my upper back. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she yelled as she came on my mouth.

I let her down as she recovered from her orgasm, her hand over her eyes as she caught her breath. And then as if she remembered something, she sat quickly up and her hands went to my chest. "Mmmm, honey, I could play with your chest all day," she said. 

"I'm sure you could, but there are other things to play with." I said, pulling her closer to me.

"Of that I am very aware," she said as she glanced at my thick, engorged cock. Her hands moved down to it and using both hands she stroked its length. She tickled under and cooed. "Oh my, hairy even on your cock."

She kneeled between my legs and licked at the tip, swirling her tongue over it as her hands continued to stroke. Moving her hands to my balls, she gently caressed them as her tongue fluttered up, down and around my cock. She moved her lips to the underside of my shaft where I had hair, kissing and licking there as she made cooing, happy sounds as if she found something sweet and delicious. 

I had my hand in her soft, short blonde hair as she licked lower, now to my balls, sucking on each of them while her hand played with my cock head. Her tongue worked back up my shaft and she positioned her lips over the head. Gripping my cock with both hands, she opened her mouth wide and worked my thickness into her lips. She slowly eased her mouth lower and lower on it, her hand again on my balls and stroking the hair near my ass crack. 

She soon began to suck, her head bobbing up and down. She was good. Very good. What was it with these Kentucky women and sucking cock? Was it in the air here? I leaned back against the bed's headboard as she diligently and lovingly sucked my cock, doing my best to hold off; to not shoot my load down her throat.

When I knew if I didn't stop her, she would get me to cum, I pulled her off my cock. She looked at me, her face flushed, lips wet with saliva and precum. I quickly had her on her back, her legs up and spread as I guided my cock to her pussy.

"Mmmmm, honey," she purred as I teased it over her clit and started to ease it into her wet slit.

"Ohhhhhhh," she groaned as my thick cock spread her. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!"

She was tight, my cock practically spilling out of her, spreading her lips as wide as they could spread. "Okay, baby?" I asked.

She nodded. "More than okay. Fucking amazing." She grinned and kept her blue eyes on me as I began to move in and out of her. I took her ankles up to my chest, and now, my cock lubricated by her juices, was able to move faster and harder in and out of her. With each thrust her moans became more pronounced. Her eyes opened and closed and she thrashed her head back and forth in ecstasy.

I felt the cum begin to rise up my loins and moved onto my side, turning her on her side as well, keeping one of her legs high, my cock continually moving in and out of her. With my other hand I gripped her round ass. 

"Frank, Frank, Frank!" she cried as I pounded into her and then, spreading her ass cheeks, slipped a finger onto her rosebud and probed into her. She screamed, her cunt muscles gripping my cock as I exploded into her, her body convulsing on it in a loud, long orgasm.

I kept up my motion until I let go of her leg, took my finger out of her ass, and slowly pulled my cock out of her. 

"Ahhhhhhh," she cried as my cock snapped out of her tight pussy. I lay by her side now, caressing her flushed face. "That was....my god...."

"So you liked it?" I smiled.

"Oh my...I....no wonder Kay is a changed woman."

I kissed her. "Who has a sexy, good, loyal friend."

She kissed me back in a more friendly manner now. "We are both lucky to have each other as friends."

"Yes we are," I said, looking into her eyes.

"I...I would like to stay here with you much much longer, but..."

I nodded. 

"This was memorable, Frank. Thank you so much," she said and then slipped out of bed to the bathroom. 

She came out dressed a few minutes later, glanced at me shyly now, and then went out of the room.

I stayed in the bed, exhausted from the day and my session with Pamela and about to fall asleep when, finally, Kay walked in. "I think you were a success," she said, smiling at me. 

"You do?"

"Not that I had any doubts. You made my friend very very happy and I appreciate it."

I nodded. "Why didn't you tell me about..."

"Her cancer?" 

"Yes."

"I didn't want that to influence you in any way, Frank. She's proud of being a survivor and doesn't use that she was sick to get sympathy. Did it bother you to see her...breast?"

"No, it didn't bother me," I said. "I just wasn't prepared for it."

She nodded. "How could you be. You are something, my Frank."

"Glad you think so," I said with an impish grin.

"Yeah, I do, but I hope you have something left for your poor lady," she said, pulling off her shirt and unclasping her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts.

"For you, I will call up all my reserves."

She slid off her shorts and her panties and crawled onto the bed next to me. "I'm sure your reserves will suffice." She caressed my thighs, staring at my cock. "I have to say, you had her making quite a ruckus. Hearing her cries got me more than a little wet."

"Jealous?"

She shook her head. "Only that I wasn't in the room with the two of you." 

"Now that wouldn't have upset me in the least, having you with us."

Her hand went to my limp cock. She began to stroke me softly. "I don't think Pam would have gone for it, though. I'm pretty sure she's one hundred percent straight."

I reached for Kay's hair and cheek. "Hmmm, you looking for a friend with benefits?" I asked with a smile.

She shrugged. "Not if it meant upsetting our friendship."

"But you've thought about it?"

"I cannot lie, Frank. Ever since you introduced me to the pleasures of another woman, I've thought about the possibility of being with Pamela that way. I wouldn't resist, that's for sure."

"Well, you never know what might happen in the future," I said, looking at my beautiful woman.

"No, but like I said, I would never push anything like that on her. My friendship with her is just too valuable."

"I understand that," I said.

"But, in the meantime," she said, gripping my thickening cock, "I get to taste her on you." She grinned wickedly and licked up and down my shaft.

"Well?"

"Mmmmm, oh yes. She would be delicious," Kay said and then took my cock deep into my mouth. 

She worked on my cock with her mouth until it was fully thick and erect and then, not letting me move over her, straddled my hips and impaled herself on it with a grunt. She bounced on my cock, taking her own breasts to her mouth, licking and sucking her nipples. "You like watching me do that, don't you, Frank."

All I could do was nod and she smiled, did it some more until I shot my heavy load into her and she moaned loud cumming in unison with me.

3

We spent the next day recovering from the party, just hanging out by the pool and eating whatever leftovers there were. The following day Kay had to go into work leaving me by myself. I didn't mind. I had to leave the next day and I could use the free time to make a few work calls, send out some emails, catch up on my reading, and get a workout in. 

I was in the middle of working on a few kickboxing moves on the back lawn when my cell phone rang. It was Kay.

"Hey, baby," I said. "Everything okay?"

"Yes, but I just wanted to tell you, you're going to have company over there? Becca called and asked if she could come over for a swim."

"Becca?"

"You remember, Pamela's daughter."

"Yes, pretty like her mother, but taller and with that, well, let me be blunt, wimpy, boring fiancé."

"That's Mitch. Wimpy and boring, for sure, but a man going places in this county and Becca knows it which is why she latched on to him. But don't let that fool you about Becca. She's given her mother plenty to handle over the years. She appears demure and conservative, but I happen to know she's plenty promiscuous."

"And why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"Because I think there might be another motive for her request to come for a swim."

"Ahhh, you think?"

"I do."

"Well this is unexpected. And interesting. What do you want me to do, Kay?"

"I want you to be yourself, Frank. Do whatever you want to do. I'm going to try to leave here a little early, but don't tell Becca that. Surprising her might be even more interesting."

I smiled, liking the way my Kentucky woman was thinking. "Okay, we'll see what happens. Mittown County is just full of surprises."

"Yeah, sure," Kay cracked. "I'll see you soon, I hope," she said and then hung up.




Kentucky Woman Ch. 03



I went back to my workout, shirtless and wearing shorts. The sweat was beading off me as I worked hard in the humid air. 

"Hello there," I heard from behind me.

I stopped and turned to see Becca smiling at me as she walked across the lawn to me, Wolf prancing happily by her side. She was carrying a knapsack, wearing shorts with sandals, a tank top and a baseball cap, her long blonde ponytail sticking out the back. 

"Hello, Becca," I said. "Kay called to tell me you might stop by."

"I hope I'm not disturbing you," she said, moving in front of me, her bright blue eyes on me, scanning my chest, hair matted with sweat. "I have the afternoon off and it's so warm today."

"No worries, Becca. Take a swim. Enjoy. I'm just gonna finish up here and then I might join you in the pool."

"Oh, good. Thanks so much."

While I continued working on a few kicks and punches, she went to the row of lounge chairs, kicked off her sandals, wiggled out of her shorts, pulled off her tank top and then turned to me with a smile as I continued to workout. She wanted me to see her bikini-clad, slender body and made a show of pulling her hair up and twisting it into a bun. And then she walked down the steps into the pool and went under. When she surfaced, she began to swim. Doing laps in a variety of strokes; crawl, breast stroke, back stroke, side stroke. 

I finished my workout, stretched a little, wiped myself down with a towel and then dived into the pool. The water instantly cooled me. I went under again and then rested against the edge of the pool as I watched Becca swim. Her strokes were quick and effortless. When she came to one side, she stopped and looked at me. 

"Did you compete?" I asked.

"In high school," she said, "and two years in college."

I nodded, pulled my body out of the pool and rubbed a towel over my chest and thighs. She was still at the pool's edge watching me. 

"I guess that's enough for now," she said and walked up the steps and out off the pool while I sat back on one of Kay's lounge chairs.

Becca pulled a towel out of her knapsack and wrapped it around her waist. She took the lounge chair next to me, sitting on it facing me.

"I think it's so cool that you and Kay got together like you did. Long distance relationships can be tough, but you two seem to be handling it well."

"So far we are," I said. "She's worth the mileage." 

"Yes, Kay's amazing. She's like an aunt. And when Mom was sick, she made sure I was taken care of and everything was in order at home. We'll never forget her kindness."

"That's nice to hear," I said, smiling at Becca. 

"Frank? I...um...." She had a kind of embarrassed smile on her face. "Can I say something else?"

"Of course you can, Becca."

She covered her eyes for a moment, still with that nervous smile. "Okay, here goes. I know Mom got home from your party the other night very late. And yesterday, well, she was happier than I've seen her in a long time. She was positively glowing...if you know what I mean."

I looked at her, playing it dumb. "I don't, I'm sorry."

"God, I can't believe you don't know what I'm talking about. Frank, I know my Mom. She and I are best friends. We've even double dated together. I've seen her come home after one night stands, though never glowing like she was yesterday. We talk openly about sex and our dates."

"Oh? So what are you asking me about?"

"Yesterday she was playing it mum. I knew she must have been with someone, but she wasn't talking. Who could she have been with, Frank?" She stared at me.

"How would I know?" I said, this time not very convincingly, which was a dead giveaway.

Becca's mouth opened and she shook her head. "I can't believe it. So Kay let you? This was all arranged?"

"You must be mistaken." I continued with the charade.

She laughed softly and got off her chair and straddled the edge of mine, staring into my eyes. "You put that glow on my mother's face, didn't you, Frank?"

This time I said nothing. There was no point in denying it.

"Hmmm, well, now that that is solved." She continued to look at me. "I wonder what it was that you did that made her so happy."

I didn't say anything. I knew where she was going with this and so did she. She caressed my thighs, staring down at them as her nails went back and forth over the hair on them. "I know she likes hairy guys, but that doesn't always mean good sex," Becca said. "The man must know what he's doing with a woman." She looked up again at me. "He must be pretty confident, strong, and, I'm guessing, well endowed."

"Those are all very good qualities in a man," I said with a grin.

"Oh yes, they are," she said with a grin as she reached behind her and unclasped her bikini top. She let it fall and her small pert breasts were revealed to me, her quarter-sized nipples already erect. Her fingers moved higher up my thighs. "Yes I very much like those qualities too," she said her eyes roaming my body to the bulge in my shorts.

I returned her gaze. "And does Mom know you're here, speaking of talking openly about sex and dates."

She shook her head. "No, and she shouldn't know," she said. "She kept this from me. I believe I'll do the same." Her hand slipped under my shorts a bit, caressing there. 

"And Mitch?"

"Mitch will make a very good husband, provider, and father. He will never be a very good lover, I'm afraid. Work will be his mistress. And he'll make sure I'm very happy no matter what."

I nodded. "What about Kay? I don't keep secrets with her," I said. 

"You might want to keep this one," Becca said. 

"Why is that?" 

"Just because," she said with a shrug and reached up to let her long hair loose, shaking it out. 

"And if she comes home?"

"She's at work," Becca said. 

"Yes she is," I said, again grinning.

"Now that it's settled," she said, her hand now moving up and over my shorts, squeezing. "Oooh, Frank. Time for a peek." She reached up and grabbing the waistband of my shorts, tugged them down, her eyes riveted there. Once my cock popped out she gasped lightly. "God, no wonder Mom...wow!"

"Problem?"

She shook her head. "Un huh, none whatsoever." She kept her eyes on my cock and quickly moved her hands to it, caressing it up and down.

While she slowly stroked and caressed me, I reached out to tug at her long nipples. She groaned. "Mmmm, I like that. You can pull them harder if you want."

And I did.

"Oooh fuck," she moaned and bent to lick at my cock, her tongue fluttering around the head. Keeping one hand at my thick base, she slowly worked her mouth over it, her teeth grazing at my foreskin. Once she got it all in, I held her head onto it. She struggled a bit, but I wouldn't let her head up. When I did, she panted for a moment and eagerly went down on it again. Her hands moved under my balls as she sucked me. She was as proficient as her mother, but with a little cockiness to her actions. I gripped her long hair and pulled it. She groaned on my cock. I wanted to fuck this minx. I wanted to fuck her hard for her arrogance and presumption.

She sucked with vigor, her head bobbing quickly on my cock, making high pitched moans as she did. Using my hands, I guided her on it, pushing her down, holding her head, controlling her movements until I pulled out. She looked at me, her face red, her breath ragged. "You gonna fuck me, Frank?" she said, teasingly. "Gonna used that big cock on my tight wet pussy." 

The words from her mouth certainly didn't fit her character. She was playing the hardened slut.

I laughed and grabbed her, pulling her onto my lap, her back against me. My big hands roamed over her slender body, feeling the soft blonde down that covered her flesh. She moaned and wiggled on my cock. I cupped one of her small breasts. She arched back into me as I did. My other hand rubbed at the heart-shaped blonde hair between her legs and then moved three fingers into her wetness. She moaned louder, pressing back against me. "I want your cock," she cried as she reached behind her to stroke it.

I swirled and twisted my fingers in her, getting them wet and then brought them to her lips. She smiled and quickly sucked at them. "Lay back," I commanded.

She quickly did as I said. Keeping her eyes on me, she spread her legs and began to play with her clit. 

I glanced at her and then noticed up on the patio that. Kay had returned. She gestured for me not to give her presence away. She went back into the house while I returned my focus to Becca. Holding my cock between her spread legs, I rubbed it over her clit. 

"Give it to me, Frank," she growled. "Give it to me hard. Fuck me like you fucked my Mom."

I eased my cock between her lips, spreading her wide with my cock head. Her head arched back and she let out another high-pitched cry. She was tight; tighter than her mother and even though she was wet, it wasn't easy fitting it in there. "Oh god, rip me apart with it, Frank," she cried.

And then I saw Kay coming toward us. She had her sheer, long bathrobe on. From what I could tell, I was pretty sure she was naked under it. I immediately stopped and pulled my cock out of Becca.

She looked alarmingly at me. "What? What are you dong?" She saw that I was looking past her and she turned to see Kay. "Oh god!" she said and covered her face and tried to hide her naked body.

"Surprise," said Kay with a sly smile. "Imagine finding you in such a position, Becca."

"I...I thought you were at work. God, I'm so embarrassed." She shook her head and was on the verge of tears.

"You don't think I know you by now, Becca," Kay said, moving to her side. 

"Please don't tell my mom," she begged. 

"I don't know," Kay said. "Why would I betray my best friend's trust?"

"I know, but you don't want to hurt her either. This would hurt her if she found out what I was doing."

"Nice of you to think of your mother like that," Kay said sarcastically. She looked at me. "What do you think, Frank?"

I threw up my hands. "I think you should leave me out of it."

"Oh no, you are a big part of it," Kay said, winking at me.

"I think there are some secrets better left that way," I said.

Kay smirked. "You just want to fuck her."

"Guilty," I said.

"Well then get back to work then," she said. "Unless, now Becca has had a change of heart. Have you, Becca?"

She shook her head. "No...not at all," she smiled, her trepidation immediately gone.

"I didn't think so," Kay said. "Make some room on that chair." She slid next to Becca and stroked her hair. Becca turned to her as she did. They looked at each other and Kay then untied her robe, opened it, her big breasts jutting toward Becca.

"Oh god, Kay. Those breasts." She stared at them. "I've wanted those breasts all my life practically."

"You did?"

She nodded. "Mine are so small. Yours are big, perfect. I dreamed about having breasts like yours and..."

"What, Becca?"

"To touch yours. To feel them. To..." she looked at Kay, "taste them." And then Becca boldly reached for Kay's breasts, slowly exploring them with her fingers.

"Hmmmm, what do you think you are doing, girl?" Kay asked, her voice low and earthy, Becca's fingers quickly bringing on a reaction. 

Becca grinned impishly and continued to use her fingers on Kay's breasts, teasing her nails over her big nipples. "Want me to stop, Kay?"

"God, you are a little minx," Kay said and then shook her head, sucked in her breath, and continued to stroke Becca's hair. "No, I don't want you to stop."

I knew when my woman was getting aroused and Becca was getting to her. While I watched the slow seduction between the women, I stroked my cock and then rubbed it over Becca's pussy again.. 

Becca moaned as I played my cock over her slit. While I teased her with my cock, she moved her mouth to Kay's breast. Using her tongue she circled Kay's large areola. Kay began to murmur. "Mmmm, that feels so nice, Becca."

I worked my cock into Becca slowly, easing it into her tight pussy. As I did, she moaned into Kay's breasts, her mouth over her nipple, sucking and licking at it madly. 

I pulled Becca's legs high on my chest as I moved my cock in deep and then out. And then in again. Becca moaned louder into Kay's breasts, but never took her mouth from them until she pulled off, cried in that high pitch moan as her pussy quivered on my cock.

"Oh god!" She lay back now, her hand on her forehead. "This is too fucking hot. Having both of you. It's like a dream come true. I came so hard."

Kay moved around Becca. "But it's my turn now, honey," Kay said, getting on her hands and knees in front of me. She took my cock in both her hands and licked it up and down before swallowing it into her mouth. 

Becca moved by Kay's side, watching how vigorously she sucked me while caressing her hair and neck. "God, Kay, I never knew.... You are amazing."

If Kay heard her, she didn't respond, so intent was she on my cock. Becca continued to caress Kay and slowly moved her hands down her back to her big beautiful ass, nibbling and kissing there before slithering under her and snaking her tongue up to Kay's pussy. 

I felt Kay immediately jerk on my cock as she felt Becca's tongue in her and she moaned loudly on it. Keeping a grip on my cock, she pulled off for a moment and looked back and down at Becca. "Yes baby girl. Put your tongue in me," she cried and then went back to work, stroking and sucking my cock.

Becca moved up on Kay, behind her now, her mouth still latched on her pussy while her hands caressed over her ass. And then her lips moved higher and her hands spread Kay's cheeks. Becca moved her mouth from Kay's pussy and quickly buried her face between her cheeks, probing her tongue into her rosebud while rubbing and fingering Kay's pussy. 

Kay reacted wildly to what Becca was doing, thrashing her head back and forth while keeping my cock in her mouth. I gripped her long, thick hair as she moaned loud and long, her body quaking in a hard orgasm. 

Finally Kay let go of my cock. "Mmmmmmmmm gawdddd," she cried, slowly getting off her hands and knees and circling her hands around me, snuggling into me. I pulled her tight to my chest.

Becca got up off the lounge chair and put her hand on Kay's back, smiling at the both of us. Kay turned to smile back at Becca. "And you...come here." Becca moved closer, Kay took her under her chin and her hard on the mouth. "Honey, I never knew you wanted this."

"Like forever," Becca said. "I'd lie in bed and think about you."

"That's so sweet to hear," Kay said and kissed Becca again. And then she turned to me. "But, Frank, you're keeping something from us?"

"Just saving the best, for last." I said with a grin.

Becca moved next to Kay and put her hands on my chest and then down to fondle my still stiff cock. "God, he's so hot, Kay," she said, her eyes on mine with desire.

Kay pushed Becca away. "You think you're getting what he's been saving, young lady?" Kay said to Becca with mock severity.

"Pleaseee" Becca said in a baby doll voice. "Pretty please!"

Kay shook her head. "Not this time, sweetie. He's all mine, but..." Kay stared at the girl, "why don't you lie back down there and let me take care of you."

"Oh, yes please," Becca said, quickly laying back on the chair, spreading her legs and flashing her eyes at Kay.

Kay turned to me. "Ready, mister."

"More than ready," I said, holding my engorged cock in my hand.

With that, Kay bent forward toward Becca and stroked her nails over the girl's nipples and then kissed one, and then the other and then took one of her own big breasts in her hand, bent lower and rubbed her hard nipple around Becca's clit and pussy.

"Oh my god, Kay," Becca bellowed as Kay pressed her breast and nipple into the girl's pussy.

"Like that, honey?" Kay whispered.

"Mmmmm, hmmmm," she cooed and closed her eyes, moving her hips on Kay's breast. 

I was transfixed by what I was watching and Kay had to reach back for my cock to spur me into action. I gripped her by her hips and positioned my cock at her pussy lips where I slowly spread her with my thick cock.

"Mmmm, yes, baby, put it in deep," Kay murmured as she now began to flick her tongue on Becca's clit, igniting those high-pitched yelps. I moved my cock methodically in and out of Kay as she nibbled and sucked, her fingers now inside the young girl.

Becca began to thrash under Kay, gripping at her hair and calling out her name. Kay twisted and curled her fingers in her, continually licking fast at her clit. The intensity between the two prompted me to move faster in Kay, my hands on her ass cheeks, my hips thrusting in and out of her. 

The three of us seemed in unison now. Kay pulled her fingers out of Becca and used them to spread the girl's pink lips, darting her tongue into her deep until her mouth clamped on her pussy. I heard her hum and watched as she shook her head back and forth as she sucked there.

Becca lifted her hips up to meet Kay's tongue onslaught, wrapping her long, swimmer's legs around her, hands covering her eyes, fingers in her mouth, totally lost in what Kay was doing to her. Soon she was panting, scratching at Kay's back, and screaming for more until she clenched Kay's shoulders with her legs, held her tight, and let out a long, loud moan as she came hard on Kay's mouth.

I pounded Kay harder from behind, slamming her to my balls, hearing her muffled responses as she hummed into Becca's pussy. I reached under her and pressed on her clit with the palm of my hand just as I slammed deep into her, holding my cock there as I exploded inside. With that, she lifted her head mouth from Becca's pussy and let out her own high pitched wail. 

After a few moments the only sound heard on Kay's now quiet lawn was our respective heavy panting until Wolf's loud incessant barking broke the silence.

Kay and I couldn't speak, still holding onto each other. Becca, covered in sweat, her eyes glazed from what she just experienced, looked up. "What's got into Wolf," she asked, her voice hoarse from her screams.

Kay looked at me and smiled. We both knew. 

"I guess old Perry came a little late for the show," I said.

"Too bad for Perry," she said. We both laughed and kissed. 

"Did I miss something?" Becca asked, not knowing what we were laughing about.

"Oh no, honey," Kay said, kissing the girl. "You got it all, and then some."

"Mmmm, yes I did," she said, returning the kiss, while I held both girls in my arms.



Kentucky Woman



Taking my cock in my hands again and rubbed it down her belly. With one hand I pushed her legs wide apart. She stared at me in anticipation as I dragged my cock head through her thatch of hair, stopping at her nub, slapping at it. "Oh god...." She moaned again, her head arching back. "Please, Frank. Please fuck me."

I teased my cock over her wet labia. She pushed her hips up, trying to capture my cock with her pussy, but I moved it away. "Please...." She begged. "You're killing me. I need that cock in me."

"You'll get it....when I'm ready," I said, a wicked grin on my face.

"Damn you," she yelled.

With that I pushed my thick head between her lips. 

"Oh yessss," she purred.

I held the head there. She tried to push her hips up on it but I moved it away so just the head stayed in her.

"More...please....more."

I pushed in a few inches and held it there, looking down to see her cunt lips spread wide by my cock. She was panting now and I squeezed three more inches in. Her eyes were closed and she was sucking at her fingers. "You want more, Kay? You want it all?"

"God yessss, Frank! Fuck me with that thick cock. Pleassseee."

I moved my hands, my eyes on hers, seeing her green eyes on fire now. And then I slammed my cock hard into her to my balls, again holding it there as she let out another loud moan. Sliding it out and into her again, I took her legs high to my chest, thrusting hard and deep into her relentlessly as she cried and moaned, shaking uncontrollably, her face blushing deep red as she came again. My cock still in her, I pulled her up to me, kissed her hard, her tongue seeking mine, moaning into my mouth, I squeezed at her rounded ass cheeks, holding her tight as I exploded into her. I heard her sigh loudly as my cum filled her.

Though it was early spring, both of us were covered in sweat. We fell back to the bed, her head on my chest. "You don't know how long I've held that in, Frank," she said, playing with my chest as she talked. "I'm a sexual person who hasn't had sex in so long. It's been so hard. Not being able to unleash my sexual needs. And I couldn't even if I wanted to. Not after Gregory's death. Or even before. I lived for him and then he died." 

She turned her head to look at me. "But then I met you. And I felt it would be alright. That you would understand."

I smiled and stroked her hair and cheek. "I know that, Kay. I saw what you are, when I first met you. Do you think me coming to eat at your table after that horse show was just coincidence?"

"How could you know?" she wondered.

"I'm good at reading people...especially women."

She grinned. "You've had lots of sexual experiences with lots of women haven't you?"

I looked at her. "Does that bother you?"

She shook her head. "We're adults, Frank. And I sensed that about you. Maybe that's why I've opened up to you. Maybe we're kind of an imperfect, perfect match. But I'm not that experienced. I fooled around a lot as a teenager before getting knocked up with Gregory, but since then. I've practically been a nun."

'Are you looking to make up for lost time," I said with a smile.

"Hmmm, maybe. If it's with you." She kissed me again and lay her head on my chest. Soon we were both asleep.

I wasn't sure how long we slept, or if she really slept at all. It was still dark when she woke me with her tongue on my cock. I opened my eyes to see her licking at my semi-erect cock. 

"I'm sorry, Frank," she said. "I...I guess I just want more. Do you mind?"

I grinned again. She took that as a no and continued to lick and suck my cock until it was fully erect and hard. "God such a beautiful cock," she cooed as she worked on it.

I was about to get up when she pushed me back down. "You just lay there for now," she said as she straddled me, holding my cock and guiding it to her pussy. Holding it there she impaled herself on it with a loud grunt. And then started to ride it, her hands raking my chest, mine reaching for her breasts, pulling them to my mouth. She bounced on my cock faster and I knew she was close. I grabbed her and by her hips, lifted her and turned her onto her back, keeping my cock in her.

"Bastard!" she cried as I slammed into her, her legs wrapped around my strong back. Her face flushed again and she moaned loudly as she climaxed. I continued to slam down into her and soon filled her with my hot cum.

When I pulled out of her and fell onto my back again, she climbed between my legs to clean my cock with her tongue and then slid up to my chest. She smiled brightly at me. "You know what, Frank?"

"What?"

She kissed me on the lips playfully and said, "I don't think you'll have to worry about me leaving before these ten days are up." And then she curled into my arms and fell asleep again.