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I am a hetrosexual male. The last time i had a woman was 22years ago. Since then -even though I've longed too - I haven't had the privelage of riding another. She was the only woman that I rode consistently for 21 years.
In our early days, I cocked her regularly first thing in the morning last thing at night - and maybe once or twice during the day if I sensed that she was up for it when I 'ran my hand on her' up under her skirt and down the front of her knickers to feel and finger her hairy little quim to check that she was in moist and in heat. Back then i could keep poking her without coming for at least two hours and she would give as good as she got. Anywhere on the farm would do. In the hayshed, up against a tree in the orchard or in the long grass meadow. If she wasn't up for it I would never force her and she would toss me off instead. Being trained to milk cows by hand she could do it expertly always knowing when to ease off and to let the seed flow when she knew I couldn't hold back anymore. In the latter years of our relationship I mounted her at least once a week.
After we were married her aunt came to stay with us for awhile. She was a 40 year old widow, her husband was killed in a car accident shortly after they were married. For her age she was a handsome woman a well rounded brunette with full bouncing tits and a high firm arse. My wife hinted that she was 'a goer' in her day, flirted shamelessly, and would have had no shortage of men to satisfy her.
I had already worked that out for myself. She was only with us a day or two when I sensed she was up for it. Sitting across from me while watching TV she frequently teased me by opening and crossing her legs, flashing at me sometimes the bulge in her knickers, sometimes with no knickers, displaying to me a long tightly closed hairy pink slit.
Our house was small. We slept in one room and the aunt slept in the adjoining room. At night I would get my own back on her by leaving our door ajar. Our lovemaking would have been quiet vocal and even without the door open she would hear most of it through the thin dividing wall. But so that she could hear the wetness of it, the slipping and sliding, the coarseness of it all, I ensured that the partially open door would leave her gagging for it out there while she fingered herself to sleep. And I wasn't dissapointed. When I had dismounted and started to settle down for the night. I frequently heard the clicking of her wetness and her soft moans as she finally worked herself off. The downside was that by then I would have a horn on me again thinking of her and ready to ride to the cunt off her giving the glimmer of a chance
One night I got a surprise. We usually finished off in my favourite doggy position. I was close to planting my seed in the hairy furrow underneath me when i heard the door creak. When I looked towards it there was aunty in her nightly peeping in. Instead of jumping off in shock. I looked at her teasingly turning slightly to one side while slowly withdrawing my cock until the knob popped out with a wet click. Looking down at it, my iron bar was glistening and steaming in the coolness of the night air. Then carefully aiming I slowly planted it back up until my balls swung snugly into the hairy nest below them. Ready to spill my milk, I methodically began to rut the wife while grapping her tits with my palms. From her experience I have no doubt that aunty would have sensed that I was about to spill. In my excitement I almost forgot that she was watching until I felt the coolness of her hand cup my balls from behind. I jumped in surprise as she expertly squeeze them while my seed shot from them like molten lead up the discharge pipe of my hard stem to its final destination into the hairy milkly wet cavern that awaited it.....(to be contd.)
In our early days, I cocked her regularly first thing in the morning last thing at night - and maybe once or twice during the day if I sensed that she was up for it when I 'ran my hand on her' up under her skirt and down the front of her knickers to feel and finger her hairy little quim to check that she was in moist and in heat. Back then i could keep poking her without coming for at least two hours and she would give as good as she got. Anywhere on the farm would do. In the hayshed, up against a tree in the orchard or in the long grass meadow. If she wasn't up for it I would never force her and she would toss me off instead. Being trained to milk cows by hand she could do it expertly always knowing when to ease off and to let the seed flow when she knew I couldn't hold back anymore. In the latter years of our relationship I mounted her at least once a week.
After we were married her aunt came to stay with us for awhile. She was a 40 year old widow, her husband was killed in a car accident shortly after they were married. For her age she was a handsome woman a well rounded brunette with full bouncing tits and a high firm arse. My wife hinted that she was 'a goer' in her day, flirted shamelessly, and would have had no shortage of men to satisfy her.
I had already worked that out for myself. She was only with us a day or two when I sensed she was up for it. Sitting across from me while watching TV she frequently teased me by opening and crossing her legs, flashing at me sometimes the bulge in her knickers, sometimes with no knickers, displaying to me a long tightly closed hairy pink slit.
Our house was small. We slept in one room and the aunt slept in the adjoining room. At night I would get my own back on her by leaving our door ajar. Our lovemaking would have been quiet vocal and even without the door open she would hear most of it through the thin dividing wall. But so that she could hear the wetness of it, the slipping and sliding, the coarseness of it all, I ensured that the partially open door would leave her gagging for it out there while she fingered herself to sleep. And I wasn't dissapointed. When I had dismounted and started to settle down for the night. I frequently heard the clicking of her wetness and her soft moans as she finally worked herself off. The downside was that by then I would have a horn on me again thinking of her and ready to ride to the cunt off her giving the glimmer of a chance
One night I got a surprise. We usually finished off in my favourite doggy position. I was close to planting my seed in the hairy furrow underneath me when i heard the door creak. When I looked towards it there was aunty in her nightly peeping in. Instead of jumping off in shock. I looked at her teasingly turning slightly to one side while slowly withdrawing my cock until the knob popped out with a wet click. Looking down at it, my iron bar was glistening and steaming in the coolness of the night air. Then carefully aiming I slowly planted it back up until my balls swung snugly into the hairy nest below them. Ready to spill my milk, I methodically began to rut the wife while grapping her tits with my palms. From her experience I have no doubt that aunty would have sensed that I was about to spill. In my excitement I almost forgot that she was watching until I felt the coolness of her hand cup my balls from behind. I jumped in surprise as she expertly squeeze them while my seed shot from them like molten lead up the discharge pipe of my hard stem to its final destination into the hairy milkly wet cavern that awaited it.....(to be contd.)
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