12 comments/ 25351 views/ 16 favorites Marley By: TxRad Bob Harlan was in the barn working on his old tractor. The fuel pump was acting up again and it was time to rebuild it. He had it torn apart on the workbench. The sound of a car in the driveway made him look up and then stand up. He was grinning as he walked to the small backdoor of the barn and opened it. The little bright blue car came around the side of the barn and stopped angled in close to the door. "Are you lost black girl?" He asked still smiling. "Hell no I ain't lost," the young woman driving said as she shut off the motor. "I know exactly where I am you old white honky." Bob chuckled and said, "How ya doing Marley?" "If I was any better, there would be a law against it." She replied as she opened the door. Bob openly admired the young woman's legs and thighs as she turned in the seat and put her bare left foot on the ground. The short sundress rode up her thighs as her knees spread and her leg extended. Marley grinned at the older man as she moved her other foot to the ground. "You do like to look at me, don't ya?" "And you do like to tease me, don't ya?" He shot back with a like grin. "A girls got to have fun, as they say." Bob nodded and then asked, "Why do you come all the way out to my place when your daddies places is a lot closer to town?" "Because daddies there and my three brothers. I don't get a minutes rest there. They're always after me about when I'm coming home to stay. I ain't but they don't believe it for one minute." "Yeah, since your mama died, your daddy hasn't been the same and even worse since you went away to college." Marley sighed and stood up. "I may have been raised a farm girl but I ain't staying one. I've got plans." She moved sideways and closed the car door. She leaned on the side of the car and watched as Bob's eyes ran up and down her body slowly. They made her shiver. They always had since the day he had caught her skinny-dipping in his pond. "You get prettier and prettier every time I see you," he said as he looked at her face. "You say that to all us black girls you find naked on your place," Marley said and then laughed. "So far, you're the only one I've caught." "I was the only one in this end of the county," Marley said as she turned around and leaned her elbows on the roof of the car and stuck her ass out. Bob groaned softly. "Now we're getting to the dangerous side." "Dangerous for who?" Marley asked as she rocked her hips from side to side. "Both of us. With my luck, you'd get pregnant and I'd die from the shear joy of it all." Marley laughed and turned around. "I've been on birth control since I was eighteen and you know it." Bob nodded. He had been the one who took her to town to see the doctor. Her father had forbid it and ranted about it to everyone. His idea was that birth control was the devils way of telling women it was all right to have sex with whoever they wanted. He had far different ideas. Women should have sex for babies or when their husbands wanted it and no other reasons. When he didn't say anything, Marley asked, "So how warm is the water down at the pond?" "It's starting to warm up. You're nipples probably won't freeze solid and break off if you stay on the shallow end." Marley's hands came up and brushed across the front of her dress at her breasts. When she lowered them, there were two tents in the soft fabric. "In that case, I'll wait another month or so before I go skinny-dipping. The girls would look funny without nipples." "There you go teasing me again," Bob said with a grin. "Teasing both of us is more like it." Bob nodded. "Go on and get out of here. Go roam the woods to your hearts content." Marley smiled and started toward the back of the car. She stopped as she reached it and looked back over her shoulder. "You do know that I wander around these woods naked, don't you?" "Oh yeah, I know but I try not to think about it," Bob said softly. Marley laughed and said, "Maybe you should come with me one of these days." "I'd just walk into the first tree I came to and kill myself." Bob replied and then sighed. "I can still see you the way you were that day I caught you." "I've filled out some more since then," Marley said with a grin. "You don't know what you're missing." "I can imagine and that's enough for me," Bob said and then laughed. "Now all I have to do is keep my mind on putting that fuel pump back together right." "Have fun," Marley said as she headed across the feedlot to the trail leading down into the woods toward the pond. The sun felt warm on her bare shoulders and Bob's eyes on her swaying ass made something else very warm also. ***** Bob had the fuel pump back on the tractor. It idled smoothly and ran much better as he ran it down the driveway to the road using several different gear combinations. He returned to the barn and shut it off. He was congratulating himself on a job well done when Marley came through the backdoor out of breath. "There's a calf in the creek," she said between ragged breaths. "And she can't get out." "Which creek?" Bob asked as he headed toward the tack room. "The one closest to daddies place." Marley's dad's place backed up to Bob's but it was thirty miles around by road because of all the creeks in that area. Bob grabbed some rope and a couple of slings from the wall of the tack room and returned to the tractor. He tossed it all in the work box behind the seat and climbed up on the tractor and sat down. He reached for the key and then looked around at Marley. "Which part of that creek? It runs a half mile across the back of my place alone." "It would be easier for me to show you," Marley said as she started to climb up on the tractor. Before Bob could protest, she sat down in his lap and wiggled from side to side. "It's been a long time since I rode on daddies lap when he was plowing." "And I ain't your daddy," Bob pointed out in way of a protest. Marley grinned and wiggled her butt again. "I won't tell anyone if you don't" Bob groaned softly as he reached around Marley and put the tractor in gear. The tractor gave a jerk as he let out the clutch and then moved slowly out of the barn and around the side to the old road cutting toward the back of his place. He stopped at the gate at the side of the feedlot and Marley jumped down to open it. He pulled through. She closed the gate, and climbed back up to sit down in his lap. She wiggled her ass again and then leaned back against him as he let out the clutch and fed the motor more fuel. The tractor moved without a jerk this time. The road was fairly smooth, so Bob pushed in the clutch, reduced the throttle, and shifted up to third gear. He let out the clutch and set the throttle until they were doing twenty-five miles an hour. He had to lean to the left to steer and to see around the young woman on his lap. As they neared the end of the ridgeline, he pushed in the clutch and used the brakes to slow. He made the left turn and used the brakes again on the short downhill section to the top of the dam on the pond. They crossed that and started up the far hill. This hill was steeper and rougher. He ended up downshifting to second. Marley bouncing on his lap was a distraction to say the least. At one rougher section she shifted over until she was straddling his right thigh. He put an arm around her waist so she didn't fall off. She was holding onto one side of the seat with one hand and his knee with the other. By the time they reached the top, there was a branding iron sitting on his right thigh. Even through the thick cloth of his overall it was hot, hot, hot. He left the tractor in second as they crossed a series of short bumps. Marley bounced on his thigh and the heat got even hotter. He took a hissing breath and rocked his leg from side to side. "Am I too heavy?" Marley asked as he did. "Heavy, no, hot, yes." He replied as he rocked his leg again. Marley laughed and said, "Rocking your leg ain't helping things one bit. Between your leg rubbing, the bumps, and the vibrations, I might just go up in flames." "I don't know why you're not on fire already." Marley laughed again and shook her head. "I far too wet to burn. I'm making a mess out of this dress." Bob groaned as he thought about telling her to take it off. Probably not a good idea was his next thought. "Well, slide forward or back ever so often. I need some relief." Marley groaned. "If I do I'll be the one getting relief and probably falling off the damned tractor to boot." The flat road wasn't much of a problem except for the heat on his thigh but crossing two creeks with their rough entrances and exits rocked Marley back and forth and side to side on his leg. The heat would go up and up. They were crossing a third creek when the right rear tire hit a large rock under the water and Marley bounced up in the air and came down hard. With a long loud groan, she leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the dash with both hands as her hips jerked and flexed against his thigh. Bob's mouth dropped open and his eyes grew wide as he realized the young woman was coming like crazy. He hadn't seen anything like it since long before his wife died. Luckily, the road on the other side of the creek was flat, level, and straight because he couldn't reach the throttle the way Marley was leaned over. As they neared the big creek, he tried to slip his hand under her to shut the throttle off. All he felt was her breast on the back of his hand and wrist. With a soft whimper she sat up suddenly. "Now is a hell of a time to be groping me," she said hoarsely and then chuckled. Bob got his hand on the throttle and shut it off as he pushed in the clutch. The tractor rolled to a stop. "If I ever did grope you, you'd sure as hell know it," he said. "And it would be a hell of a better job than that." Marley laughed and looked around. "Down that away," she said a moment later, pointing to the right. Bob had to back up a bit to make a turn into a cattle trail. They followed it along for a ways and shortly came to an angled crossing down the side of the creek. "Here," Marley said quickly. Bob stopped the tractor and shut it off. As the motor died, he could hear the sound of a calf bawling and a cow mooing loudly. Marley got off his leg and moved across to climb down off the tractor. Bob smiled as he saw a big wet spot in the back of her dress. He looked down at his thigh and the smile turned to a grin. There was a wet spot on his overalls. He had half expected them to be charred. Marley went down the cut while he got the rope and the slings. As he came down the cut, she was petting and rubbing on the mama cow, talking to her soothingly. "Don't worry, Bob is here. He'll get your baby out of the mud. You just need to back up and let us handle it." Bob looked at the calf. It was too large to be a spring calf. It had to be one of the fall drops. It was bogged up to its belly in the soft mud and sand along the edge of the creek. It was going to be a messy, muddy job to get it out. He sighed and found a solid root in the bank to tie the rope to. Then he stood with his hands on his hips as he surveyed the situation closer. Marley had moved the cow back out of the way and turned to look the situation over herself. "Someone's going to get their clothes awfully muddy," she said with a grin. "Not if I take them off," Bob said without looking at her. "Oh goodie," Marley said. "I finally get to see you skinny-dipping. Even if it is in mud." Bob looked at her hard. "I can send you back to the barn." Marley chuckled. "You and whose army? Anyway, with two it will be easier." "It would be easier if I could get down here with the tractor." Marley looked up and grinned. Bob looked up also and nodded. "Pulling up is always easier than pulling sideways," he said as he eyed the big limb on the side of the tree above them. "Is there a snatch block and chain in the work box?" Marley asked. "There sure is. Do you know how to rig one?" "By the time I was ten," Marley said as she started for the cut. As she went up, Bob untied the rope from the root and coiled part of it up. He tossed the coil on top of the high bank. A few minutes later, Marley appeared with the snatch block and chain in her hands. She ran the rope through the block and tossed the end of the chain over the limb. She had to stand on her tiptoes as she hoisted the block up with one hand and tried to latch the chain with the other. From where he was below her, he could see all the way up her dress to the curve of her ass. He groaned softly. There definitely were not any panties under that dress. Just her and plenty of her at that. "Let me give you a hand," he said and hurried up the cut. Marley ended up holding the block over her head with both hands while he double hooked the chain. When they had it set, he said, "Get on the tractor and back it over here." He watched as she started the tractor and pulled it between two trees and backed it around to stop right in front of him. She hadn't even ground the gears when she shifted into reverse. She put it in neutral and locked the rear brakes as he tied the rope off. "Ok, I'm going to rig the slings and get that end ready. I'll yell when I'm ready for you to pull. Low gear and slow," he said as he undid a strap on his overalls. He undid the other strap and let the front and back fall away. Marley's grin turned to a frown when they stayed on. "Hey now...." she said quickly. Bob grinned at her as he took off his shirt. "This is all the show you get," he said as he tossed the shirt on a bush next to the tractor. "Tease," Marley said as he redid the straps. "What goes around, comes around," he said as he pulled his boots and socks off. ***** When he got back to where the calf was, the cow was back in the way. He tried to back her up but wasn't having much luck. "Need some help?" Marley asked from above with a grin on her face. Bob frowned up at her and nodded. "I think she trusts you more than me." Marley came down and started talking to the cow as she backed her up. Bob just shook his head and laid out the slings and the crosstree so he could reach them from out by the calf. When he finished, he stood up and looked around at the young black girl. She just grinned at him and said, "I'll have to stay here and keep mama out of the way while you rig up the slings." "Mama will be fine," Bob said with a frown. "You can go on back up with the tractor." Still grinning, Marley said, "Nope. I can see better from down here." "How would you like a spanking?" Bob said as he took a step toward her. "I haven't had one since I was young but I'm game if you are," she said calling his bluff. Bob groaned and shook his head. "I'm not as old as your daddy but I'm damned close." "Like you said earlier, you sure ain't my daddy." She shot back with a leering grin. Bob frowned and shook his head again. "Then have it your way," he said as he undid the straps on his overalls again. "I always do," Marley said softly. Bob looked at her sharply as he undid the buttons on one side of the coveralls. "I'd be careful. That spanking is still an option." Marley grinned and wiggled her hips from side to side. "How about over your knees with my dress up over my head and you already know there ain't nothing but me under this dress. I saw you looking while I was trying to hook that chain." "You would enjoy it too much." He replied as he pushed the overalls down and took them off. He turned around and hung them over a root sticking out of the bank. Marley let out a soft whistle and grinned. "Not bad for an old white man." Bob shook his head and stepped off into the mud. "Your daddy ain't going to like it when he finds out this old white man spanked his only daughter's shiny brown ass." Marley shivered and moved over to the slings. "How are you going to get the sling under her?" "I'll figure that out when I find out how much mud is under her and how much water." He pulled on the slings as he waded out. It was tough to move. The mud was thick and deep with only an inch or so of water on top. At least the footing was solid on the bottom. At the side of the calf, he tried to push the strap under her. He ended up squatting down to get it far enough that he might reach it on the other side. The calf was surprisingly calm. It remained that way as he shoved the second strap under the rear half. It started to struggle as he went behind it but settled down as he came along the other side. He squatted down and felt for the straps. He couldn't find them. "Well, shit," he said and stood up. Then his mouth dropped open and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Marley's smiling face was right across the calf from him and she was as naked as that day he caught her skinny-dipping. "I'll feed the straps from this side. Just find my hand," she said and squatted down in the mud. Bob was frozen on the spot as an instant replay of all her charms ran in a loop in his head. Yeah, she wasn't that skinny kid from years ago, for sure. Her breasts were larger and fuller, as were her hips. The dark circles under her nipples were even darker and contrasted with her milk chocolate skin enough to pull the eyes there first. Her hard nipples were fingertip sized and standing tall. "Hey, Bob, this mud ain't getting any warmer." Bob shook his head to clear the images and looked across the calf's back. "Uh, where is your hand? Give me a reference with the other one." Marley grinned at him and whispered, "I told you there had been some changes," as she laid a hand on the calf's back and pointed her finger. Bob nodded as he reached under the calf's belly and felt around. He found her arm and followed it to her hand. He took the clip end and pulled it his way as she moved the crosstree closer in and moved to her right to get the other strap. Bob had the second strap even quicker. Between the two of them, they got the crosstree up on the calf's back and the clips in place. Marley leaned back and found the rope end. Her back was arched and her muddy breasts were pointed upward as she did. Bob heard himself groan softly and she grinned as she handed him the rope. He pulled the rope tight and ran a doubled end through the eye in the center of the crosstree. He tied a half bow that could be pulled loose easily. Then he fashioned a halter for the calf's head out of the loose end. With it in place he looked across at Marley. "Time for the tractor," he said. "I'm a muddy mess." she replied. "I can wash the tractor." Marley laughed. "Who's going to wash me?" "The creek if we can find a solid bank." "Uh huh," she said and then grinned. "You just want to look at my muddy ass as I get out of here." "With and or without mud," Bob said with a grin of his own. Marley stood up. She was covered in mud all the way up to her neck. "Some people pay good money for mud baths. This one is free," Bob said as his eyes wandered over her body. With a shiver at him looking at her, Marley struggled to turn around. "Yeah, but can it be a warm mud bath next time." As her ass came into view, Bob groaned. It was high and oval shaped to match the flare and roundness of her hips. "Suddenly, I'm not cold at all," he whispered and she giggled softly. "Me neither," she said as she struggled through the mud to the shore. Once she was there, she swung her arms and kicked her feet to throw off as much mud as possible. She looked back at him and started up the cut wiping mud off as she went. A minute or so later, she appeared at the rope. "How far should I pull?" "Until I yell. I want our friend here just off the ground but not too high that she swings into the bank and hurts herself." Marley "Got ya," Marley said and disappear from sight. A minute or so later the calf started to move up and sideways. Bob held onto the crosstree and the makeshift halter and let the tractor pull him out also. When most of the calf was over the hard bank he yelled to stop. For the second time the calf struggled. Bob jumped back as best he could and held onto the halter. The calf settled down as his mother came up to lick the back of his head. Pulling on the halter, Bob moved around in front of the calf and used one hand to untie the bow in the rope. The calf came down on her side and scrambled to her feet. Bob grabbed the halter with both hands and held on. Marley came down the cut. "What can I do?" "Try and get the clips loose without getting stepped on or kicked." Marley grinned. "No problem, I have my calf proof mud armor on." "You won't joke if she steps on your bare foot." Marley sobered and moved in to grab the crosstree. She got the front clip undone on the first try. The calf bucked and jumped forward. Marley jumped back. The second buck the calf made tossed the crosstree and slings ten feet. Marley moved back until she was against the vertical bank. Bob stepped forward quickly and pulled on the loose end of the rope at the knot in the halter. It slipped and then with a flip of his wrist, the halter flew off the calf's head. The calf froze and then took off at a dead run up the cut with mom in hot pursuit. Marley watched them go and then chuckled. "You're welcome," she called after them in a loud voice. Bob chuckled and waded ashore wiping mud as he went. "Calves aren't too strong on goodbye or thank you." "So I noticed," Marley said and then grinned. "I think there is a hard bank back the way we came a little ways." Bob walked over to the equipment on the ground and picked it up. "Good, I need to wash this stuff up." Marley laughed and bent slightly forward to look at all the gray mud coating her body. "You need to wash me up also." Bob looked at her hard and then sighed. "You were a lot of help." "Thank you. It was the least I could do for you letting me use your place anytime I wanted to." "Saving that calf saved me some money and that always comes in handy." With a nod Marley turned and started up the cut. The mud was starting to dry and flake off in places. Bob smiled at the gray and brown young woman in front of him. "An interesting camouflage job." She stopped at the top of the cut and looked down at him. "It's starting to dry and itch in spots." Bob reached the top and grinned. "Then lead on." Marley grinned at him and turned down the trail back the way they had come in. "You just want to watch my ass." "And the problem is? You seem to like me watching it." "Could be," she said as she wiggled her hips from side to side. They walked about a hundred yards and came to an old narrow cut. "Down here I think. I was walking in the edge of the creek and came up here. The bank on this side was blocked." At the bottom of the cut was a narrow sand beach with the current on the far side. Several logs and big rocks blocked the current on this side. Bob waded out into the surprisingly warm water testing each step as he went. He didn't want to break through the sand like the calf had. He was a little over knee deep and squatted down. "Looks like a good spot to me," he said as he started to wash the mud off the straps and crosstree. Marley waded out to where he was and squatted down. "At least it's warmer than the mud was." "No current and its been in the sun most of the day." Bob finished getting most of the mud off the equipment and pushed it aside. As he started working on getting the mud off his arms, Marley said, "Speaking of money, daddy farms his place. It's mostly fields. How do you make a living off this place?" "I sell a few cows every year and lease out part of the place in the winter to a hunt club. I don't have to make a lot. I retired out of the military and that pays a fair pension." They were silent for a while and then Marley asked, "How do you manage the deer population on your place?" Bob looked at her and shrugged. "The hunters take whatever the county regulations say they can for the most part. I keep an eye on the number and sex of the deer I see on a day-to-day basis. Some years I ask them not to take as many bucks and more does. Nothing scientific if that's what you mean." Marley stood up. She had her arms, chest, and belly clean. She moved in shallower and sat down to work on her legs and thighs. "I'm going to school to be a veterinarian," she said a few minutes later. "I sat last year out so I could make some money. I have a couple of small scholarships and a grant but they barely cover tuition, classes, books, and labs. I work a couple of jobs to make extra but it gets old after a while." "That sounds like a good business to get into." She nodded. "I worked for a veterinarian clinic in the city last year. Made some good money. Dogs and cats, family pets mostly. It was interesting but kind of boring at the same time. It did give me a taste of what the job would be like." Bob moved in shallower and sat on the bottom as he cleaned up his legs and feet. "You have to do something you like or you won't ever be truly happy." Marley nodded and leaned back on her hands. Her breasts were pushed out as she did. She grinned and shook her head as Bob's eyes went to them. "You sure are looking." "You have filled out in all the right places." Bob replied and grinned back at her. Marley got to her knees and rose up enough to be able to rub her ass. "Mud should never get into certain areas," she said with a groan. "Sand in the butt crack is one of them." Her sex was just above the water. Bob looked at it and licked his lips. There was a small patch of tightly curled hair on her mound. The rest was smoothly shaven. "Uh huh," he said as he looked away and smiled. Marley looked at him with a questioning look as she sat down on her heels. "Yeah, that's another place mud should never go," she whispered as she spread her knees and put her hands between her legs. Bob watched her hands move and then sighed. "Thank goodness I have an outie instead of an innie." Marley chuckled and shivered as she continued to work on the mud in her slit. "Yeah, that is one good thing about being a guy. Not to mention being able to pee standing up." Bob chuckled as he washed his dick and balls. "Yeah but all this dangly junk keeps getting in the wrong position all the time. It can get to be a pain in more ways than one." He rolled over and used one hand and then the other to get his butt clean. As he sat back up, he said, "Turn around and I'll get your back." She grinned at him and asked, "Just how are you going to get it?" Bob shook his head. "With my hands." Marley laughed and turned around. "Just checking," she said as she did. Bob dipped up water and rubbed her back. The mud wasn't thick but it was sticky and gummy. It was also gritty with sand. He took his time so he didn't take any hide off. To take his mind off where his hands were and the naked young lady sitting in front of him, he asked, "What about being a country vet?" Marley looked over her shoulder. "That was my original idea but after talking to some of the older vets it seems the money isn't as good as in the city. More animals so it might not be as boring." "We sure could use one around here. It's an hour to the nearest one if traffic isn't bad or the weather." "How many farms and ranches are there around here? I've never actually looked it up." "More than you might imagine. A lot of the land farther out is being converted to horse farms." "Horses are a big ticket item," Marley said more to herself than anything. Bob dipped up water and rinsed her back. "That about does it." Marley half turned and looked at him. "What no coping a feel? That just ain't right. You're too much a gentleman." Bob chuckled and turned around. "Now it's your turn." Marley turned and moved over closer to him. She dipped water onto his back and started rubbing. "Hey, there are muscles under that skin. Not bad for an old man." "Uh huh," Bob said with a smile. "How old are you anyway?" "I was fifty five last month." "Bullshit! That would mean you're older than my dad and that can't be right." "Nope. I graduated high school at eighteen, spent twenty two years in the Marines, and I've been here nearly fifteen years. That's fifty five if my math isn't screwed up." "You sure don't look it or feel it for that matter. I had you figured for mid forties at the most." "Good genes I guess. I do try to take care of myself though." Marley dipped up water and rinsed his back. "That's about as good as it gets." Bob turned and looked at her with a grin. "What? You didn't cope a feel? I figured you wouldn't pass up a chance to get your hands on this old white man's body." Marley made a growling sound and jumped forward grabbing him around the neck. They both went under as he fell over sideways. When they came up, Marley was on top of him. "Are you trying to drown me?" he asked but he didn't get the answer he expected, which was a laugh. Marley leaned her head forward and planted a barnburner of a kiss dead on his lips. Bob jerked with surprise and then gave in to the kiss, giving as good as he got. He was holding them up with one arm and wrapped the other around her shoulders. Marley moaned softly and hugged his neck tighter. The kiss started at passionate and skyrocketed from there. Marley ended up straddling his hips and rubbing her hot sex on his hard shaft. Bob groaned and struggled to sit up. Finally with a hard shove of his back hand he got in an upright position as Marley slid backwards a little. She quickly wiggled back forward. Her breasts mashed tightly to his chest. Now he had both hands on her back. He caressed her from her shoulders to her tailbone. Excitement and lust chased each other through his mind and body. One moment he wanted to lift her hips and impale her where she was and the next he want to roll her over and take her that away. In the end, he twisted his head and broke the kiss. Marley growled and hugged him tightly, her head next to his. "Oh damn!" she whispered sharply. "Yeah," was his witty reply. A moment later, she shivered hard and then giggled. "You almost got you some dark meat." "That would have caused a lot of problems for both of us," Bob whispered back. Marley sighed and sat back, looking into his eyes. "I don't think it would have caused me any problems. Not problems I couldn't handle anyway." "It would for me, I'm afraid. I'm not the one night stand kind of guy." "And the problem with that is?" "Your daddy, our age difference, just to name the first two on the top of the list." "Yeah, daddy would have a shit fit to put it mildly." Bob sighed and whispered, "Yeah and I'm older than he is. You need someone your own age." Marley grinned. "Between school and working, I haven't had time for anybody at all." Bob looked at her hard. "A college full of guys and not even one has had the nerve to chase you?" "Not one that I'd let catch me, anyway." Bob shook his head slowly. "What the hell is this world coming to?" "I'm picky, what else can I say. Anyway, there was always this old white guy that was nice, friendly, helpful, and non judgmental that I kept comparing those younger guys to. They just didn't have a chance. The only problem was that he kept looking at me and drooling but never did anything about it." Bob just stared with his mouth hanging slightly open. "I... uh... I...." He finally stammered. Marley smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, "I'm through hinting around." With that said, she kissed the hell out of him again. Bob groaned and hugged her tightly as he returned the kiss. His mind was once again warring over which way to fuck her. Marley let go of his neck with one arm and took the decision away from him as she rose up, pulled his dick away from his body, and sat down on it. He entered her to the hilt as they both groaned deeply into each other mouths. The next thing he knew, they were rocking back and forth, his dick moving inside her hot tightness. He had never felt anything like it. Not even his wife thirty years earlier. It was like molten silk wrapped around his shaft that would squeeze him and relax, only to squeeze him again and again. Marley was whimpering softly as they continued to rock. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and took a deep, deep gasping breath, as her hips got out of sync with his. Then she was moaning loudly as she let out that breath, her hips alternately jerking and grinding into him as she came hard. He was right there with her, painting her insides with spurt after spurt of cum. ***** Marley had her head on Bob's shoulder. One arm was around his neck and the other under his arm and across his back. Her breathing was nearly normal when she sighed deeply. "That's how it should be," she whispered a few seconds later. Bob had been stroking her back and hair. When she said that, he nodded and hugged her tightly. "Like nothing I've ever felt before." Marley giggled. "That makes two of us." Bob chuckled. "I think you're exaggerating a little." "Not in the least. You're my first other than my fingers and an old hairbrush," she whispered and then giggled. "You beat the hell out of both of them." "But... but...but...." He was back to stammering again. "Yeah, I want to try that sometimes too but not here in the creek," she whispered and lifted her head. She looked at the shocked look on his face and laughed. "What? You don't think I was a virgin, so to speak." "Yeah, I believe you but that doesn't fit with the rush you were in to get on birth control." Marley laughed. "I only did that to piss off daddy. I had plans and boys were not in them until after college." Bob looked at her hard. "You're still on them right?" "I might be crazy but I'm not stupid. I was off them most of last year but started back a couple of months ago." "Why did you start back on them?" Marley laughed. "Because that's when I decided you were the right one and started planning how to seduce you." Bob's eyes narrowed. "Exactly how did you get that calf in the creek?" Marley laughed again and then groaned as his semi hard dick moved inside her. "I didn't. Just call it a fortuitous accident." "Uh huh," Bob said and then grinned. "You and mama cow planned the whole thing." Marley giggled. "Yeah, she was the brain's behind the operation." Bob laughed and hugged her tightly. "I think I'm in a world of trouble." "Wait until I get you out of this creek." "Uh, what happens then?" Marley giggled and whispered, "I get to ride back to the barn naked on your lap." Bob groaned and replied, "You almost branded me through your dress and my overalls, I won't stand a chance with you naked." Pulling back to look into his eyes, she smiled and said, "Branding is the least of your worries. You're mine now and ain't nothing going to change that." Bob grinned and said, "I guess I'll just have to accept my fate." Then they were kissing softly. Marley's Story: A Beach House Extra This is one of several extra "mini stories" that are supplements to the Beach House series. Some of these will be elements of the story that I had in my head as I was writing a particular chapter, but which were left out because I couldn't fit them in or they didn't lend themselves to the first-person narration of the story. Others will be side stories that I thought of after a chapter was done, which may add to the plot line. I hope that you enjoy it! Marley's Story - A Beach House Supplement Marly sighed deeply, moving back to her customers. The day was only half over, and she was dead on her feet. It wasn't her job as a waitress at the Bend in the Road Diner that had her so tired, it was the fact that she had had practically no sleep the night before, Jennifer, her roommate, had a new guy. It turned out that he wasn't a new guy to Marly, but he was to Jennifer, you could certainly tell that from her night time activities. Every time she changed guys, she would do the same thing, loudly having sex all night long, in every single room of the apartment that she and Marly shared. Except for Marly's bedroom, of course. It seemed as if no sex was ever going to be had in Marly's bedroom. Steve was the newest one, as Marly knew very well. Years ago after all, he had been the first boy she had ever allowed to feel her naked breasts back in high school, the first boy she had let put his hand inside of her tight jeans, and she had planned for him to be the "first" boy she ever offered herself to completely. Except it hadn't worked out that way. She'd had it all planned after graduation, Steve always had a big party at a cabin far out in the woods, and he would of course invite her. After all, she had allowed him to rub his fingers along her slit that night in the car, even letting him dip one into her gathering wetness. But the cop had come along, banging on the window, telling them to move on. And the moment had been lost. But he hadn't invited her, although she'd heard from other girls that the party had taken place. Strange, though, that none of the guys would talk too much about it and Steve hadn't looked her in the eyes since then. Until Jennifer had brought him home last week, at least, and began her new boyfriend routine, leaving Marly in her current, sleep-deprived state. Listening to Jennifer fuck her boyfriends was pretty much the only kind of sex that Marly had any more. She had wished last night, and even now, that it had been her instead of Jennifer who had been lying over the arms of their overstuffed chair, being pounded from behind by Steve's hard cock. It seemed as if she could feel him inside of her right now, the length of his member gliding in and out of her, pulling her lips inside with each stroke, the tip of his cock reaching so far inside of her that she could feel it bottoming out. Then it would pull out again, almost completely out, with just the tip inside of her, the shaft dragging across her sensitive clit, as he pulled out, then slammed back into her waiting depths. She could even feel his hands reaching around her chest, holding her breasts tightly, squeezing both of her nipples between his fingers, then letting go and rubbing those same hands all the way down her flat stomach, feeling his own shaft and the lips of her wet cunt as he plunged into her repeatedly, until, finally, after what seemed like hours of having him driving into her, fucking her, she... "Miss?" The man asked. "Did you hear me?" "Could I get some more coffee please?" Marly snapped out of her daydream, no longer able to feel Steve inside of her, back in the diner once more. "I'm sorry, sir" she said. "I'll go get you some right away". God, she needed sleep so badly. She could do this job without thinking, but that was the first time she had ever done anything like that. It had felt so real, in fact she could feel how wet she had become just from that short fantasy. She needed sleep, and she needed sex! Walking around the diner, taking orders, filling up coffee cups, she watched each of her customers closely, sizing them up as potential bedmates. Most were the older locals, but she was becoming so desperate for company that she was even considering old Frank, whose hand she had just absently shooed away after he had pinched her ass, asking her if she wanted to go check out his "back forty". She wondered for the umpteenth time, what was wrong with her? She was a pretty girl, she knew that, yet none of the local men her age would have anything to do with her. She'd dated a few of them after high school, but every time she started to get serious about one, he would suddenly pull away, usually saying something about how she was "one crazy bitch". Whenever she asked what they meant, they just looked at her with a fearful look, saying "like you don't know". These days, she could only get sex when she went out of town, or when someone new came in. Looking up, she noticed the truck, Don's truck, in the parking lot. A skinny blonde was climbing up into the passenger door, showing the world her hot pink thong and rounded ass cheeks. There's a coincidence, she thought, looking at the truck driven by one of the "someone new" people who had come in. She had fucked Don a couple of times, out in his truck. And it had been just fucking for sure, not making love, or any of the other squishy terms people used for sex. He was fine in the sack, although one time, she had been lying on her back in his sleeper cab, his face covered with her juices because he had just eaten her out, her breasts carrying greasy hand prints that she wouldn't be able to wash off until she went home that night. His cock had been just touching the lips of her eager pussy, ready to enter her, when his cell phone rang. And the asshole answered it! Pushing himself into her at the same time, he had hit the Bluetooth answer button that he had mounted in the sleeper. His wife Suzie had been on the other end of the line, and Don had continued to slowly push himself in and out of Marly's cunt, while at the same time talking to his wife about what she had done at work and would he please pick up some peanut butter! The call seemed to go on forever, Don putting even more filthy black truck grease onto her breasts, her stomach, her ass, while his cock ground its way into her, his wife talking about the god damn cat now. Marly was never quiet when she came, so she held off as long as she could, hoping that the call would end before she went over the edge. Don's pumping action had been having its effect on her though, and she had felt a wave rushing over her body, beginning to gasp and cry out, finally doing her best to stifle her screams of pleasure as his hard cock drove her past, to a place where she had no control over herself. Don's wife stopped talking then, making her own panting sounds until it was all over, then saying "Wow, Don. She sounds like a hot one! How about you come home now and make me scream like that?" Then the woman had spoken directly to Marly. "Hey sweetie, its Marly, isn't it?" Shocked that the woman knew what had been going on in the truck, even knew her name, Marly had answered. "Yes..." "Oh, aren't you all sweet and innocent sounding!" Suzie had said. "So hon, if you ever get down our way, look me up. We can go out on the town and you and me can go get fucked by some guys I know." "Really, look me up." Then the woman had hung up the phone. Marly had quickly gotten dressed, racing away from the truck and back into the diner. She was off work, but the bus didn't come for another twenty minutes, and she was not going to stand outside looking like she had right then. Afterwards, on the bus, she had realized that when they were talking about giving the cat its medicine until it howled, the woman had actually been telling Don to fuck Marly's pussy until she came. His wife had actually wanted to hear that. She had probably been frigging herself while she waited. What kind of sick people did that? Marly hadn't mentioned Don or anything that happened, not even to Bobbi, who she pretty much told everything to. Any time that Marly was getting serious about some guy, she always talked to Bobbi about him, with her track record it helped to have someone she could count on. She always listened, often curious for details if she didn't already know the guy that Marly was talking about. She would usually offer to "check him out" for Marly. Usually though, the guy would be gone again before Bobbi ever got a chance to find anything out. And here was Don's truck again, out in the parking lot. Marly could even see the blonde's head, bobbing up and down in his lap, and she could see his lips moving. The asshole was probably talking to his wife again, while this little bimbo gave him his afternoon blow job. She watched them for a few seconds, shaking her head, and then turned back to her tables. Whoa! When did that guy come in? At one of the booths sat a guy Marly had never seen before. He wasn't movie star handsome, but he was definitely not bad to look at. She could tell that he too was keeping an eye on the truck outside, glancing up from the menu every once in a while. When he saw her though, he raised his left hand, probably signaling that he was ready to order. She noticed that there was no ring on that hand, then slapped herself for thinking like that. This guy was probably just driving up the coast and had stopped for some lunch. After that, he would be long gone. What was she going to do, take him out behind the diner and do him between the garbage cans? The guy ordered two hamburger lunches, and she joked about him being really hungry. "No" he said, looking out at the truck. "My girlfriend will be here in a few minutes". So, the blonde tramp was with him. Marly wondered if he knew what she was doing out there. Marly teased him a little more, letting him know that she was single. During their banter, she found out that he and his girlfriend were going to the People Co house up the road. "Ah" she thought, "that explains it". She told him, "I'm supposed to work a big party at that house this weekend, so I'll probably see you again". Then she told him her name, and he said that his was Jack. She was thinking about Jack as she left the table, first he was single, and then he wasn't; now it might be negotiable. She had heard about how things worked out there at People Co. Walking back to the kitchen, her tired mind went once again into areas she couldn't afford. She had watched his tongue and hands as they had conversed, and she imagined what they would feel like as his long fingers reached up inside of her, pulling the lips of her wet pussy apart as his tongue drove into her, exploring her, teasing her, swirling across her clit... God Damn it! She had to stop doing that! The lunch rush was over, but she still had enough customers that she needed to stay on her game. Her tips depended on the customers being happy, and having a waitress that kept having sex fantasies while they waited for their food was not real conducive to that end. As she placed Jack's lunch on his table, she asked him if he wanted ANYTHING else. "Just ketchup" he said, watching as his cheating girlfriend came in to join him, giving him a kiss after she sat down. An odd expression came over Jack's face after that, then a growing look of shock. The tramp started talking at length, and he stopped talking at all, concentrating on his food instead. Apparently lost in his own thoughts, he did not even notice his girlfriend flirting with a married man at one of the other tables. Eventually, both the married man and Jack's girlfriend headed back to the restrooms, and Marly realized that she had completely missed her long break. She asked Steph to cover her tables for a little while, then grabbed her purse and headed for the restroom as well. "That's strange" Marly thought as she went in. The slutty girlfriend had not returned to the table, but she was not in the ladies room either. Marly sat down in one of the stalls and opened her purse, digging around until she found what she needed right then. Between thinking about Steve and thinking about Jack, she had made herself so horny that she couldn't stand it, and she needed to do something about it. Tonight would definitely be a night for her only dependable boyfriend, Mr. Dildo, but for now, her tiny little vibrator would have to fill in. As she was about to turn the vibrator on, she thought that she heard voices through the wall, coming from the men's room. That couldn't be right though, because one of the voices was female. She turned her head and placed her ear to the wall so that she could hear better. The few things that she could make out startled her. She could hear moans and grunts, both male and female, and little pieces of words, making out "make me cum!", "you whore", and "cum on this honest man's cock". After more grunts and a long, male groan, she could clearly make out "...you asshole! Come back and finish me off!" Then, more male voice sounds, but those seemed to be getting farther away. Finally, she heard the men's room door shut loudly, followed by a woman's anguished cry. Marly looked at the vibrator in her hand, slowly twisting its base and turning it on. She touched it to her nipples, causing them to harden, then, pulling up her uniform skirt and pulling down her panties, she moved the tip of the vibrator along the lips of her pussy. Wetness began to emerge from her depths once again, and she began to first rub, then pull on the lips of her pussy, finally moving a finger all around her entrance. She tried to build an image in her mind of the guy out in the restaurant, imagined that he was watching her right now. Over the buzz of her vibrator, she could once again hear male and female voices coming through the wall. Pushing the vibrator up inside of her now soaking wet hole made that much quieter, and she listened at the wall once again, while slowly moving the vibrator in and out of herself, strumming a finger across her clit as well. Moans, groans, and voices continued to filter through the wall, and Marly pushed her ear up tight to it's surface in order to catch as much as she could, still trying her best to reduce the urges that had taken her over today. Suddenly, the wall between the two rooms began to shake, sounding as if something was being pounded against it. It took Marly a minute, but she finally realized that it was not something pounding against the wall, it was someone. This was where the slutty blonde had gone, into the men's room, getting serviced by not just one man, but now a second one as well. The wall continued to shake, so Marly removed her ear and just sat down, using her fingers and the vibrator to savage her own dripping cunt. She reached down and twisted the knob to as high as it would go, bringing the tip out of her hole and replacing it with her fingers while touching the tip of the loudly buzzing sex toy directly onto her clit, then rubbing it down along her sopping slit, moving up to her clit once again. With all of this activity, as well as the sound of the two people having sex next door, she was finally able to release some of her tensions into a long orgasm, her entire body shaking in its power. She had to bite down on her purse as she came, muffling her screams of release into the leather, not trusting herself to be able to stop the screaming fit that she always seemed to have on those rare occasions that she did have orgasms. Marly hoped that the purse had killed most, if not all of the noises she had emitted. If not, she could always blame it on whoever came out of the men's room. This, she realized, meant that she should probably get cleaned up and back to work, before the pair emerged. After a quick touch-up, Marly went back into the diner, letting Steph know that she was back. Table 5, where Jack and the tramp had been sitting, was empty, although their things were still there. Out in the parking lot, the married man who had been flirting with the slut was ushering his wife and kids into a car as quickly as he could. Marly thought that she had enough pieces to identify the woman being fucked in the men's room, as well as the two men who had fucked her. Sure enough, from the back of the restroom came Jack and his slutty girlfriend. His hair and clothing were a little out of place, but she looked like she had been in a windstorm. Her white tank top had large wet areas on it, the material so thin that Marly could clearly see one dark nipple through the wet fabric. Her skirt was on sideways, and a line of white liquid was running down one leg. Jack had a stern, angry look on his face, but his slut was smiling broadly, very pleased with herself. She couldn't believe that she actually did it, but as they passed by her on their way to their car, Marly impulsively said "Way to go, stud. See you at the party tomorrow". Jack just gave her a puzzled look, continuing to lead his girlfriend out the door. The rest of her shift was uneventful. On the bus ride home, Marly decided a number of things. She was going to take a nap this afternoon, making up for some of the sleep she had lost already, and some that she expected to lose tonight. She needed to stop and get new vibrator batteries, and Mr. Dildo would be driving into her while Steve's cock was driving into Jennifer. And, she would definitely be looking for Jack at the big house tomorrow while she worked the party. Maybe she could get a real man in a restroom for a change. Anything would be better than what she had been getting lately. Once she reached home, she decided to take a nice bath before her nap. Taking the phone into the tub with her, she dialed Bobbi's number, ready to talk. Marli Se Flirtasie Ruk Handuit (Neem asb 'n oomblik om vir die storie te stem sodat Literotica kan sien daar is 'n plek en behoefte vir Afrikaanse stories of hul webwerf. Kommentaar is ook altyd welkom, want dit gee vir ons as skrywers 'n idee van wat die lesers wil hê) Marli, my vrou 28 jarige vrou, stap die kamer in . Sy is kaalbolyf en het net haar roekie aan. Sy het pas klaar gestort en is nog besig om haar hare af te droog. Haar groot, ferm tiete wip met elke tree. Sy gaan sit voor die spieëlkas en begin haar hare borsel. Ek kyk na haar in die spieël. Ek het nog altyd daardie perfekte tiete onweerstaanbaar gevind. Ek gaan staan agter haar, soen haar liggies in die nek terwyl ek haar tiete in my hande neem. Sy stoot my liggies weg. "Ons sal moet gou maak. Roelof gaan enige oomblik hier opdaag." sê sy. Roelof is 'n goeie vriend. Hy is 'n mediese dokter en ons het hom oorgenooi vir aandete. Sy vrou is vir die naweek na haar ouers toe. Hy kon nie saamgaan nie, omdat hy op bystand is vir die naweek. "Ag, hy sal maar net moet wag!" sê ek. "Ek kan mos nooit so 'n kans laat verbygaan om 'n bietjie te kafoefel met die lig in my lewe nie!" Ek gee haar tepel so 'n speelse trek. Soos gewoonlik reageer dit onmiddellik. Ek leun vooroor en neem haar stywe tepel in my mond. Sy stoot my weer weg. "Daar is nie nou tyd vir sulke dinge nie. Jy sal maar net moet wag tot later vanaand. Jy wil tog nie hê Roelof moet ons betrap nie!" Ek besef sy is reg en trek verder aan. "Ag, die arme man! Onthou, hy is vrouloos vir die naweek. 'n Bietjie opwinding is dalk al wat hy nodig het!" spot ek. "Hy kan juis nie sy oë van jou afhou nie!" "Moenie laf wees nie! Hy sal nooit na 'n ander vrou kyk nie. Hy is gans te lief vir Melanie." sê Marli. Sy staan op en begin om haar bra aan te trek. "Is dit nou regtig nodig vir die bra?" vra ek. "Jong, hierdie bloes is darem baie deurskynend. Ek wil nie vir ou Roelof ontstig nie!" antwoord sy. "Komaan, wees vanaand 'n tier!" daag ek haar uit. "Los die bra." "So jy gee nie om as ek so paradeer voor 'n ander man nie..?" sê-vra sy. "Ag, dis mos net ou Roelof. Hy is in elk geval 'n dokter en het al meer tiete gesien as wat hy kan onthou. Hy sal nie eers agterkom nie." moedig ek haar aan. "En al kom hy dit agter, sal dit hom net goed doen! Dis mos nou nie of jy hom gaan verlei nie. Jy doen dit mos vir my!" "Wie sê vir jou ek wil hom nie verlei nie?" spot sy. "Onthou, hy's vrouloos en 'n heel oulike ou!" "Wel, terg hom maar gerus so 'n bietjie. Ek sal graag wil sien hoe hy reageer." hits ek haar aan. "Wil jy vir my sê dis OK met jou as ek 'n bietjie met hom flirt?" vra sy verbaas. "Flirt soveel as jy wil! Solank dit net by flirt bly, het ek nie 'n probleem nie. Ek gee regtig nie om as ander ouens sien wat hulle nie kan kry nie!" antwoord ek. Skielik kan ek nie help om te wonder hoe ver sy bereid sou wees om te gaan nie. Miskien moet ek probeer uitvind en dit aanmoedig. Sy los die bra en trek haar bloes aan. "Jong, die ding skyn deur!" sê sy terwyl sy haarself in die spieël bestudeer. "Man, dis net omdat jy weet jy het nie 'n bra aan nie! Roelof sal dit beslis nie eers agterkom nie. Los dit nou." antwoord ek. Dan lui die deurklokkie. Dis Roelof. "Sien jy nou?! Van jou geginnegaap is ek nog nie klaar nie!" raas sy kamma. "Gaan nooi hom solank in terwyl ek klaarmaak." Ek gee haar 'n piksoen terwyl ek nog 'n knoop van haar bloes losmaak. Dan gaan ek af ondertoe en nooi vir Roelof in. Ek skink vir ons drankies en ons sit in die sitkamer en gesels. Dan kom Marli die trappe afgestap. Sy lyk prentjiemooi! Haar lang bene vertoon ongelooflik onder die kort rompie wat sy aanhet. Sy het die boonste knope van haar bloes oopgelos soos ek dit gelaat het. Haar tiete wip met elke trappie wat sy afbeweeg. Haar groot bruin tepels skyn opvallend deur haar bloes en dis duidelik dat sy nie 'n bra aanhet nie. Ek hou vir Roelof dop. Aan sy gesigsuitdrukking kan ek sien hy hou van wat hy sien! Hy kan sy oë nie van haar bolyf afhou nie! Sy groet vriendelik en leun vooroor oor die koffietafel om haar drankie op te tel. Haar ferm tiete beur teen die dun materiaal van haar bloes en 'n mens kan duidelik in haar hals afkyk. Roelof se oë is vasgenael. Ons gesels en drink nog 'n paar drankies. Ek is verbaas om te sien dat Marli regtig daarop uit is om vir Roelof te terg. Sy kruis haar sykousbedekte bene kort-kort baie uitdagend as sy sien dat hy in haar rigting kyk. Dit ontgaan my ook nie dat sy elke nou en dan opstaan en vir hom iets te peusel aanbied nie. In die proses leun sy meer as wat nodig is vooroor en dit het 'n besliste uitwerking op Roelof. Ons gaan eet, drink nog 'n paar drankies en dan verskoon ek myself. My verskoning is dat ek moeg is en nie lekker voel nie en maar vroeg wil gaan inkruip. Ek nooi vir Roelof om gerus langer te kuier en vra vir Marli om hom geselskap te hou. Sy gee my 'n effense vies kyk. Dan groet ek ek en verdwyn die trappe op in die slaapkamer in. Ek sit die ligte af en gaan lê op die bed. Ek is geweldig nuuskierig om te sien of iets tussen Roelof en Marli gaan ontwikkel. Na 'n ruk staan ek op en sluip in die donker na die bokant van die trap. Daar vanagter die palmboom het ek 'n onbelemmerde uitsig op wat in die sitkamer aangaan. Roelof skink vir hulle elkeen nog 'n drankie en gaan sit langs Marli op die rusbank. Marli het haar skoene uitgeskop en sit met haar bene effens onder haar ingetrek. Ek kan sien dat die drankies hulle albei begin affekteer. Hulle gesels oor ditjies en datjies en Roelof sit sy arm agter om Marli op die bank sonder om aan haar te raak. Sy hand rus baie na aan haar skouer. Hulle begin redeneer oor 'n onderwerp en Marli se oordrewe handgebare bevestig weer eens die invloed van die drankies. Dan plaas Roelof sy hand op haar skouer en streel dit liggies terwyl hulle gesels. Dan fluister hy iets is haar oor en sy sit skielik regop met haar hande oor haar tiete en lyk baie verleë. Dan snap ek wat aangaan. Hy het probeer om die bandjie van haar bra te voel en dit het die feit dat sy nie 'n bra aanhet nie bevestig. Hy het iets daaroor in haar oor gefluister, vandaar haar verleentheid! Sy fluister iets terug en hy skuif die kraag van haar bloes oor haar skouer en sê weer iets wat net te doen kan hê met die feit dat sy nie 'n bra aanhet nie. Sy trek haar bloes reg en leun agteroor. Sy arm is nog steeds om haar en sy hand hang gevaarlik naby haar regtertiet. Hulle gesels oor iets wat ek nie kan hoor nie en dan sit hy sy hand op haar tiet. Sy skrik effens en haal sy hand van haar tiet af. Sy hou dit in hare. Hy fluister in haar oor en begin vroetel met die boonste knoop van haar bloes. Sy neem weer sy hand vas in 'n poging om hom te stop. Hy fluister weer in haar oor en ek hoor haar sê: "OK dan, maar net een!" Sy los sy hand en laat hom toe om die boonste knoop van haar bloes los te maak. Hy begin dadelik ook met die volgende knoop vroetel. "Ek het gesê net EEN!" hoor ek haar sê, gemaak kwaai. Selfs vanwaar ek agter die palm uitloer kan ek die boonste rondings van haar tiete sien noudat daar nog 'n knoop los is. Roelof staan op en gaan skink nog drankies. Hy sit hare langs haar neer en gaan sit weer met sy arm om haar. Sy hand beland 'per ongeluk' weer op haar tiet. Hierdie keer neem sy sy hand in hare, maar wend nie regtig 'n poging aan om dit van haar tiet af te verwyder nie. Sy los sy hand om 'n slukkie van haar drankie te neem en hy neem sy kans waar! Sy hand verdwyn in haar bloes in. Sy sit haar drankie neer en probeer sy hand uithaal. Hy sit hom teë en dit gee 'n gestoei af. In die proses gaan nog 'n knoop of twee van haar bloes los. Toe sy uiteindelik sy hand uit het, is haar bloes oopgeknoop tot net onder haar tiete en haar regtertiet is heeltemal uit haar bloes uit. Roelof sien dit en sy hand vou onmiddellik om dit. Dit gee weer 'n gestoei af. Dan hoor ek my naam en sy sê: "Laat ek eers gou gaan kyk of hy nog slaap." Sy staan op en stap in die rigting van die trap sonder om 'n poging aan te wend om haar bloes toe te knoop. Ek verdwyn vinnig die kamer in en maak of ek slaap. Sy kom in en sluip tot langs my. Oortuig dat ek vas aan die slaap is, trippel sy weer die trappe af. Ek sluip weer tot agter die palm. Sy vlei haar weer langs hom neer, haar bloes steeds oopgeknoop. Hy sit sy hand op haar sykousbedekte bobeen en streel dit liggies. Hy fluister iets in haar oor en sy antwoord. Hy probeer sy hand onder haar rompie inskuif, maar sy sit haar teë. Sy gryp sy hand vas. Maar Roelof is nou soos 'n honger hond! Sy ander hand verdwyn onder haar rompie in en dit gee weer 'n gestoei af. Roelof val van die rusbank af en trek vir Marli saam met hom. Sy beland wydsbeen bo-oor hom terwyl hy op sy rug lê. Haar rompie het nou heeltemal opgeskuif en Roelof se hand lê op haar boud bo-oor haar broekie. Haar tiete hang totaal ontbloot bokant sy gesig. Hy neem sy kans waar en sy lippe sluit om haar tepel. Sy snak na haar asem. Sy ander hand maak die res van haar bloes se knope los terwyl hy haar tiet suig. Sy protesteer nie. Hy streel oor haar broekie en werk sy vingers in die kloof van haar boude in. Sy trek haar tiet weg van sy mond af. Hy skuif haar bloesie oor haar skouers. Sy laat dit afglip en dit val langs haar op die mat. Sy sit nou kaal bolyf bo-op hom. Die rompie het hoog opgeskuif en dien absoluut geen doel nie. Sy hande begin weer woel oor haar wit hoog gesnyde broekie. Hy trek haar nader terwyl sy regterhand tussen haar bene inbeweeg en oor haar doos streel. Dis asof die skielike kontak haar tot haar sinne ruk. Sy sit haar teë en haal sy hand onder haar uit. Hy fluister weer in haar oor. Sy sit haar heftig teë en probeer opstaan. Hy trek haar vooroor en sy val. Sy draai op haar rug en hy rol bo-op haar. Hy lê met sy onderlyf tussen haar bene en pen haar arms bo haar kop vas met sy een hand. Sy ander hand begin om sy broek los te maak. "Asseblief! Moenie! Ek smeek jou...", pleit sy. Maar Roelof hoor haar nie eers nie. Hy skuif sy broek en onderbroek oor sy heupe en gaan lê op haar tussen haar bene. Sy bleekwit boude glim in die sagte lig van die sitkamer. Hy skuif af en suig haar tepels terwyl hy haar arms steeds bokant haar kop vashou. Sy sit haar teë, maar is veels te swak vir hom. Die situasie begin handuit ruk! Ek gaan hierdie ou doodbliksem as hy haar durf seermaak! Ek besluit om nie te gou in te meng nie, maar om eerder die situasie fyn te monitor. Ek gaan beslis nie toelaat dat hy enigiets aan haar doen teen haar sin nie! Dan begin sy boude tussen haar bene beweeg. Hy naai haar droog bo-oor haar broekie terwyl hy haar tiete suig. "Asseblief! Moenie! Ek gaan skree!", dreig sy. "Skree gerus!" hoor ek vir Roelof sê. "Jy weet tog jy sal nie." Dan verdwyn sy hand tussen hulle onderlywe in en ek kan sien hoe hy haar broekie na die een kant toe probeer trek. Dit lyk asof hy daarin geslaag het, want nou neem hy sy stywe voël in sy hand en probeer dit in haar steek. Sy ruk haar een hand los en gryp sy voël om te keer dat hy haar penetreer. "Moenie dit in my sit nie! Asseblief! Ek sal jou liewer aftrek! Moenie dinge doen waaroor ons albei more gaan spyt wees nie." hoor ek haar weer pleit. Net wanneer ek tussenbeide wil tree, lyk dit asof hy tot sy sinne kom. "Goed dan." sê hy en gaan sit op die bank. Sy staan voor hom en hy maak haar rompie los. Sy laat hom gedwee begaan. Dit val om haar enkels op die mat en sy stap uit dit uit. Hy begin haar broekie aftrek en sy keer hom. "Moenie! Ek wil dit graag aanhou." sê sy. Hy los dit en sy gaan sit langs hom op die bank. Hy trek sy hemp uit. Sy broek lê om sy enkels. Sy neem sy enorme piel in haar hand en begin sy draad trek, terwyl hy haar binneboud streel. Sy hand beweeg al hoër en sy maak haar bene effens oop. Hy sit sy hand oor die voorkant van haar broekie en streel haar doos deur die dun materiaal. Sy leun nader aan hom en hou sy eiers in haar hand vas terwyl sy hewig met die ander hand sy voël pomp. Ek besef sy is OK. Sy is in beheer. Roelof se hand begin werk oor haar doos en dan verdwyn dit voor by haar broekie in. Sy gryp dit vas en knyp haar bene toe. "Asseblief...! Hou dit liewer bo-oor." sê en trek sy hand uit. Hy aanvaar dit so en streel weer haar doos deur haar broekie. Ek voel 'n krieweling voor in my broek. Ek is wragtig besig om 'n horing te kry terwyl ek toekyk hoe 'n ander ou my vrou probeer naai! Ek haal my stywe piel uit my broek en begin stadig draadtrek terwyl ek die verwikkelinge onder die trap dophou. Hy trek nou haar kop af na sy skoot toe. Sy staan op haar knieë op die rusbank en leun oor hom. Hy druk haar kop af na sy voël toe in die hoop dat sy dit sal suig, maar sy trek haar kop weg en trek weer sy draad. Haar tiete hang vol en ferm hier voor hom en hy begin liggies trek aan haar tepels. Ek weet dit maak haar altyd baie jags as ek dit met haar doen. Haar mond gaan oop en ek kan sien haar asem begin jaag. Hy sit weer sy hand oor haar boude en streel weer haar doos deur haar broekie. Hy druk die voorkant van haar broekie by die gleuf van haar doos in en begin haar liggies vinger deur haar broekie. Ek weet die voorkant van daardie broekie is teen hierdie tyd sopnat! Dan verdwyn sy vinger onder die rand van haar broekie en in haar sopnat vagina in. Nou vinger hy haar met mening en sy protesteer nie. Inteendeel, die tempo van haar hand op sy voël versnel in so 'n mate dat hy moet keer. Ek kan sien dat hy baie na aan kom is! Ek raak so jags dat ek my voël eers moet los, anders kom ek net daar! Hy haal sy vinger uit haar doos uit en stoot haar effens weg. Sy staan weer voor hom, onseker oor wat die volgende stap gaan wees. Haar tiete beur trots voor haar uit. Hy sit sy hande oor haar heupe en skuif haar broekie af. Hierdie keer sit sy haar nie teë nie. Sy staan nou poedelkaal voor hom. Hy trek haar af tot op die mat en maak haar op haar rug lê. Hy gaan lê bo-oor haar in die 69-posisie met sy kop oor haar doos en sy groot, stywe piel bokant haar gesig. Hy maak haar bene oop en sy werk gretig saam. Sy kop verdwyn tussen haar bene in en hy begin vurig lek en suig aan haar poes. Ek kan aan die bewegings van haar bene en boude sien dit maak haar mal. Hy sprei haar poeslippe met sy vingers en neem haar klitoris tussen sy lippe. Hy begin liggies daaraan suig terwyl haar hande krampagtig aan hom klou. Haar kop wieg heen en weer en sy stywe piel tref haar teen die wang. Sy maak haar oë oop, sien hierdie monsterpiel voor haar en onwillekeurig maak sy haar mond oop en suig hom in haar mond in. Hy kreun en begin haar mond met lang diep hale te naai terwyl hy nog steeds liggies aan haar klit suig. Haar hande klou krampagtig aan sy onderlyf en haar heupe begin ritmies wieg. Ek besef sy gaan enige oomblik kom! Dan kreun sy hard as haar liggaam ritmies begin ruk in die spasmas van 'n intense orgasme! Roelof wag tot sy bedaar en draai dan om. Hy gaan lê met sy gesig bokant hare en sy onderlyf tussen haar bene. Sy stywe piel druk teen haar nat poes. "Moenie! Wag..." sê sy. "Ek sal jou afsuig. Moenie dit insit nie." Maar Roelof se piel het nou sy denke oorgeneem. Hy steek sy piel herhaaldelik teen haar nat poes, hopende om dit in te kry. "Asseblief..." pleit sy. "Moenie..! Wat van Riaan? Ons kan dit nie aan hom doen nie..." Maar Roelof lig haar knieë en stoot weer vorentoe. Hierdie keer is hy gelukkig. Sy pielkop beland in die sopnat gleuf van haar poes en tref die ingang van haar vagina. Hy stoot hard vorentoe en sy piel gly moeiteloos heeltemal in die sagte, nat, warm voue van haar poes in. Sy kreun hard. Hy lê vir 'n ruk stil op haar, sy piel weggebêre in haar warm poes. Sy beweeg nie. Dan lig sy haar knieë en vou haar bene om sy lyf. Al haar weerstand verdwyn soos mis voor die son! Hy begin haar ritmies naai en vanwaar ek staan kan ek duidelik sien hoe sy piel elke slag tot teen sy eiers in haar poes in verdwyn net om feitlik onmiddellik weer blink en sopnat te voorskyn te kom. Sy neem sy kop tussen haar hande en soen hom diep en intens op die mond. Haar heupe begin beweeg op die maat van syne en haar naels vreet in die vleis van sy rug in. Hy naai haar met lang, diep, stadige hale. Dan stop Roelof en rol van haar af. Sy lyk verbaas en effens teleurgesteld. Dan draai hy haar op haar hande en knieë en gaan kniel agter haar. Hy glip weer sy piel moeiteloos in haar sopnat poes in en sy ontvang dit maar te gretig. Hy begin haar met lang hale te naai. Hy leun vooroor en met sy een hand speel hy met haar swaaiende tiete terwyl die vingers van sy ander hand voor tussen haar bene in verdwyn om met haar klitoris te speel. Gou raak dit vir haar weer te veel en sy ontplof in nog 'n hewige orgasme. Haar liggaam ruk herhaaldelik en dan val sy uitasem vooroor. Roelof staan op en gaan sit op die rusbank om haar kans te gee om te herstel. Sy kyk na hom en staan op. Sy gaan staan voor hom en kniel wydsbeen oor hom. Sy neem sy stywe nat piel in haar hand en sak haar poes af op dit. Roelof sug as die warm, sagte voue van haar poes om sy pielkop vou. Sy gaan sit met haar volle gewig op sy piel totdat haar boude sy eiers teen sy bobene vasdruk. Hy neem haar tepel in sy mond en suig lustig aan haar tiet. Dan begin haar heupe beweeg en sy begin om hom met 'n passie te naai! Weer sien ek hoe verdwyn daai nat, bleek piel elke slag tot teen sy eiers in my vrou se honger poes in. Hulle tempo neem toe en uiteindelik gryp hy haar heupe vas. Met 'n luide kreun steek hy sy piel so diep as wat hy kan in haar poes op terwyl hy haar aftrek op hom. Dan spuit hy straal na straal warm pêrelwit kom in haar poes op terwyl sy onderlyf krampagtig saamtrek. Dan word dit alles te veel vir my! Ek besef ek gaan enige oomblik kom. Ek trek haastig aan my voël en moet aan die potplant vashou om my balans te behou terwyl ek strale warm kom in die potplant se bak in spuit. Ek loer weer na onder. Roelof val moeg agteroor en sy bly sit op hom, sy slapwordende piel nog steeds in haar sopnat poes. Sy gaan lê met haar kop op sy skouer. Uiteindelik staan sy op en sy slap voël glip uit haar komdeurdrenkte poes en val op sy skoot. Hulle trek in stilte aan. Sy stap saam met hom tot by die voordeur en gee hom 'n piksoentjie op die wang. Hy vertrek sonder 'n woord. Ek trippel vinnig kamer toe en maak of ek slaap op die bed. Sy sluip die kamer binne en gaan badkamer toe. Ek hoor hoe sy stort. Sy kom weer die kamer in en trek haar nagrokkie aan. Sy kom lê agter my rug en trek my styf teen haar vas. Ons lê vir 'n lang ruk so. Sy dink ek slaap, maar ek kan tog nie. Sy ook nie. Ek wonder hoe ons sal reageer as ons weer in Roelof se geselskap is...