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Ned

By: shiact



Unboarding the plane, I walk through the terminal with sweaty hands and a fluttery stomach. This isn't something I normally do, and it's not like me but I continue to walk behind the throngs of people exiting the plane. I keep my sunglasses on so that I can spot him before he can spot me. That and he wouldn't be able to see how nervous and excited I am to finally meet in person. I do spot him, holding a sign with my name on it, trying to peer over the shoulders of the people in front of him to see if I've exited the plane. I have a funny thought, and decide to walk to the left side, opposite of where he is, and then come up behind him rather than up front. The small trick eases my nerves a bit, and I walk slowly towards him, laughing at how anxious he looks trying to find me. I gingerly tap him softly on the shoulder, so light that I almost wonder if he felt it. But he turns around and realizes I'm right behind him. A big grin lights across his face and I shyly say, "Hi Ned."

I go in for a handshake, but Ned goes straight for a hug. My hand awkwardly hits him in the stomach and he fumbles to shake my hand and leans in for a big hug. I silent mutter "awkward" and he laughs, saying "It's ok" like he read my thoughts. We've talked enough that he can anticipate what I'm thinking or saying and how I'd react to certain situations.

"Let's go pick up your luggage okay?" I nod and he puts his hand on the small of my back as if it's the most natural thing in the world and guides me towards the baggage claim. "What does yours look like?" Ned asks, and I tell him it looks like every other black luggage out there. "Thanks, you're a big help," he smiles again and we look at the incoming carousel of luggage. I finally spot mine and he hoists it off the belt with ease. Ned walks me to his car and asks me, "Are you tired? Do you want to rest first or are you ready to check out my neck of woods?"

"I could use a shower. I've been on the plane for a long time so I feel a bit icky. Do you mind if I take a quick shower first and then we can head out?"

"Sure, no problem. Maybe a hot shower will help calm your nerves a bit." He grins wide at me again, sensing my nervousness the whole time. "I don't bite you know," he adds quickly.

"I know. I'm just nervous is all. You're not even a little?" I ask.

"If I was, I'd never tell you," he says with a chuckle in his throat. "Could you please take off those sunglasses so I can see your eyes? I feel like you're still behind a screen with those on." And he reaches out to take them off my face. As he takes off the glasses, a wisp of hair becomes untucked and blows across my eyes. Ned gingerly tucks the strand of hair back behind my ear. The slight touch of his fingers touching my ears makes my face flush. I can clearly see he's enjoying this as his smile grows even wider.

As we reach the car, he puts my luggage in the trunk and opens the passenger door for me. As the key turns in the ignition, we're hit by a blast of country music. I face him with a mix of disapproval and amusement. 

"What?" he exclaims and turns it louder and starts singing along.

"I can't believe you like that stuff."

"What? I can't hear you. Ol' McGraw here is serenading me with the sweet sound of his guitars."

"I can't believe a guy your age likes this kind of music!" I yell. He can obviously hear me and turns the music down and turns to look at me. "What music should I be listening to then, Miss Anti-America? Your nation is founded on good ol country music, so shouldn't you show a little patriotism? Maybe I should be the American and you should be the ungrateful Brit." He says teasingly.

But Ned promptly shuts off the music and turns his full attention on me. "Okay now that you're successfully made fun of my music, you'll have to entertain me until we get to your hotel." He pats me on the back with assurance.

I know he's putting me on the spot and I open my mouth to say something to retort, but he interrupts me and says "Do I meet all your expectations? Am I everything you thought I would be?"

"I didn't expect you to have such a big mouth."

"The bigger to kiss you with," with a twinkle in his eye as he laughs at his own joke.

I laugh and flush again at the thought. I look away and point at some random building outside my window. "What's that?" I ask.

"A pub and more pubs. But I can't take you there since you don't drink. But maybe I should get you super pissed so you'll tell me all your dirty secret fantasies."

"I have no such fantasies unlike you."

"You have no idea," and he glances at me with the corner of his eye. He finally stops trying to joke and points out more scenic points of Britain to me. I can see him sneak glances at me periodically as he drives and I pretend not to notice.

We finally reach the hotel and he asks, "Are you sure you don't want to stay with me? I can take the couch and you can have my room."

I tell him I don't want to inconvenience him, knowing he has flatmates who might be intent on finding out how we met. "Okay well if you change your mind..." 

"Thanks," I replied, "but I think I'll be ok."

He collects my luggage again and I ask if he needs help, but he shoos me off. "I may not look very strong but I'm very resourceful" and he picks up my luggage with ease and we walk to the front lobby of the hotel to check-in. I walk a couple steps behind him and take a good look, which I hadn't been able to do since I arrived. Being on the leaner side, he had a small frame for a guy, but with an athletic build from all the hiking and sports he played. His normally disheveled brown hair was combed, almost preppily. I hoped he hadn't combed it for my benefit because I preferred his normal tousled hair. I also noticed he was clean shaven today and normally I don't like guys with facial hair but I actually liked him with a little bit of stubble. Without it, it made him look too baby-faced and innocent, when I knew he was full of mischief. 

I check in and we walk up to my room and slide my keycard in. Immediately he puts my luggage down and jumps onto the bed, getting comfortable. I tell him I just want a quick rinse and then I'll be out shortly. He tells me that we're in no rush so I can take my time. 

I jump into the shower and am relieved for some alone time to collect my thoughts. Ned and I had met on Literotica and struck up a bit of a friendship over the years. I was attracted to the sweetness of his stories, which was nice in comparison to all the stories about guys ramming their cocks into girls mouths and spanking them as they came. Despite his jokey demeanor, I knew how much of a softie he could be than he let on. We spent a lot of nights talking about what we liked and wanted in the other sex, and analyzing and dissecting sex. I'm not sure why he chose to talk to me when he had countless of other fans who adored his stories, but maybe because I was still a virgin and he had a soft spot for me. I had had a boyfriend, but I never let it go all the way. I wasn't saving myself for marriage, but I couldn't bring myself to give him all of me. Ned was super patient with all my questions about sex, and even encouraged me, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Maybe it had been the way I'd been raised...that sex was dirty and bad, and for a girl to want it was a whore. I didn't feel like I had a strong libido, but I was interested in learning about sex and how it felt to make love. Even though I never went all the way with my ex-boyfriend, he would still try to pleasure me, but could never bring me to orgasm. I could only reach a climax by myself and I knew it bothered him that he couldn't be the one to make me orgasm. 

Over the years, Ned and I talked about my fears and hesitance towards sex, and he would coax me gently by reenacting one of his stories over voice chat, and encourage me to touch myself until I came. I would close my eyes and just listen to the sound of his lovely, deep British accent, something that turned me on but I had never told him. At the end, he would always ask me softly if I was ok with concern in his voice. I usually told him I was sleepy and he would chuckle quietly and wish me a good night. 

Bringing us to present day, I had enough money saved up to visit England. I had always wanted to visit the place prior to meeting Ned, but now was even a bigger reason to visit. We had exchanged photos and often went on video chat but this would be the first time meeting face to face. I didn't really know where our relationship was going because even though we talked about everything else under the sun, we never discussed us. It's the reason why I was so nervous getting off the plane and meeting him, not knowing how he would be in person, and how the days and nights would progress. Even though we could see each other through chat, there was still a barrier that prevented us from really getting too close but now all of that was out the door. 

Like he had mentioned earlier, the shower did calm my nerves a bit and I convinced myself to just have a good time with him, regardless of what happened. We knew each other well enough that it shouldn't be too awkward in person and he seemed like he wanted to keep the mood light whenever I tensed up.

I toweled off and put on a light yellow sundress with a gray cardigan in case it got chilly. Being a bit of a tomboy, this was very unusual for me to be wearing a dress but I wanted to appear somewhat feminine to him. When I got off the plane, I had been wearing a flannel shirt, making me feel like a lumberjack in his presence. I dried my hair with the blowdryer and gave a quick comb through my hair and exited the bathroom. Ned had been flipping through the channels and as he heard the click of the door, he turned off the TV and looked in my direction. 

"Hi," he said. I said "hey" back. 

"You're right, you are quick. Are you sure you really showered or just pretended? Coz I swear I just turned on the telly just now."

"Yes, I did. My hair's still wet." 

"Ah, the old wet hair trick." And he grins and stares at me. "I thought you never wore dresses...?" 

"I thought I would change it up, being in a foreign country and all." 

"Ah. Well you look nice. Cute, but very demure as expected. I thought I'd never see those legs of yours. For the longest time, I only thought you were a talking head." Referring to our video chats. 

"I know, my legs never see the light of day. I'm almost as pale as a vampire, which means I should fit right in, here in England." 

"Alrite, let's head out, I'm getting a wee bit hungry. How about you?" I agree and we leave the hotel room and get back in his car. He seemed less jokey, and his mood had turned a bit serious. Maybe he had time to reflect too while I was showering. That or he rummaged through my underwear while I was showering, I'd never know, but always a possibility with Ned.

He asked me what I was in the mood for, and I told him to pick since he was the native. So he took me to a local fish and chips place. He wouldn't let me pay for my order because he said I had already spent a lot of money just coming to visit so he said he would take care of everything. I protested but he was firm, and dropped my money in the back of my dress so that I would have a hard time getting it back and by that time, he had paid the bill. 

With something in my stomach, I felt more relaxed and we settled into the usual rhythm of conversation we always had. After we ate, we walked around and he took me to a local pub. I looked at him with hesitance and he smiled his easy grin, and said "Don't you want to get smashed with the likes of these?" motioning to the group of rugby players already drunk off their asses before 9pm. I shook my head no, and he took me into the back of the pub where a couple of foosball tables were set up. Ned saw my face light up, and he challenged me to a game.

"You talk a good game Chang, but let's put your so-called 'skills' to the test." I played often at work and I was known to have a mean curve shot that was hard to defend against. We played best of ten, and it was looking like I was annihilating him. A semi-crowd was gathering to watch me, a petite girl in a sundress beating a guy who was used to competition and sport. People cheered me on and at the end, many slapped Ned on the back telling him "Better luck next time, mate." Though beaten badly, he looked impressed that I had played so well against him. 

"How about we do something not so emasculating?" he teased. 

"What else do you want to do? It's getting kinda late and I'm not sure how much I'd get to see of England in this light."

"Oh I'm sorry, you probably want to rest from your long flight. How about we watch a movie on the telly or something until you fall asleep?" It didn't sound like a bad idea and I was feeling pretty exhausted from sitting so long in an uncomfortable position for so long that I yearned to lay down on a soft bed.

We went back to the hotel and he flipped through the channels to find a movie to watch. 

"Want to watch this?" I could hear the smile forming in his voice and I knew that he had probably chosen something inappropriate.

"What is it?" I grabbed my glasses because it was hard to see in the dim hotel room and because I was nearsighted. 

"Lady Chatterley's Lover with Joely Richardson and Sean Bean. C'mon it's a classic and you know you love Ken Russell." 

"But it's 4 hours long! I thought we were watching a movie, not reading a novel." 

"Let's just watch the sexy parts and skip the rest." He pauses and says softly, "I know it'll make you sleepy." I look at him with uncertainty, but change into my pajamas and get ready for bed. When I come out of the bathroom, he's already on the bed waiting for me to start the film. I sit on the edge of the bed, not even remotely close to where he's laying down. I can feel the bed move, and he takes my hand and pulls me up to the head of the bed.

"Relax, I'm not going to bite. I just want you to relax so you can fall asleep and be rested for tomorrow. But I hope you don't mind if I fall asleep here too. I'm not sure if I'm in any condition to drive back home either." I told him it was fine, and I laid back on my side of the bed.

When it came to the first love scene, I looked over at him to see if he was feeling uncomfortable, but he didn't give any indication. So I turned back to the screen, and he slowly crept his hand over mine and caressed the back of my hand softly, while his eyes were still glued to the movie. I trembled slightly and he must have felt it because he looked over at me and asked, "Are you ok? I didn't mean to startle you. I thought it would help you relax. I'm sorry." And he held his hands up to show me that he wasn't going to touch me. 

"No, it was fine, I just didn't expect it." 

"Are you sure? I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable and more nervous. This vacation should be stress free and I don't want to add to it."

"No really it's fine. If you really want to help me fall asleep, you can rub my forehead. Something about that just relaxes me a lot. Like rubbing all the troubled thoughts in my head away." 

"Ok. Well you'll have to come closer to me so I can angle my hands to your head." I wasn't sure what he meant, so he pulled me towards him and laid my head on his shoulder and one arm wrapped around me, while the other gently caressed my forehead. I let out a small sigh, and he stopped his caress, asking again if I was sure it was fine. I nodded my head and closed my eyes. 

After a little while, I did drift off. Some time later, I felt him gently shaking me awake. 

"Hey, you missed all the good parts and almost made me miss them too with your snoring." 

"What, I snore?" I asked embarrassed. 

"Yeah, just a little. It was a cute little snore. I think you're just really tired. Well, I'll just let you sleep properly." He grabbed a pillow and a blanket and moved towards the floor. 

"Wait, what are you doing?" I asked, still mildly half awake.

"I'm sleeping on the floor." 

"Why? You can just share with me. I fell asleep fine with you sharing the bed. I'm so sleepy that I'll be too tired to be nervous."

"Are you sure? I'd gladly take the floor. I don't mind."

"Yes, I mind. No worries."

"Ok. Do you want to me rub your forehead again?" I mutter "yes please" and he cradles me in the same position again. While he strokes my forehead, my breathing becomes slower and he assumes I've fallen asleep but I'm still half awake. His hand moves down to stroke my cheek and then down to my chin. I breathe a sigh of contentment, and snuggle closer to him. I miss this.

He gently strokes my arm and I can feel him take a sharp intake of breath. He kisses my forehead and nose so imperceptibly soft, I almost don't feel it. He still thinks I'm asleep and he whispers how precious I am to him. I hug him tighter and he stiffens a bit, realizing that maybe I'm not asleep as he thought. 

"Hey," he whispers. "Are you asleep?" In a sleepy voice, I say "nah uh" and laugh a little bit. 

"You trickster. I thought you were asleep." And he tickles my sides, knowing full well how extremely ticklish I am. 

Now I am fully awake and batting his hands away and laughing hard at his tickles I tell him "Nooooo!" Out of breath from laughing, I yell uncle and he catches my hands together and stops. From all the shuffling around, he's now on top of me and staring into my eyes. I can see his brown eyes from the light in the window, and he has such a soft expression to them that it instantly makes me feel weak. He looks at me with those doe-like eyes for a couple seconds before bringing his lips down and kissing me softly. I moan quietly, feeling his lips upon me for the first time and feeling how soft and delicious his lips are. All those nights where he would coax me to an orgasm, I imagined how his lips would feel like on me. I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of his lips kissing me everywhere and I let out a small whimper. 

Ned, still staring at me with his eyes looking like they want to swallow me whole, whispers "Can I kiss you again? Are you ok with this?" I nod my head and smile at him. He kisses my forehead, moves down to my nose, then to my left cheek and then to my right cheek. He moves down to my chin and avoids my mouth, then slowly travels to my neck. He doesn't know how sensitive my neck is but the instant his lips touch my neck, a shiver runs through my whole body. He looks up with concern in his eyes, and I tell him that I'm just super sensitive there. His eyes turn playful and he licks my neck slowly and deliberately. I grow uncomfortably wetter and it causes my hips to buck forward onto his bulging pants. It's his turn to let out a moan and he rubs himself against me, and making me lose any self control I might have had. My breathing grows faster as his lips move further down my chest and he stops above my nipples, which are pointing hard through my shirt. He kisses my right nipple gently through my shirt and it's too much for me. My nipples are usually too sensitive to touch, and I let out a gasp. Ned takes this as positive reinforcement and kisses the other nipple. I whisper that they're too sensitive and so he moves on to slowly kiss my belly. 

His hands are pulling at the waist band of my pajama bottoms and he hesitates by giving me a look to ask if its ok, and I just nod my head. He pulls my pants off and slowly kisses his way up from my ankles to my thighs. I'm sure he can smell my arousal that my underwear is so damp it's clinging to my pussy lips. He takes a deep breath and uses his tongue to lick my pussy over my underwear. I shudder and his tongue pushes harder making me buck against his tongue. My hands are clenched and my eyes are tightly closed that the next thing I hear is him close in my ear, "Do you want me? Tell me how much you want me and I'll make love to every inch of you. Please let me Joon, I've been dying to for years." 


Ned and Jack



"Come Babe, come sweeten me up."

Jed was precise and Jack knew just what he meant.

"You caught me at the right time, Jed .I'm at a loose end and fancy you like hell!

"Do you mean Babe you have actually finished your report before the deadline on your paper?"

"Yep! Good aye?"

"Fantastic, now I can have your real concentration, this morning it felt like I was fucking a lump of liver."

"Jed , that's so crude!"

"Well you know what I mean, your mind wasn't on the job in hand was it!?"

Jack agreed and apologised, said he was just about to make that up to him and settled for a firm grasp of Jed through his brush jeans; "I promise to concentrate now, you feel good."

Jack continued to feel and gently rub Jed up through his jeans. Jed relaxed and stretched our on the settee to enjoy Jacks undivided attention.

Then the patter came. To reflect the mood as Jed was promptly unzipped, jeans removed and boxer shorts too, to reveal all that was Jed, a gorgeous specimen of sheer unadulterated manhood.

"Well there it is, Babe, What you gonna do about it?"

Jed Was prompting his large cock up and back against his navel to show his best profile and Jack wasn't slow in doing that he wanted to do, to take that stiff primed cock deep into his mouth and enjoy the taste of ripe hot cock.

"Mmm!. That is really something, Babe. .So good, so fucking good. Taste my p-hole, the whole works and I will give your ass a fucking you wont know what hit you!"

Jack savoured that, he had gotten accustomed to the lovely feel of Jed's hard cock pushing up inside him and as he sucked he imagined that. Already he felt those certain feelings in his passage like it was craving for the feel of cock inside, but for now he was contented to suck cock and savour the earthiness of ripe pungent cock, cradling and squeezing Jed's ripe hanging balls as well, massaging them to the cum, mouth ready to receive with a very pronounced outstretched tongue, awaiting that special surge as Jed climaxed, hearing his white cum squelch through his p-hole like a proverbial volcano

Stretching and jerking for all he was worth Jack continued to suck cock awaiting his fill - and when soon it came it really did spurt, running down his cheeks. Jack licking and sucking it up to cherish the swallow of hot cum - rolling it around his mouth was good too, Jed wanting to see that, his finger inserting into Jack moth to stretch it wide as he saw the cum surge around inside.

Now he wanted to fuck Jack hard, but not before tasting his well fingered asshole. He knew the drill did Jack, well enough and positioned himself on all fours with some deep cushions under his knees to pronounce the presentation of his gorgeous tight round bum.

Jed was right there, stretching open Jacks cheeks to get the full close- up of brown winking hole, so tempting and wonderful as Jack too his first taste - rimming his tongue around and around to enjoy the full taste of moist asshole which he loved and enjoyed so much, he aimed to get it moistened enough to take his stiff cock complete, teasing and stretching it wider as Jack moaned with delight, he already pleading for Jed to fuck the living daylights our of him.

But first Jed fancied the taste of cock too, he reckoned Jack's had a certain pliability to it that was so good to squash and tease inside his mouth, feeling it pulse and eventually squirt to the rhythm of his mouth fuck supreme.

Now Jack was truly ready for the grand final and moved his buttocks in the most enticing way to temp Jed to make the move he yearned for.

"Come on Jed. Don't keep me waiting any longer, just give me what I want, and you know what that is, lets feel the girth and length of that beautiful primed cock inside me before I go utterly crazy"

Jed - on his knees, stretched his cock, asking Jack is this what he wanted, rubbing its red head against his face, then teasing his ass with its length.

So they were soon fucking like animals, Jack helping jack inside him deeper and deeper as he wiggled his hips and felt the entry stretch him so wonderfully.

"Fuck me, Fuck me he yelled and Jed grunted and moaned as he really let himself loose and gave Jack the fuck he craved for.

Later well fucked the both of them, they simply enjoyed deep kisses , tasting each other on their tongues, the most intimate moments now shared in taste and scent.

It wouldn't be long before they were fucking all over again and that was cool!



Ned & Maddie (Sort Of)



He wasn't sure why he couldn't get her out of his mind, but she was there almost constantly. As he drives across town, he thinks of her as he passes her workplace. He thinks of her as he drives near where they met...only once. It was very public and plutonic. She was charming and beautiful. He felt a little intimidated by both of these attributes. She wasn't dressed in anything special, but he knew she was fit and very sexy and although afraid to think it at the time he wanted to know her better. He fought back thoughts of her sitting in his car, naked, nonchalantly petting her pussy while she chatted with him in a relaxed, casual manner.

As he drove on he got near the highway exit that would take him to her neighborhood. He knew where she lived. He found it on the internet. He felt a little like a stalker, but smiled to himself anyway. He had never been to her place and was curious. He figured he would drive by, just to see where she lived and somehow learn a little about her and perhaps feel closer to her. With a feeling of "what the fuck" on his mind, he steered the car to the exit he needed and with his heart pounding, motored toward her address. 

He found her house with little trouble and parked a few houses down her street. He opened the car door and stepped into the street. Hoping to not appear too conspicuous, he strolled past her place wondering if she was at home. There was no visible indication that she was and he didn't see her car parked anywhere near by. He slowed as he walked by and thought he heard music playing inside as he strolled passed. Anxious to see her, he had the idea to call to see if she would answer. He walked to the corner and punched her number on his cell phone. Just as her machine was about to pick-up the call, he heard her sultry voice say "Hello". 

His breathing was shallow as he spoke with her, asking her what she was doing, and other morsels of general conversation before finally asking her what she was wearing. As she described the little red tank top and see through pink panties, he could feel his cock stirring. He imagined out loud how sexy he bet she looked and how he wished he could see her barely dressed in such a slutty manner. She replied that she wished he could see her dressed that way as well, and added in a soft whisper how much she wished he were there right then to take the flimsy garments off of her. As a truck drove by, she heard it over the phone and asked from where he was calling. The moment had arrived and he quickly took advantage of the opportunity that had presented itself. He told her that he could make that wish come true if she really wanted him to. He told her of his desire to see her and how he had impulsively decided to drive to her place on the chance she would be there and invite him in. As she expressed disbelief in his nearby presence, he assured her it was true. 

As he began walking back down the street towards her door, he told her to walk to her front door. If she really wanted him to see her dressed in the sexy little panties, she could let him in when he arrived on her front porch. As he continued speaking with her, trying to convince her that this was for real, he arrived in front of her house and stepped onto her front porch as he hung up his phone. Through the translucent curtain covering the window, he saw her silhouette looking back at him. As he stood at her door, she made no effort to open it. He rang her doorbell as he hung up his phone. She just stood there looking at him. Her heart was racing, and she wanted to let him in, but she felt as though she couldn't move. Her eyes were locked on each other as he again rang the doorbell but still, she didn't move. His cock was stiffening as they stared at each other. The look in her eyes was telling him she wanted him inside. That she wanted him inside her. He reached down, grabbed the doorknob and as he gave it a twist, the door opened. A slight gasp escaped he as he stepped through her doorway and into her living room. 

He slowly and very deliberately closed the door while telling her how long he has waited to hear that sound: the sound of the door closing behind them, finally alone. He breathing was labored as he stepped towards her and embraced her with a passion she had never felt. She looked up at him but said not a word as he leaned forward and kissed her hard. She responded, placing her hands behind his head and pulled him towards her. His hands roamed over her back and drifted downward inside her little pink panties. His hands first gently ran over, then firmly squeezed her perfect ass cheeks. A little moan escaped from her as his hands traveled further downward reaching her steaming pussy. He slipped a finger inside her and pressed against her, his hard cock pushing against her bare tummy. She whispered "yes" as he inserted a second finger inside and nearly lifted her off of her feet with the force of his deep finger fucking. Suddenly, she began to feel ill at ease as she considered the situation.

As she gently wriggled herself from their passionate embrace, she found herself backing away from him. He took a deep breath and reached out for her but she seemed troubled.

She told him how much she wanted him to fuck her. How she dreamed of feeling his cock deep inside her. How often she thought of sucking his cock and him licking her cunt until she screamed. He knew there was a "but", coming; yet he knew he didn't want to hear it. He had waited so long and wanted her so much. She continued that she was afraid she couldn't say no to anything he might want if they went any further, and as much as she wanted to feel him inside her, she wasn't sure she wanted him to fuck her...yet. Her life at that moment was too complicated to feel secure about it all. Entering into a burning sexual relationship, she perhaps could loose sight of things that were important to her. 

His heart was sinking. His eyes pleaded with her to reconsider. His cock ached for her and as her gaze drifted down towards his bulge, she thought that she might have gone too far already, as far as he was concerned. She took his hand as they walked over to sit on her red sofa. As they sat, holding hands, they talked about their situation. 

He mentioned his joy of all the hours he had spent on the phone with her, fanaticizing about the many ways he wanted to fuck her, lick her, spank her and the power he felt in making her cum over and over and over again. She confessed that she loved the way he made her feel when he talked to her; her hand furiously working over her pussy, vibrator humming, the squeals and moans of the many orgasms he talked her through. She confessed that talking to him just at her bedtime made her so contented and relaxed that she drifted off to sleep dreaming of them getting together. As they looked at each other he surmised that, as much as they talked about, and wanted to fuck each other, he sensed that she was not sure. Her hesitancy may be caused by thoughts of her boyfriend, or his wife. She admitted hesitancy. She did have concerns about her relationship with her boyfriend and her public reputation. Plus, she had an appointment to keep in a little more than an hour. There wouldn't be enough time anyway she kidded. She wanted him so badly. She loved the way he made her feel. It was beginning to seem to him that the afternoon surprise visit to her place wasn't such a good idea after all. 

A sparkle gleamed in her eyes as an idea came to mind. She told him that she might have a solution to their problem and had an idea of something they could do to quench their desire somewhat without jeopardizing their relationship or their relationship with others. As he looked at her with interest he told her to continue. She had his attention. For whatever reason the timing just didn't feel right to her just yet, but she had always had a fantasy of having sex, without really having sex. It is a way to be intimate and nasty, with less emotional baggage. She explained that she still really wanted to fuck him, but for now, they should help each other get off, just like they did over the phone. He could talk to her and help her make herself cum and she could do the same for him. But instead of simply listening, he could watch her finger fuck herself while she watched him jack off. It would satisfy their curiosity and lust, and although it would result in releasing her inner slut, it still, technically, would not be cheating.

He thought about it for about two seconds. He, of course, loved the idea! He began visualizing her pert little breasts, shapely legs, perfect ass and cleanly shaven pussy, naked on the sofa, exposing and expressing herself for him in the most glorious way. His cock, which had, began to sadly loose interest, suddenly sprang life again. She noticed this and joked that she could see that her idea was definitely growing on him. With that, she asked him if he liked what she was wearing. That was the only hint he needed.

She began to stroke her breasts through her little red top. He walked over and pushed the ottoman in front of the sofa, directly in front of her and began telling her how beautiful she was, and how sexy she looked. After several moments of listening to him, she slowly slid her little pink panties down her legs and daintily kicked them off her right foot onto the floor in front of him. As he spoke to her, she opened he legs wider, exposing herself in a most vulgar and slutty way. Completely aroused, she asked him in her wispy voice if her liked watching her fuck herself and he, of course confessed that he did. He loved it as much as she loved doing it. Over her rapid breathing, he could hear the sounds of her wetness as her hand ran circles around her swollen pink lips. He grabbed her legs and placed them upon his shoulders for a closer look. He inhaled her fragrance and looked at her glistening folds and the deep red color of her flesh further inside. He massaged her feet, legs and thighs, as he talked dirty to her. She began to moan as the first wave of orgasm began to sweep over her. She softly called his name and announced she was cumming already. She shook and quivered and thrashed her head back and forth as she continued to briskly finger her clit. As the first orgasm subsided, she slowed her pace and looked at him dreamily and told him how wonderful she felt. Sitting up, she removed her little top exposing the cutest set of tits he could imagine with perky nipples pointing upward toward the ceiling. She leaned forward and began undoing his belt explaining that she didn't intend to continue the performance without him. 

Lowering his pants to the floor, she grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. It sent shivers down his spine. He grasp was gentile and her hand was soft. He asked if she was changing the "do it yourself rule" and she replied teasingly that she was just showing him how it's done. She gave his stiff cock a few more tantalizing strokes and asked if she could get him some lotion? He reached forward and placed his fingers into her wetness. Telling her that her juice was all he needed, he smeared her sweet-scented fluids on his shaft and began a slow, steady hammering of his dick. He finished undressing as she told him how beautiful his cock looked and how excited it was making her just thinking about watching him jack off. She leaned back and resumed frigging her throbbing clit with her brightly enameled red nailed fingers. She watched him intently, studying his hand movements and noting the way he was stroking himself to give himself pleasure. This would help her in the future she was sure. They looked into each other's eyes and told each other how truly hot they looked as they fucked themselves with their hands. 

There seemed to be a special nastiness associated with this circle-jerk sexcapaid. It was sexier and somehow felt more intimate than either had expected. The site of this beautiful, naked woman lying in front of him, legs spread wide, performing the most intimate act of self love before his eyes had his cock throbbing and his sexual senses stirred. She asked him to tell her how he would fuck her. His descriptions took on the flavor of the phone sex conversations he had with her dozens of times. As he spoke, she purred and pulled her knees up tightly into her chest like she was if she was about to get fucked. Wrapping her arms underneath her legs she spread he pussy wide apart giving him an even more deliciously obscene view of her bare pussy and ass. He wondered at how nasty this demure little beauty was. Her slutty actions were bringing him closer and closer much sooner that he had wanted. He knew he must slow his tempo or he would be getting to the finish line almost before he could get started. 

Trying to slow his pace, he picked up her discarded panties lying at his feet and brought them to his face. He inhaled deeply and thought of how she might taste. Seeing this she began cumming again, calling his name and in a breathlessly whisper, saying how wonderfully slutty he made her feel. Her legs were shaking as she closed her eyes tightly and shook her head back and forth. As this second orgasm subsided, she began urging him on telling him how she would like to have him fuck her face. That she was his little cum slut and wanted him to treat her like one. She described in detail how she would hold it in her tiny hand, lick up and down it's length, cupping and licking has balls, wishing he would grab her hair and force his cock deep down her throat. He warned her that she was bringing him to a peak too soon, but she continued to urge him on. She wanted him to cum quickly, wanted to see his cum shoot from his cock, dripping down his fist. She asked him to think of her with his cock deep down her throat, gagging her as he held her head in his hands as he pounded her face with his dick. 

He was beating off faster, knowing that he was approaching the point of no return. She stood up and straddled him as he sat on the ottoman. She spread her cunt wide for him just inches from his eyes. Dipping her fingers deep inside her cunt, she removed them and dramatically, sucked the juice clean. He sucked in his breath and told her how deliciously slutty that was. His reward for the sweet complement was a second dip inside her cut. This time however, she offered her fingers to him. Watching his face and the look in his eyes, she could see that he was getting close to blowing his load. She told him she loved watching him jack-off for her and how dirty it was, sexy it looked and how fucking hot it made her. She asked him to give her a pearl necklace: wanted to feel his cum splattering on her face, neck and tits. She pleaded with him to look at her wide-open cunt dripping and to shove her back onto the sofa when he was ready to cum.

This was all he needed as he leaned forward with one hand on his throbbing cock, he placed the other on her tits and pushed her backward and quickly straddled her. 

Her glassy eyes were open wide, gazing intently as he wildly pumped his cock with his fist. While she pinched a nipple her briskly moving hand matched his stroke for stroke. His balls tightened as he told her that he was nearly ready to pump his cum all over her slutty little body. As he reached the point of no return, she spit in her hand as she reached out and cupped and gently massaged his balls. Her voice was quivering as she eagerly urged him to climax and pleaded with him to blast his cum at her face. As he felt the first shot about to happen he growled deeply repeating her name. His first spurt of white fluid landed on her cheek almost hitting her in a wide-open eye. The second string landed on her chin and the third, high up on her chest, just at the point where the downward slope of her right breast began. The sight of him shooting his cum on her and the hot feel of it hitting her face sent her over the edge again. Her hand and fiery red nails again a blur of motion, she began thrashing around on the sofa, her legs clamped tightly together as she climaxed for a third time. She called out his name and as they looked directly into each other's eyes, finished together. As he sat on her reclined lap, the remainder of his load dripping from his clenched fist onto her firm, sexy tummy, he leaned forward and lightly collapsed on top of her. It was an effort to catch his breath and regain his composure. His orgasm with her was so fierce; he felt as though every ounce of strength in his body had been drained. As he lay there, he wondered what it would be like to actually fuck this woman! 

They lay together for several moments, sweating and panting from their sexual game of one-on-one. After a few sedate moments, he lifted his weight off of her. Her hand still slowly making little circles around her clit and there was no doubt in his mind that she would be getting herself off again. There was an indescribable look on her face: A combination of dreamy and intense. She reached up and swiped a finger across her cheek gathering his cum and wiping it across her lips then licked it slowly. She made a sound of enjoyment as she swished it in her mouth and swallowed then licked her fingers. 

They sat together on the sofa basking in the glow of orgasm and sharing their thoughts for a few minutes about the experience they had just enjoyed, each describing how their sexy masturbatory encounter was special for them in different ways. She admitted that she thought of this masturbation scheme early on and sort of planned this encounter from the beginning of their limited discrete affair. Watching a man so unabashedly jacking off right in front of her, for her, was a pleasure she had never experienced and that the scene she had just witnessed was one of her favorite masturbatory fantasies. She appreciated how open and comfortable he seemed doing something generally thought of, by men especially, so private and personal. He appreciated watching her act so slutty and uninhibited for him and he just enjoyed watching her, naked and open, pleasuring herself by his words and touches, in such an intimate way. They each pledged that there must be an encore, but maybe next time, toys might be allowed.

She reached down and picking up her little pink panties began wiping his cum from his cock and hand. When she finished, he told her to not clean his cum off her tits as he wanted her to feel his dried cum as she moved about her business for the rest of the afternoon. As he gazed upon the glowing spent beauty, he dressed and watched her continue to tickle her pussy there in front of him. He teased that he could get her to cum once more before he left and she breathlessly asked him to please do. He told her to stand as he sat on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap and leaned her back towards him. He whispered in her ear softly as he began telling her what he would do next time they were together: Sitting in a café in a corner booth, enjoying each other under the table. He would make her slip off her panties and hand them to him as they discreetly fondled each other in a public setting. She was squirming against him on the sofa as he kissed and licked her ears and neck. Listening to his words, he told her how he would slide his hands slowly up her thighs and drag his nails across her sensitive flesh towards her beautifully bald cunt. She wiggled her ass into his lap and could feel his stiff cock between her ass cheeks. He reached around and massaged her tits as he licked and nibbled her neck. He painted a verbal picture of them in the booth, her skirt hiked up, legs spread wide, her juice soaking the seat, the patrons becoming curious. As he told her how he would reach down and place clothespins on her cunt lips, he squeezed her tightly to restrain her movements. Feeling a sense of a bondage-like confinement, and visualizing the scene in the café, she began to tremble. He pulled her hair as his tongue grazed her ear. She exploded in his arms as he continued to hold her tightly. She was stifling her screams of ecstasy as her pussy gushed and wave after wave of orgasm washed over her again. He relaxed his hold on her as she slowly regained her poise.




Ned & Maddie (Sort Of)



He held her close for a few moments as she recovered from her fourth orgasm of the afternoon. It pained him to remind her of her appointment. As she realized the time, she quickly picked herself from his lap a little unsteady. She looked at the wet spot she left on his pants and giggled.

Hesitant to say the words, she told him he had to leave. She needed to get cleaned up before she could go out. They walked each other to the door, him dressed, her totally and beautifully naked. They kissed each other long and hard, his hands still unable to get enough of her. 

As he opened the door to let himself out, her watched her naked ass as she dashed up her stairway. He reminded her that she had to leave his dried cum on her tits as she turned back and smiled at him. He shut her door behind him and stepped off her porch. He was smiling too.



Ned McGee



CHAPTER 1

Recently widowed Kate King wandered through the market and unwittingly became separated from her guided tour party of twenty-four and only when she came to the last stalls and saw the edge of the jungle did she appreciate she was adrift.

God, how stupid.

Kate had not idea where she was, spotted a cab and grabbed it.

The cabbie couldn't understand English apart from yes and no and dollar and seemed confused which word to use. But he understood when she checked her watch in panic and said, "Ship."

He nodded and blasting on the horn sent people ducking.

"Much yes no?"

Kate assumed that meant she would have to pay much dollars and accepted that and tried "Si."

The guy drove like an idiot for fifteen minutes whereas Kate thought a slow 10-minute ride would have brought them to the port.

Finally the guy stopped the vehicle. Wiping away sweat and drinking from a bottle that looked suspiciously like whiskey he pointed expansively and said, "Ship."

Kate looked at a bunch of motley sheep and groaned "Omigod."

They arrived back at the port ten minutes after the cruise ship had cleared the port.

Kate paid off her repulsive cabbie and hurried to the office of the cruise line and a haughty woman behind the counter said, "Ah our lost passenger. You're in big trouble if the authorities find you because you'll be declared an illegal over-stayer."

"Well don't stand there. Get me out of here."

"Mr Thomas," yelled the bitch.

A sweating manager in a soiled white suit came out and said, "Ah our delinquent Mrs King."

Kate poised, ready to hurl abuse but she thought pull in your horns woman.

"Please get me out of here."

Mr Thomas said he'd do his best. The only guy capable of driving her across the island to the capital in one and a half days before the cruise ship left Port Somerset would be Ned McGee. It was the rainy season and the rutted highway was near impossible to negotiate by anyone but Ned was the exception because when the route became tough Wally got going knowing he could charge a big premium.

"Then please call Mr McGee and tell him he's hired."

"He got drunk at lunch today and will be asleep."

"Mr Thomas," Kate began icily and Mr Thomas was well aware what that tone meant when coming from a woman.

"I'll see what I can do."

Kate could see through the glass Mr Thomas was on the phone, wiping away sweat and gesticulating. Mr Thomas finally smiled hugely and put the phone down and dabbed water on to his face and toweled his face dry before re-emerging.

Smiling he said, "My dear Mrs King, all arranged. One thousand American dollars is the price and our hard-ass Mr McGee said if you don't wish to pay that then go to jail."

Kate said icily, "Tell the insensitive jerk I agree but won't pay him a cent of it unless he gets me aboard that ship."

"I anticipated that response and told him just that."

"And he accepted that?"

"Well he did say if you don't pay he'll stick a knife in you but he'll get you there, never fear."

Kate wondered why Mr Thomas looked doubtful.

Looking at Kate's sundress and sandals, Mr Thomas said she should rush out and buy jungle clothing.

She returned fifteen minutes later dressed in a khaki shirt and skirt, boots and a floppy hat as recommended by the saleswoman.

Outside the agent's offices was a dilapidated Land Rover.

Mr Thomas came out and looked at her approvingly but the tall sandy-haired guy in shorts and a mesh singlet (vest-like undershirt) grinned at her and said in an Australian drawl, "Mrs Livingston from darkest African I presume?"

"I'm Mrs King but you may call me Kate Mr McGee."

"Okay Kate but only if you call me Ned."

"Get me to my cruise ship Ned and I'll call you anything, even darling."

He grinned.

"We need to get you some supplies. We can probably get four hours in before dark and will camp on the road. You'll need bedding, a mosquito net, tooth brush, bottled water, change of underwear, toilet tissues, make-up, food and anything else I can think of for your creature comfort."

"I take it that expense is not included in the one thousand dollars."

"You have to be kidding."

"Right here's two hundred bucks. Buy and load what I need and please return any change."

They set off and Ned asked, "Comfortable?"

"Barely but it has to do. Why don't you have more comfortable and luxurious Range Rover?"

"Lady this TD5 Defender is an indefatigable vehicle, built like a tractor and will get us through to Port Somerset in current conditions when I can say with absolutely certainty no other FWD model would achieve that including your fancy Rover model."

"Well I guess that convinces me. Will you cut my throat and take all my money if we fail to get to the dock in time?"

"I doubt it."

"So you promise to be lovely to me?"

"Yes."

"Thank god I can relax now."

He grinned and said, "You didn't ask if I lie?"

Kate managed something that sounded like a laugh.

During the exchange of pleasantries they established she was forty-one and her second husband had died three months ago. Australian-born Ned was thirty-five and had never married although at least three women who'd lived with him had been under the impression they were married to him.

Kate said she doubted that claim.

"Not all women have your intelligence Kate and after a couple of days on the booze with me and they wake up in a hotel suite and hotel staff tell them it's the honeymoon suite they can assume they got married."

"Omigod what attracts you to women like that?"

"I'm slowing down now but it always was tits and pussy."

"Oh god," Kate laughed. "That sounds so gross but I admit coming from you sounds like a straightforward confession."

"What about you Kate, do you like sex?"

"Yes I was big into it at college and that established my high regard for it as a recreational activity. My first husband was a glutton for it and when I found I was sharing him with two of my girlfriends I ended the marriage, I married Arnold for money and prestige and despite being much older than me he turned out to be a delightful lover. He was a friend of my father's and died two months ago from a sudden heart attack when at a health clinic waiting to be called in for his annual health check-up."

"How sad."

"Yes and I grieved and missed him but am getting over it. This cruise was my first time away from home since Arnold died. I have one married daughter who is twenty-one and another daughter who is at college freshman from my first marriage and Arnold never had children. His brother and sister challenged the will in court hoping to get much larger slices but they failed as my attorney said they would."

"That was a shame they contested," Ned said. "Well here we are leaving the sealed road. As we climb we get into the real rain belt. Don't be afraid if we lurch heavily and even get bogged. We have winches to pull us out and it's just normal conditions for this time of year. We won't attempt to drive beyond nightfall but will be underway again at 5:00. Do you want to sleep inside with me or outside? I can rig a small tent for you."

"Is it safe outside?"

"Yeah no predators but there could be a problem with spiders but the tent is snake proof."

"Oh inside will be fine. I hope you're not expecting sex?"

"Nah of course not. We'll only have sex if you make that decision."

Kate made no comment. She did however think Ned's dick was the more acceptable alternative to big spiders, whether or not they were poisonous.

They only mired the once and Ned managed to back up a bit and then lunge forward and that freed them.

"Well there's your toilet," he said, waving a hand when they stopped on flat ground. He promised her no other vehicle would be coming through.

"Where?"

"Anywhere you like. I suggest you squat in front of the vehicle while I prepared our dinner at the back.

"Oh god."

"Makes you regret missing the boat doesn't it?"

"Yeah right. Hand me the toilet tissues."

"It's a roll. Don't drop it because it's the only one we have."

"Oh god."

They settled for the night side-by-side on a piece of thick rubber under separate sheets. Ned was just in his briefs and Kate was in bra and panties.

Kate had been asleep perhaps for an hour when she rolled up against him and that awoke her. She heard him say, "Are you sure?"

To hell with it. She'd been without sex for a couple of months.

Kate flicked on the torch he'd given her and said she'd get a condom from her handbag.

He didn't ask why was she carrying them. Instead he said, "It's okay I have one here. I didn't think you'd be able to resist me being the kind of fellow I am."

"What sexy for your age?"

"That's one way of describing it I suppose. Get your bra off. Um please."

"Certainly. I'd like to be really satisfied Ned. It's been quite sometime for me. When was the last time for you?"

"Lunch time today."

"Omigod," she giggled.

Kate's head went almost into a spin when she felt the size of his dick. She practically panted thinking of that big piece pushing her lips apart. She pushed his head harder against her right breast and yelped as he bit a nipple, although not too roughly.

Ned lifted up and they kissed and gradually increased their passion as they tongued. His chest was pretty smooth and she loved rubbing her hand across it and banging against his nipples that were up.

She broke away and pulled off her panties and invited him to push into her.

"Position on your side and hold your upper leg up high."

As he removed his briefs she fingered herself to get wet and he must have heard the squelching because he said, "Give me that finger to suck."

She pushed that finger into his mouth and didn't mind having been found out because with sex it was stupid to be secretive and so she said, "I often masturbate."

"Me too. We probably have other things in common, some not even relating to sex."

Kate though that was a solid statement.

Ned thrust into her strongly and she pushed back and they both climaxed, he just seconds after her, and Kate slipped off to sleep drained and content she'd received exactly what she'd had been after. It had been better than expected. Because it was so warm they parted to sleep. Alas there was no encore in the morning. Ned was moving about outside making coffee when she awoke and stretched and called hi.

"Hi. Please get ready. I'd like to get off within fifteen minutes; dawn is breaking."

"Right I'll just bath in that small stream we went through last night."

"Kate believe me, you won't want to be told of the bugs and after nasties that lurk in that water. Use bottled water to wash but do that out of my sight because I have no wish to be diverted."

She thought ooh, a compliment, um more or less.

As they had coffee and bread rolls stuffed with cold meat she said hopefully, "How was I at sex?"

"Baby you were a little ripper and that's no lie."

He grinned looked at her blushing and smiling at him gooey-eyed.

Kate was exhausted when they arrived at Port Somerset just before 2:30 that afternoon, two hours before the ship sailed. The last hour had been great, back on a sealed road. They had gone through farmland raising goats and cattle, making Kate aware that the alleged 'ship' the cab driver had shown her the previous day had been goats and not sheep. 

The farmland had then changed into coffee plantations and then as the land flattened they went through banana plantations. It was so delightful after the grueling journey of more than eight hours traversing mountain ranges and winching the vehicle out of the grip of deep mud and climbing agonizingly slowly over two hillside slips, one that was still moving and edging them towards a 400 ft drop off the side of the roadway underneath the spread of slush and uprooted vegetation and boulders. At least Ned had said it was a 400-foot drop. She couldn't bear to look.

They stopped at guarded gates to the dock.

"Rather than argue who you are, relying on your passport to convince the guards and officials, wait here until you can join some of your fellow passengers arriving back from Chang Beach of the 700-ft falls and Urella."

"What a sound idea. What will you do when I go?"

"Start back immediately. We have another cruise ship arriving on Sunday and I manage the pre-ordered ship's provisions for the English Tea Trading Company, all that's left of a British tea growing enterprise that failed in the late 1950s. Those intrepid families came around by ship to this more favorable side of the island and having had their fingers burnt once were more successfully establishing coffee and banana trading."

"Oh god you poor guy, having to return over that route."

"A ferry connects the two ports twice a month but I can't wait for that to take me and Milly back."

"Milly is that you call your Defender?"

"Yeah a woman called Milly Isle sold it to me when I arrived here from Cairns, Australia. "I know a good vehicle when I see one. There are only fifty-three vehicles on the island but Milly is just the best."

"Look here's the one thousand and I'll give you a tip of another thousand."

"No thanks, the deal was one thousand."

The tone used to say that was easy but gave Kate the distinct impression there was no way she could make him accept a tip.

"Look you have been great to me, magnificent really. He's my card. I live in Los Angeles and here's my gift of 500 dollars for you to come to LA and stay with me for as long as you wish."

"Fair dinkum?"

"Er yes."

"Well I don't know but I've always wanted to visit the US."

"Ned you pulled me out of the crap, a really big rescue. Please allow me to show my gratitude by giving you incentive to visit America."

"Okay so when does the offer expire?"

"Never," Kate laughed, watching with huge relief a tourist bus arrive and stop just in front of them.

Ned said he needed a deadline otherwise he'd keep putting off going to LA.

"Twelve months from today."

"Then you're on baby. Give me a big fat kiss now. You won't want your fellow passengers to see you've been shagging a local guy."

"Oh I think I could reveal that with pride Ned my hero."

Some of the gathered passengers recognized Kate and then out of nowhere her tour guide appeared and was hugely excited, crying in relief and saying never in twelve years as a guide had she lost a client.

"What I can't understand is how have you managed to get here," Nora said.

"I came across the island in that vehicle," Kate said, pointing to the disappearing battered blue box-shaped vehicle.

"God it looks unlikely to go beyond this flat sealed road."

The bus driver who'd been listening to the conversation said, "Ma'am that's Ned McGee who's a legend on this island for his hard-drinking and womanizing and brilliant rendition of Aussie bush poetry when he's drunk. He's also the only person who can get across this island during the Big Wet as he calls it but we know it as the rainy season. That Defender with Ned at the wheel can go places where only wild goats can negotiate. Once during a monsoon he came across here with a guy and his wife who was expected to have problems delivering her baby. It took them three days to get through and the woman was in labor when they arrived."

Two female passengers listening in awe asked what was a Defender and how much did the baby weigh. 

Kate looked in the direction when the Defender had disappeared round a bend and whispered, "Safe journey home my hero."

CHAPTER 2

Four months later Kate was fiddling in the garden when she took a call.

"Hi baby, it's Ned. I'm at LA airport."

Kate recognized his drawl immediately. "Omigod Ned McGee."

"That's the one."

"I'm on the way. Stay there."

"Where. This airport is a big place."

Kate told him to look around and name a place where he could have coffee.

"Right stay there. I know it."

"In case you don't recognize me I'm wearing a black Acubra."

"What's that?"

"A hat like a Stetson except mine's Aussie made, probably out of a Roo skin."

Kate was appalled; fancy skinning a darling kangaroo to make hats.

"You know it could even be a croc skin. You know, a saltwater crocodile."

Kate felt much better although she didn't know whether to believe him. She offered, "Or perhaps a ship skin?"

He asked what and then laughed when remembering her story about the cabbie taking her to see 'ship' or rather sheep that turned out to be goats.

Kate touched her newly braided auburn hair in delight thinking Ned would think she was modern. She showered quickly and changed into her red cut-offs, high-heeled sandals and cream satin shirt over a tight bra, quickly applied make-up and was off, choosing to impress him by taking the rebuilt 1963 all-white Cadillac Eldorado.

At the airport she couldn't see Ned as she approached the café but a group of four flight attendants suggested they would be hovering over Ned.

She was correct guessing that and looking at Kate approvingly the women left, cooing goodbye Ned.

"God you look a million bucks, straight out of Hollywood," he charmed and she giggled and said she'd left Hollywood when she married for the first time.

"We you a star?"

She giggled and said no, she'd been part of the support crew around two screenwriters.

They kissed softly and both kept their eyes open and the magic remained until the asshole said, "Nice tits."

Kate sighed and he apologized.

She sighed and said she ought to be thrilled someone had noticed.

"But you are outstanding."

"Darling think of this as young babe territory."

"Darling? Are you not living with a guy?"

"Nope I've been waiting for you."

"Jesus."

What a beautiful use of that word, Kate thought, basking in such explicit praise.

She called the valet guy to bring her vehicle to the exit.

"Did you come by a twin electric motor city car or merely a hybrid?"

"I think you won't be one of the few people who would exclaim 'Dinosaur' when taking one look at my choice of vehicle today."

Ned had arrived with only a backpack so they went out and she pointed to the arriving convertible with the top down.

Ned said instantly, "Oh boy, Cadillac Eldorado, early sixties."

"Correct," she said. "It's a re-engined '63 model upgraded to high specs. Arnold my late husband loved cars."

"I love Arnold," Ned grinned. "Keys please."

"Ned are you sure? We drive on the opposite side of the highway to what you're used to."

"So?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes as sure as I know you're not a virgin."

Kate snickered, tossed him the keys and only then wondered what kind of answer was that.

"God this is wide," he said, getting behind the wheel. "It's wider than that butt of a mama lead gospel signer from Tennessee."

Although laughing, Kate smacked his hand and told him to stop being so rude. She then gave him directions to her new home in Redona Beach, three blocks back from the beach. She'd purchased a house with large pool and palm trees built seven years ago on the site of two demolished homes and had taken possession only three weeks before she went on the cruise around islands of the South Pacific.

Several people waved as they went by.

Ned said, "Why are they waving? Are you that famous."

"Oh it's not that," Kate said. "Californians still love their cars and many were brought up on the so-called 'American Dream' their parents and grandparents talk about with great fondness when from the mid-1950s it became an ambition of people to own their own home, rather than rent, and to own an automobile, the longer the better."

"Some dream that not so many people would have obtained."

"But that's just it Ned and what is so precious about a dream. You can dream without having to ultimately own it."

"What did you study at college?"

"English."




Ned McGee



"Like books from ages ago and what makes poetry tick and all that stuff?"

"Oh indeed and what a refreshing way of explaining it."

"Well you're too brainy for me Kate. I reckon I've caught the wrong train."

"Nonsense Ned. You fascinate me is so many ways like you knew instantly this was a Cadillac and you knew the model and were almost spot on with the year. I bet none of my professors would know things like that."

"You might be surprised. Some guys know all kinds of stuff."

"Yes I suppose you are right. We take a left here. Remember to turn on to the right side of the road."

"Left?"

"No right. Oh god Ned."

"It's okay. I was just testing if you had your mind on the job."

Ned said he liked the style of the house and boggled when he saw the other three cars in the garage, a new Lexus saloon, 2006 Porsche Boxster 987 that had been Arnold's business car and a near-new Range Rover.

"The Porsche is yours to use for as long as you stay with me," Kate said.

Ned practically panted and said, "Oh thanks. Um is there a bike?"

"Yes and His and Hers in the storeroom. I cycle for fitness."

"Me too."

Kate showed him through the house and said he could sleep with her if her wished.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes and I'll be a bit miffed if you decide to sleep elsewhere."

"I like being told that Kate. Tell it to me straight and I know where I stand. Some women find it hard to do that.

Kate said, "I'll really work on that to get it right for you Ned."

She asked what did he wish to do. He'd had a 12-hour flight so she wouldn't mind if he wished to sleep.

"No. What I'd really like is a juice and then the invitation to lick your body."

"Oh god, it's only mid morning."

"Okay if that's..."

"No go out to the pool and I'll get the juice. It's reasonably private and I swim naked and it's very private on the recliners under the gazebo." 

Ned stripped and jumped into the pool and swam a few lengths before Kate arrived poolside with his juice. She bent down to hand it to him and he stood and looked down into her sundress.

"I can see tits."

Kate said nervously, "Lucky boy."

"Get you gear off and get in here with me."

She did that and hugged him, saying she was a little embarrassed because her breasts had began to droop a bit.

"Only big breasts droop. I love biggish breasts."

That made Kate better and she began to work up his erection.

"Changed you mind eh?"

"Yes," she said staring at him. "I no longer feel nervous and am getting used to the rough way you speak to a woman."

"With me what you see and hear is what you get."

"I rather gather that. Push it into me now."

"What in the water and with no foreplay?"

"Yes. I desire to be fucked you hard-nosed Aussie. You were the last guy I had."

"Gee then you've had a bit of a drought. Um a rubber?"

"No I'll take the rise if you a confident you are clean."

"I am baby."

Ned lifted her until she was resting on her upper arms over the pool coping and her legs were floating.

"I love watching a dick pushing in," she confided.

"Me too. A cunt taking a dick really does something to me. I guess that has something to do with the process of procreation."

"God that's deep Ned."

"I'm only about an inch in."

"No I meant the way in which you just expressed yourself."

Ned laughed and said, "I like you baby. You talk decent stuff rather than just twitter."

"Thank you Ned. Oooh, there is goes."

Ned began banging and panting he asked, "Are the discharges okay in the pool?"

"Yes Ned. You little bit and my little bit will be diluted to approximately 35,000 gallons of chemically treated water."

"Oh yeah. Even if I could pump in a gallon of semen it would be just a drop in the bucket."

"I'm not sure I'd like a bucket of cum up me Ned."

Ned bellowed in laughter and then cried "Shit" and ejaculated.

He got going again and time shot his next load only when Kate's eyes rolled up, her face turned purple and she screamed.

"Oh god, the neighbors," she panted.

"The women will calm things down in their houses. They'll know what that kind of scream equates to."

"Oooh you are so knowledgeable Ned."

"Kate are you okay?" called a women's voice from behind the high fence.

"Yes thanks Mrs Rice. I've just been... oh god... um you know."

Kate whispered to Ned Mrs Rice was in her mid-sixties.

"But it's only just gone 11:00."

"My houseguest is Australian Mrs Rice."

"Oh that explains it. Time difference. They're ahead of us aren't they?"

"Yes by almost fifteen hours I think but we didn't get round to discussing that."

"Well I don't blame you Kate. Oh don't adjust your time to his and then you'll have fun at least twice daily."

"That's good advice, thank you Mrs Rice. Bye."

* * *

As with many relationships without strong anchor points apart from sex, the cracks of this relationship began to show.

The first thing Ned noticed was Kate resumed going out with her girlfriends and they gradually received priority over him.

Kate noticed that Ned would continue reading the newspaper when she came into the room unless she spoke to him.

Ned later noticed Kate had twice recently yawned and said would he mind if they didn't have sex that evening and yet he calculated she was midway between her monthly.

She was miffed on another occasion when she bit his cock and he said, "Don't do that, it irritates me."

"But you used to like me being playful like that."

"Well that was then; this is now."

Huh?

Then they had a couple of rows. The first was over in fifteen minutes but the second left Kate in a mood all day and she slept in another bedroom that night.

Ned awoke refreshed and went into where Kate was and banged her until she was flopping like jelly and almost unable to talk. She slept till almost 3:00 and then took him out to a bar and they went to dinner drunk and came home and she passed out on the lounge floor. Ned carried her to bed and he went to sleep watching TV and awoke in the morning delighted to find that same football game being repeated and so he ended up seeing the full game.

If they knew their liaison was coming to an end they avoided speaking about it.

One evening Kate's parents called her from their ranch in Arizona to complain they hadn't seen her since the funeral.

"We don't like the big city," said her mom.

"Well I don't any longer like the wide open space of much of Arizona."

"You father's broken a toe and I'm tired of having to drive him everywhere."

"Do you want a relief driver?"

"But you don't like being here?"

Kate said excitedly, 'But I have a guy staying here with me who'll think he's back in heaven being in wide-open space. He's acting cooped up here."

"What are you doing with a man in your house?"

"He's here for the sex mom."

"Christ don't let your father hear you talking like that. Who is he?"

"That Australian hero I told you about who drove me across 110 miles of very rugged terrain to allow me to rejoin my cruise ship."

"Oh that guy. Get him down here baby."

"I'll call him mom. You say hello and then invite him down to help out. He won't refuse because Ned is a hero."

"Ned eh? He sounds um appealing."

Two mornings later Kate handed Ned five thousand bucks over his protests and he was told to shut up, she could afford it. He drove off in the Range Rover, waving. Kate staggered back to bed because the oaf that morning had fucked her almost legless.

The drive gave Ned a good look of a dry part of America and he stayed the night at Phoenix. Not caring much for big cities left early and went through Tucson and at Benson turned off Interstate 10 on to State Route 80 and followed Kate's hand-drawn map to find the ranch, by then aware he was not too far from the Mexico border.

Kate King's mom Beryl Hayes rushed out to greet him, her husband Sam hobbling after her.

"Oh darling, you're my first Australian visitor ever," Beryl said, kissing him warmly and whispering, "God you're all man."

Ned opened the rear door and pulled out a big container of fresh greens and a big box of chocolates.

"With my compliments ma'am. I thought you might be isolated out here."

"We are indeed son," said Sam who held out a hand to be shaken.

They shook hands warmly and Ned reached into the back and placed a large bottle of Scotch whiskey into Sam's hand.

"I was advised this medicinal preparation takes the pain out of a sore toe."

Sam broke into a tirade of Spanish that left Ned floundering but Beryl said to take no notice of her husband; Sam was just showing off. Their occasional housekeeper had taught the fool to speak reasonable Spanish and what he didn't know he made up.

Ned was about to lift out the big box of fresh fruit when he looked across to the garages and gaped.

"Oh those old things. God the money they chew up keeping them going," Beryl snorted.

"B-but that's a restored 1945 Willys MB," Ned said with as much reverence he'd use if meeting the President. "And beside it is a CJ-8 Scrambler (pickup)."

"Produced in 1985," Sam said proudly. "You know your jeeps."

"I began devouring articles about them since I was eleven," Ned said. "My dad was a redneck enthusiast. He taught me to go where no horse could go with extreme rock crawling."

"Yeah well my older daughter told me about her big adventure of you taking her on that partly terrifying journey across that island to rejoin her boat to escape being jailed as an illegal immigrant," Beryl said. "We thank you for that. Now are you two going to keep on jawing or are you coming in for coffee?"

"Older daughter?" Ned said, grabbing the box of fruit. "I assumed you were are family of three?"

Beryl sniffed. "Jess is a theatre nurse in Phoenix. You'll meet her because she comes home weekends and randy young guys from around here appear out of the dust and mesquite when she's home."

Ned didn't quite know how to reply to that and so remained quiet. He went to bed that night thinking Sam was a good guy but he wasn't so sure about Beryl. She was a bit too aggressive for comfort and was one of those people who insisted she was always right. Just some little things like when Ned said they farmed 50,000 acres she said 47,700 of which one-third was public land on which they paid grazing rights and he said they had five wells and thirty-four stock ponds and no rivers but she said thirty-three stock ponds, two more abandoned wells and water courses appeared after rare periods of heavy rain.

Picky, that's what it was. Stan's comments had been reasonable enough for anyone but an insurance or census assessor or to someone looking to buy the ranch.

Sam said they had approximately 350 head of mature cattle plus offspring. Beryl failed to dispute that, probably satisfied Sam had mentioned 'approximately' or else she didn't know how many cattle they were presently running. He said they'd received adequate rain over the past three months and she scoffed that and said they'd not had nearly enough rain. Well perhaps they were both right on that one. She then declared they scratched out a living whereas Sam muttered they made a darn good living and most years had money to spare. Ned thought it was of no business to a visitor to be told whether or not the ranch was profitable.

However he had to admit Beryl appeared correct when Ned asked what kind of cattle did they run and Sam said Hereford.

"Rubbish," Beryl snorted. "There are at least ten bulls out there within our fence lines that are crossbreds. That's why we have so many crossbred young cattle."

Sam conceded that and said with more than seventy square miles of ranch to cover with just two ranch hands and most of it 'wild country' bisected by hills it was difficult to know clearly what was going on.

"Those maverick bulls should be cut," he grumbled.

"Let's go after some of them tomorrow," Ned said. "I'll drive the Scrambler and you stand on the box and shoot them over the roof of the cab."

"What's the use of that? We make extra work for ourselves having to bury them."

"Who says? We slash the carcasses to accelerate natural deterioration under this hot sun and poof, they are bones before you know it."

Sam conceded that wasn't a bad idea. "When they die naturally they are left to rot."

Offering a compromise Ned said, "Toss a chain aboard and we can tow the carcass to the nearest ravine and nose it over the side with the Scrambler." 

Sam rubbed his chin thoughtfully and said now Ned was talking sense.

"God you bloodthirsty men," Beryl said.

"Well it's either that or stick with those damn bulls," Sam said sounding exasperated and Beryl switched and said to do it. "Just look after that big toe. I'm sick of you grumbling."

Ned thought those two needed a vacation. Well he was capable of looking after the spread, having being raised on a cattle station in the Northern Territory of Australia and then his dad bought a rundown station (ranch) in western Queensland with a near-crippling mortgage. Ned worked for his dad building up its carrying capacity by improving water supplies and worked on livestock improvement until he left home when he turned twenty-eight. He became a minority partner in an Outback Adventure Tourism venture that collapsed five years later after the principal sold all the vehicles during the high summer closure (due to extreme heat) and fled to Bali with all the business's money.

Sometime during the night Ned found Beryl, who was at least sixty, in bed with him.

"Hi," she said. "I'd like to jerk you off. You can make a fuss and tell me to go or allow me to do it quietly. After all that whisky Sam is sleeping heavily."

Ned knew he must tell her to fuck off but she said, "You must understand I'm lonely out here with just Ned had he refuses to go to a doctor with that broken toe and..."

"All right but I'm not fucking you."

"But you'll get me off with your fingers won't you?" she whined.

Ned felt repulsed but then thought of how some younger women probably felt when he'd unsuccessfully hit on them.

"Okay," he sighed.

To his astonishment Beryl was first-class. She teased his cock with her tongue and lips while rolling her hand gently round his shaft and then when he was jerking his hips and breathing heavily, really bubbling, she scrapped along his shaft with her teeth a little painfully and then dug in those teeth at the collar of the head and he blew voluminously.

It was dark so he couldn't see her expression but heard her smacking her lips and probably wearing a very fat smile.

He lay on his back, she beside him with her legs wide apart. With a forearm across his eyes Ned dug his fingers in and gave Beryl what she'd wanted from his fingers until she heaved and bellowed. She then padded off without saying a word. It was a new experience for Ned to feel how he thought some women must feel after submitting to unwelcome attention. He believed he'd always been careful when hitting on women but he now resolved to always pull back from applying unreasonable pressure. It was necessary to apply some pressure because some females needed to be pushed and would later admit that had been the case. It was like walking on a rope. In Beryl's case he'd felt exploited and yet hadn't said no. Well he only had himself to blame.

* * *

Next morning Stan introduced Ned to the two Mexican ranch hands that he called vaqueros and said they didn't speak much English but understood a lot. He pointed to Ned and said 'boss' and they nodded.

"They like cattle and get the job done," said Sam, who was wearing boots and had his \injured toe swaddled in toilet paper to help cushion it. He was carrying a Remington Model 600 with scope.

Sam spoke to the ranch hands and said they were going out to cull bulls, the ones that shouldn't be there.

The older Mexican spoke to him in Spanish and Sam nodded.

"He says get the two native bulls on what we call the plateau pasture, that's if we can find them. They'll be wild bastards and are likely to charge at anything so be ready to accelerate away. I'll attempt to shoot both those bastards at distance so we might have to close in to finish them off."

"Okay but you hold on. I don't want you falling off and being gored."

"You just drive," Sam snorted.

It took two hours to reach the plateau pasture.

"It's 11,000 acres in size so don't be disappointed if we don't see cattle."

But they did and Sam climbed on to the back and he shot a brindle crossbred bull as it stood staring at them. It dropped like a stone, shot through the top center of the forehead from almost 150 yards. Ned was impressed.

The other cattle had scattered. They dragged the carcass to the bank of an ancient riverbed where Sam sliced the hide in several places while Ned checked the edge of the bank.

"The edge is unstable. I'll tow the carcass in at speed and turn off sharply and the momentum ought to sling the carcass over the edge."

"Okay I go along with that. The pickup should hold with the brakes on but tell me how do you intend freeing the chain?"

"Oh shit."

"Let's just tow it as close to the rim as is safe and we leave it there."

"Yeah, great idea Sam."

They dispatched another bull in similar fashion and the dying third bull, not shot as cleanly, assisted by charging over the rim of a dry gulch.

They were about to head for home when they came across two bulls fighting alongside a herd of about forty two-year-old heifers and were ignored.

"Jesus the native bulls, both of them," Sam said delightedly as Ned stopped the vehicle. "Well let them fight to a near standstill and then we go in and I'll shoot them."

When both bulls were standing still and looking exhausted Ned drove in towards them. As the animals turned to confront the intruders Sam peeled off two shots and brought both to the ground. One was dead and the other was dispatched with a second bullet. When Sam had slashed the carcasses Ned arrived alongside him with the chain but Sam said, "Nah it's quite some ways to a suitable dumping place. We'll leave them here to rot if varmints don't finish the job. This is part of ranching that city folk who can only imagine fat cattle in knee-high grass beside burbling streams would find possible to comprehend, eh?"

"Too right Sam. Good shooting. We've had a better day than we expected. That's five out of a possible ten culled."

"Yeah right. Let's return and hit the beer. That was a great idea of yours going on the big hunt. We'll continue tomorrow and thereafter till we get the other five eh?"

"Yeah. Oh how's the toe?"

"What toe? Oh yeah. Christ it's painful."

When Sam was soaking in a bath Beryl passed Ned another beer and took one into Sam. When she returned Beryl said, "Thanks for attending to me last night. It's better than me doing it myself.

"Will you be satisfied if we limit it to me fingering you and then only when we are alone?"

"Yes," Beryl said, hauling up her dress. "We are alone now. Come on Mr Fingers."

Ned groaned to himself. He'd overlooked imposing a frequency rate such as once a week!

Damn.

"Let's see how much of your hand you can force in," Ned's graying hair sex partner simpered.

The next evening was Friday and they waited to have dinner around 9:00 when the youngest daughter Jess was expected to arrive home for the weekend from Phoenix.

"Jess is unmarried and thirty-five, just right for you," Beryl said as she, Sam and Ned were at the table sipping a fruit drink she'd made from some of the fruit Ned had given her.

"She'll have a steady," Ned said defensively.

"Not that I know of. Being a nurse she has a soft nature and will have sex with almost any guy who pushes her for it."

"That's a cartload of crap," Sam said.

"Well she does like having sex."

"Yes she's admitted that to us but it's not saying she'll have sex with anyone who wants it."




Ned McGee



"No I may have exaggerated somewhat. What I'm intending to say Ned is hit on her if she appeals."

"Yeah Ned, go for it," Sam leered.

Ned didn't know what to say and then thought he heard an approaching vehicle.

"I think I hear a car coming."

"Car it will be a Ford F150," Sam said, straining to hear.

"I can't hear anything," Beryl complained.

"Oh yeah, it's definitely a vehicle," Sam said. "You have good ears son."

"Younger ears, that's all."

They all laughed.

"Go and welcome her Ned," Beryl said almost affectionately.

But he thought that was not the best approach. "Um I would prefer to be introduced first."

"Right I'm off," Beryl said, moving to the door faster than Ned had seen her move since he'd been at the ranch.

Like her sister, Jess was a tall brunette and very warm with a great smile. Unlike her sister she had small boobs but her dancing hazel eyes captivated Ned.

"Mom had given me such a build-up but there's no disappointment, you appear all that she said," Jess told him candidly.

"You look swell," Ned managed and she smiled and said she really thought Ned wasn't that shy and she kissed him. He full lips were warm and soft and the smell of her make Ned think of spring flowers growing through a bed of blue velvet. There was no accounting for some thoughts but he knew he was enchanted.

"Come through to me bedroom while I change into ranch clothes and tell me about yourself, I mean to fill in some of what Kate and mom left out during phone conversations.

Ned looked at Beryl and she said, "Go on but I'm serving dinner right now Jess."

"Understood mom."

In the bedroom Jess chattered with Ned, first removing her top and then began unzipping her skirt.

"I better go," he croaked.

"Stay and don't be a prude. You've probably seen more women's bodies than I have because exposed flesh in theater is kept to a minimum. Anyway my bra and panties are not being removed. Doesn't Kate have great breasts?"

"Um yes."

"Good boy. I wouldn't like you to lie to me."

Jess bent over to pull out baggy jeans from a bottom drawer and Ned almost gasped aloud. He was looking between her legs at the outline of a plump pussy.

"My nipples are as large of Kate's. I'm telling you that Ned in case you were wondering."

"Y-es. I had wondered."

"Good boy. You must show my your erection at some suitable time. According to Kate it rates triple A."

"I-I guess so."

"Good I'll grab this top and we can go to the table before mom is induced to having a coronary. She stresses when she can't serve when she's timed dinner to be ready to serve."

"Good girl."

Jess slapped him on the ass and giggled. 

Ned followed her to the table like a puppy.

Beryl looked at them approaching and said, "I've told Ned we don't mind if you decide to sleep with him."

"Thank you mother but I have no wish to embarrass your houseguest."

Beryl's mouth hung open. For once she was lost for words.

Dinner was a great success and they chatted so much it was after 10:30 when they left the table, the two older folk going off to bed, leaving the young two to clear away. Ned had grinned, watching Beryl almost pushing Stan out of the room.

"Dad really likes you."

"Oh what about you mom?"

"Well dad told me so but she must too. Did you see her almost pushing dad off to bed?"

"She probably has something in mind for herself."

"You fool, she was wanting dad out of the way for me to have a shot at you."

Ned said then to go ahead but Jess said no, he seemed not ready to fire.

"Well you ought to be capable of changing that."

She laughed and said he would keep. "The old jeep needs a bit of a run. Do you want to take me to Tombstone in the morning?"

"What's there?"

"It's a site of national importance where the fight at the OK Coral took place in 1881. I thought you would have known that and that we are in Conchise County?

"But the gunfight at OK coral is just Hollywood bullshit. I saw the movie of it..."

"That gunfight took place less than half an hour from here. You have my word on that. And when we arrive in town you'll 'feel' it. The old atmosphere has been preserved and well over 400,000 tourists a year visit the town."

"Jesus what time can we leave in the morning?"

Jess laughed and said at least he was excited about something. "Let's leave at 10:00 and we'll lunch there. Oh mom and dad might want to accompany us."

"That's fine. Your dad can teach me western etiquette in an authentic western saloon."

"Oh that's easy. You only ask for beer or whisky. If someone spits on your boot you don't fight him unless you are sure you will win. And if a saloon girl takes a fancy to you don't try to get it off with her until she gets you upstairs."

"You're kidding me."

"Am I?"

They kissed passively when saying good night.

Over breakfast Sam said, "Luis told me yesterday there's a stray bull with the herd in the Rocky Well pasture. Why don't use take a rifle Ned and let Jess drive. It's time you should learn she is more that just a pretty face."

"Dad?"

"Yeah okay Sam. I once was driven by a woman who was okay behind the wheel."

Sam and Ned grinned as they saw the dark looks from the women.

They reached the 7000-acre pasture that was rather arid and stony.

"It's amazing the stock do well on this pasture but they do," Jess said. They forage under the bushes. If we are lucky we'll find them still in the vicinity of the two water ponds and will be in an out early and can still get to Tombstone for lunch."

"You're the boss," Ned said, getting out and climbing on to the cargo tray with the rifle.

They soon saw cows but no bulls but twenty minutes later spotted two Hereford and a crossbred bull together.

Jess called, "I'll go in quietly and when they make a run for it I'll attempt to cut out the outlaw and you can kill it without harming our bulls."

The bulls began trotting off. Jess accelerated the Scrambler and after some hair-raising manoeuvres around rocks, Ned holding on to the mounts of the two rooftop spotlights grimly, the crossbred lumbering bull that looked quite old peeled off to the right and crashed through scrub, Jess keeping right on its tail, only about 50 yards behind.

Ned thought a shot up its butt would bring it down but he preferred going for a clean kill. The bull burst out of the bushes and Jess braked heavily, slamming Ned into the cab.

"What the hell?" he yelled in frustration as Jess left the cab.

"Come with me," she smiled.

They walked a few yards forward and though the edge of the tangled thicket of shoulder-high vegetation to see a 10-foot wide rocky edge and then a 30-foot deep ravine.

"Just as well I remembered this place otherwise we'd be down there as well," Jess grinned and watched as Ned put a bullet through the head of the fatally injured bull. 

"This is how bulls come on to our ranch; they come up or down the water courses and climb up when they see a negotiable pathway. Of course some fall to their deaths as you can see by those bones over there."

"Thank you for saving our lives," Ned said, hugging her.

"Well don't waste your time with just a hug," she said.

They kissed long and softly until she broke away and said with feeling, "You'll do."

Ned thought he knew what that meant.

* * *

They went with Jess's parents to Tombstone and looking beyond the commercialism Ned thought the historic area looked good enough to more or less signal its authenticity in its place in history. They drank beer in a really old saloon and had a really memorable lunch in the Crystal Palace saloon.

They went home half-drunk, happy and feeling like family.

Next morning Jess went with her parents to church while Ned went out on the Scrambler otherwise known as a CJ-8 (civilian jeep). It was a pickup truck version of the CJ-7, introduced in 1981, and the CJ jeep later became the Jeep Wrangler.

He headed south-east and an hour later spotted two halfbred bulls. He stopped and went on foot, knowing they knew he was there. One charged him, tail up high and Ned waited until the scope showed a clear target just above the eyes before he pulled the trigger and the beast tumbled head over heels several times and the carcass lay in a rising cloud of dust.

He spun around worried about where the other one was. It had run a half-circle around him. He walked towards it carefully and the bull snorted and pawed dust but neither moved forward nor retreated. He shot it dead.

It then took him almost two hours to drag them both to a sink hole. He drove to the far side and then connected the chain found the first bull and then walked the chairn around the perimeter of the sink hole and connected to the tow bar and pulled the beast in. He then had to climb down and unhook the chaim and then climb out and repeat the process.

Wearily Ned drove homewards alongside a ravine towards the homestead when he looked ahead when the ravine turned west and saw two halfbred bulls and a native bull fighting on the rocky bed of the ravine. He skirted the spot wide and went in by foot and calmly shot two fatally and then brought down the wild bull with another shot and finished it off.

Ned went home feeling like a hero. The others were home from church and Sam congratulated him after learning of the tally and they then sat outside under shade watching the two women grill chicken and sliced vegetables on a cookout. Ned was pleased it wasn't beef because he'd that morning he'd slaughtered about two liveweight tons of beef bulls.

After lunch Ned went off with Jess to watch her pack but that didn't take long. They didn't touch and she didn't show any flesh. When she was ready to go she gave him a phone number and told him to come to Phoenix on Wednesday as she'd be working shorter hours by then. Call me where to find you."

"And then what?"

She said, "Well we could lookd at having sex, then go out to dinner, have some more sex and you you might get lucky again before I go off to work. That's what you'd like isn't it?"

Ned swallowed. "Hell yes."

Jess was fit, strong and lively. She told him was wasn't a great fan of fellatio but loved having her pussy licked and so he delivered her preference. She squirted over his nose and lips and that appeared to energize her. She grunted and said she was not used to taking such a large dick but after that it was full on and she was bouncing around like a kid on a pogo stick. Jess was still pretending she was willing to keep on going when Ned felt absolutely bushed. He could see her fatigue in the corner of her eyes, her eyes looked glazed and her breathing was ragged but she teased and said, "Ready to go again."

Initially Ned thought he'd had too much to drink or was a little off color but next day she was at him again like a dog with a bone. Holy shit, she was almost too much for him. He was tremendously impressed and was prepared to tell her she was the best fuck he'd ever had but delayed telling her that, thinking she wouldn't believe him. He told her when he was leaving to return to the ranch.

"Thank god you told me that," she beamed. "I almost killed myself keeping up to try to impress you because Kate said you often fucked her legless and she took a couple of days to feel chirpy again."

"The things we do in the name of ego," Ned grinned, waving and heading off, abolutely thrilled by Jess being so honest with him. And so good in bed and, yes, very good out of bed and not being so high-browed as her sister. In short she was his kind of girl.

Yeah.

His kind of girl.

CHAPTER 3

Eighteen months after returning to Australia from America Ned continued to group email Beryl and her two daughters. He also posted to Jess a copy of an article from a newspaper that some rural parts of Australia had a shortage of experienced hospital nurses. He'd taken over his father's cattle station (cattle ranch) out of Longreach on the Tropic of Capricorn and about 700 km inland from Queensland's east coast. He mentioned their local hospital, roughly an hour's drive from where they lived, was short of nurses but when Jess replied to his next group email she made no mention of receiving his letter.

Ned was out west six hours' drive away in the 220-acre corner paddock drenching yearling heifers with his father Rolf and two jackaroos (farm hands) when the HF radio on the channel they were switched to went and his mom said, "Calling Ned McGee."

Ned ran over to the vehicle and picked up the microphone. "Shoot mom."

Ned there's a beautiful young woman here who knows you. She wants to come out to you but I said it's more than a day's drive. I told her our station's bull paddock is almost as big as her parent's ranch in Arizona."

"Jesus mom. Is it Jess Hayes?"

"Yes son, that's a name she gave me. I think she's American."

"She was born in Arizona and works in Arizona and so she'd likely to be American mom."

"Now come on, don't show your old mom up. Here she is to say a few words. We must not hog the airwaves."

"Hi darling, it's your New Australian. I've completed my nursing refresher course and have been posted, at my request, to Longreach Hospital."

"But why out here in the Never Never?"

"To be by you darling. For some great sex."

There was silence.

"Ned, can you hear me?"

"Yes Jess. Other people will be listening on this public channel. You have told dozens perhaps hundreds of people that you and I have sex or at least have had sex."

"Well that's okay isn't it? Most of them will have sex. It's not a new invention Ned."

"Right we'll finish up here tonight and will be in tomorrow early after."

"After what?"

"Afternoon. Oh sorry, you're American. Bye sexy. Some of you listening in say hi to our new hospital nurse Jess Hayes. She's a little ripper. Over."

"Hi Jess. Morgan Banks speaking. Welcome to the Never Never. You sound lovely. Over."

"Hi Jess, I am pregnant and will fly to your hospital next Tuesday for blood tests. Hope to meet you. I'm Nancy Slyfied. Out."

"Gran Jones speaking Jess. Ned is a fine boy. Just limit the sex as he has a cattle station to run. Visit me dear. I always have scones ready. I'm Ned's grandmother. Over."

Another ten people called a quick greeting, making Jess feel like a minor celebrity in that remote outback locality.

She ended that communication after what appeared the last call saying, "Thanks you lovely people. I feel welcomed into your community. Please say hi when you have me identified. Gran I'll get over with Ned to sample a scone. Nancy I will be at the hospital on Tuesday. Please make sure we talk. Over and out."

Rolf looked at his son intently.

"She sounds friendly and with a pioneering spirit."

"Yes and is used to living remotely as she was brought up in Arizona, down near the Mexico border."

"Near Tombstone you said."

"Yeah will lets cut out this mob before dark and get them loose."

Rolf said, "Let's pull out of here as soon as we've had tucker and drive through the night. I'll share the driving. The boys can head home in my ute in the morning."

"Good one dad. I can't wait to see her."

"Me too."

Just before 3:30 frenzied dog barking at the kennels awoke Jess. 

The light went on and Tahlia came in grinning, pulling on a robe.

"Get your butt out of bed baby and make sure you look pretty. Those dogs are telling use those mad bastards have driven most of the night over reasonably rough terrain. They're coming in."

"Who?"

"My son and probably his father. Only Rolf would think of something crazy like that."

"Oh god, I'd wanted to be all made up including my hair piled high to greet Ned."

"Take my advice. Dress in something sexy. He won't notice anything else."

"But what about Mr McGee?

"Ditto."

"What?"

He won't notice anything else either."\

Coming into the house paddock almost a mile away Ned yelled to his father to wake up and said all the lights were on.

Rolf yawned and grumped, "The dogs would have heard us coming in and barked their greeting."

"I wanted to shower and dry and comb my hair before Jess saw me."

"Too late for that now. Just hold out your dick and she won't notice anything else?"

They roared in laughter.

"There she is dad," Ned said proudly.

"Who's that with your mother?"

"Dad!"

"Ah yes, tall with a boyish figure and looks pretty even from this distance. She'll be good for five grandkids methinks."

"Dad!"

Rolf said, "Christ boy stop your moaning. Get those lips puckered up and a big smile on your face."

The two women were shielding their eyes against the glare of the three spotlights mounted on the roo bars. Ned flicked off those lights and dipped the driving lights. He stopped the vehicle, jumped out and ran to Jess.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Hi, I'm your mother," Tahlia teased.

"Hi mom."

Jess said, "Don't you wish to kiss me?"

"I stink of sweat and cattle."

"Ignore that. Kiss and hug me."

"Oooh, that's my girl," Tahlia said, a puckered her lips for her husband and they both stood with an arm round each other and looked at the youngsters engaged in a rib-creaking hug and a long, long kiss. 

Rolf said impatiently, "I'm the father."

Jess pushed away from Ned and wiping her lips said, "Oh hi Mr McGee."

"Call me Rolf, it's shorter."

She giggled and that really made Rolf grin.

They went inside and the men went off to shower while the women prepared coffee and late supper, very late supper.

"Have you put Jess into my bed?" Ned inquired as he entered the kitchen, wearing a charity fund-raising T-shirt carrying the words "Mt Isa Pussy is Scarce' and shorts and his wet hair was combed.

His mother said yes, she'd thought he'd complain if he were not given the green light to sleep with Jess.

"Don't grump at your mother," Jess smiled. "She went to the airport to fetch me and has made me feel very welcome and she asked me did I wish to share your bed."

"Oh yeah, thanks mum. It won't be the first time Jess and I have slept together."

"Yes Jess mentioned rollicking adventures in bed with you," his mom said, winking at Jess. Not catching the wink Ned colored and his father said, "Oh what's this you have not shared with me Ned?"

"Look everyone calm down and just take this quietly. Jess is bound to report back the reception she received on arrival and the behavior of you two since then."

Ned's parents looked at Jess nervously and Tahlia said, "Oh Jess I'm sorry if..."

"Think nothing of it Tahlia. You guys are all big teases but Ned really caught you out just then."

"God you are such a big kid." Tahlia said, cuffing his ear.

In the bedroom half an hour later Jess pulled off her dress, the only garment she had been wearing. 

"If you're too tired I don't mind waiting till late morning."

Ned looked at the sweet little breasts with erect big nipples and at her completely bald pussy.

"Stop your teasing baby. Come over here and slap your hand around this," he said, dropping his pants and leering at her. Thanks for coming to Australia to marry me."

"Well we talked about it often enough and I finally made the decision and found I could gain entry under special immigration provisions because nurses are in short supply in rural areas. The health authority in this region was happy to sponsor me and I've agreed to work at Longreach Hospital for a minimum of two years," said Jess, squatting and taking the penis in her fingers and steering it towards her groin.

"Hmmmm," Ned sighed, lifting her up and placing a hand under each cheek for support that allowed her to straighten her aim and groan as his shaft sank into her soft center. "There's not a great deal to do around here but to work and do this."

"Oooh, is that why you guys call Australia the lucky country."

THE END 



Ned



I open my eyes and pull his lips towards me. I can slightly taste myself on his lips. I rub my pussy against his now super hard erection. I feel his hand snake down back to my pussy and over my underwear, he rubs where my clit is. My underwear is soaking at this point and I pull his hand to take off my panties so he can touch me for real. He slides them down and the juices envelope his fingers. He rubs my clit a bit, making it nice and slick and then I start to feel his mouth working his way down. I shiver in anticipation, as his kisses grow lower and lower, until he pauses. I can feel his hot breath on my clit but he doesn't move. The anticipation is driving me crazy and I let out a moan. I think he was waiting for a sure sign from me of how much I wanted it before moving forward and kissing my clit with his wet mouth. Such a gentleman. Then he uses his tongue and makes long, slow and deliberate licks. I can feel the stubble on his chin that grew back, rubbing against my pussy and it drives me even crazier with how sensitive my clit is. His tongue starts to lick faster and I clench the sheets in my hands, trying to hold on. His hands reach up to touch my nipples and I can feel my body giving in. My back arches so I can get my pussy closer to his face and I can hear him plead "Come for me Joon, please come for me." 

His tongue licks faster and harder, and I climax in his mouth. My whole body shudders with pleasure and I can't stop shaking. He comes up and wraps me tightly in his arms until the spasms subside. I'm cold and he wraps the blankets around us. He kisses me softly, and I can taste my juices on him, which have covered his entire face. I laugh and wipe off the excess on his face, and he laughs too.

"You didn't squirt, but you might as well have. I think it's in my hair too." He teases. "God, you taste so sexy. I always thought about how you would taste when I heard you orgasm all those nights."

"And how do I taste?"

"Like a virgin." He grins and I push him away slightly, but he just kisses me again, feeling the grin on his lips. I can still feel his erection on my thighs and I slowly move my hands towards it stroking it slowly. He groans into my mouth and says, "I want to be inside you. But only if you really want me to. I don't want to push you to do anything you don't want and I don't want to hurt you." 

His cock against me feels delicious and instead of answering, I just rub my pussy against his cock. He moans in my ear, understanding my consent. He pulls away and looks at me with those eyes again, making sure I really want to do this, and then he slowly pushes his cock into me. Since my pussy is still coated heavily with my juices, it provided natural lubricant and his cock slides smoothly into me. His eyes close for a second when he feels how tight I am but he opens them again to watch me and my reaction. He moves in another inch, slowly so I can adjust, and finally makes the final thrust. There is pain and he kisses my neck, hoping the sensitivity in my neck will distract me with pleasure. It works because before long, I'm thrusting against him feeling him fill me so tightly. We both moan into each other's mouths and its not very long before we both will cum. I wrap my arms around him tightly and pull him close as I feel him on the verge of coming inside me. 

I feel his balls tense up and I can feel his warm cum fill me and it causes me to spasm, adding to his sensitivity after climaxing. My pussy clenches tight on his cock and he lets out a louder moan and we both are coming together. The room is filled with the sound of our moans and heavy breathing. Ned stays within me letting me rest, and keeping me warm with his body, knowing how cold I get after I orgasm.

He kisses my forehead softly and tells me "Go to sleep, sleepyhead. Have a good night."