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She was tossing to and fro, though, and I had to finally hold her by her hips so I could make contact with her pussy. She had, by this time, reached down and gotten her hands on her thighs just above her knees and was holding her legs straight up in the air and out of my way. I really had access to that cute little glistening love nest. By the time I had made a couple of trips around and in and out doing this, Kathi was moaning and groaning; kicking her legs straight out and bringing them back into her body and straight over head, over and over again. Then, she began asking me to "Please put it in, please I want it in, oh please, oh please, just fuck me and don't waste a drop of that precious jizz. Please put it in, put in, put in, put in, oh, god! please put it in. I want it so bad.Please make me have a baby. Don't waste any, please."
I couldn't resist these entreaties to fuck her, so I rose out of the water, dripping wet, got my knees against the wooden end of the tub and aiming my dick with my right hand, slid her forward another couple of inches and shot it about half way in with one shove.She let out a moan, her eyelids fluttering and my breath was coming in bursts and gasps and I did what she asked me to do.
I buried it to the hilt and came almost immediately. I let loose a flood of juice into her pussy and when I did that, she wrapped her legs around my middle and held me in a vice grip so tight that I couldn't have broken it had I wanted to. I didn't want to. The tightness of her cunt around my dick, her shuddering orgasms and her cries of, "don't waste any, don't take it out, oh, please, I want every drop, don't waste it, make me have a baby", were more than I could stand. I clamped my lips on her pouty mouth and kissed her like crazy and then I started to wiggle my ass and hips around while I was still buried to the hilt in her cute cunt.
Strangely, I was soft, but came again. I didn't know I could do that, but she felt it and shuddered out with, "Oh, god, that's good. Hold still so we don't lose any. I want a baby so bad, I don't want one drop to slide out and be wasted. Just hold still and let it soak in. I don't know how long it takes sperm to reach my eggs, but let's not disturb it. I want them to have every chance to get there. Just lay on top and let the sperm find my eggs. Please hold still."I did hold still. It wasn't easy, though, and, besides, the rough wooden edge of the tub was beginning to get to my knees. She was so warm, so tight and so wet, and she was holding me in such a vice grip with her legs and I could feel her vaginal muscles pulsing around my dick that I started to get hard almost immediately and thought I was going to have to start pumping again.I knew, though, that she didn't want to take a chance and have any of my jizz pumped out; not yet, anyway.So, I just kneeled there trying to keep from getting hard again and, above all trying to keep it from slipping out. It was not to be. As my pecker shriveled it just naturally slipped out and when it did our love juices just came out with it and stained the wooden planking of the table.
She could feel it and started wailing about wasting it and not having a chance to have a baby and on and on.I tried to calm her by telling her there was more where that came from and for her not to fret. Shit, I told her she had enough in her to create 2 billion me's.She calmed a bit and relaxed staring at the blue sky.Then she said, "Ed. Do you want to know something?You kissed my pussy and licked it with your tongue.That was really terrific. Nobody has ever done that to me before. My husband thinks only queers do that sort of thing. He is the sort to stick it in, cum, pull it out, have a cigarette and go to sleep sort of guy.Know what I mean? What I'm tryin' to say is, I enjoyed it almost as much as havin' your prick explode inside me. Wow, that felt good. Can we do it again? Soon?"I assured her this was part and parcel of good lovemaking and I considered myself and expert at this game. I told her, too, that I enjoyed our session just as much as she did, maybe more, and I wasn't about to stop as long as she felt her husband was not going to come barging in and raise hell. She assured me this would never happen, "because he just didn't give a shit one way or the other." I kissed her, then, and we both lay back on the table to soak up a little of that gorgeous mountain August sun. After we had rested there for several minutes, she rolled over to face me and said, "Ed, do you think your jizz has been in me long enough for the sperm to reach my eggs by now? I been holdin' my legs tight together so none would leak out. Is that okay to do?"
I didn't know for sure, I said, but was reasonably sure that something was bound to happen sooner or later.This satisfied her and we both got up and went inside.My clothes had not gotten washed, so she put on her dress and went back out to the trough and washed my underwear and pants and my shirt. I sat sipping on another cold lemonade, I watched her as she worked and I mulled over in my mind all that she had told me about her so called "marriage" and what had transpired between the two of them over the past several years and my heart went out to this little waif, a cute little waif, but a waif, none-the-less and one that certainly didn't deserve such treatment by any man.
Upon finishing with the washing, she hung them up to dry and then came skipping [yep, skipping] back to the kitchen. She was just like a little kid, but a grown up little kid. She grabbed me and hugged hard, kissing me on the mouth and said, "I'm glad God sent you to me.You make me so happy. Can you stay for awhile?" l yes I would stay for awhile. I had nothing better to do.As a matter of fact, I told her tomorrow I'd take a five gallon can of gas down to get my truck going and then I would go to the motel, pay my bill and come on back here to stay as long as she wanted me around. Shit, I thought she was going to have apoplexy the way she carried on, jumping around and yelling and laughing and crying all at the same time. If an outsider had been witness to this, he would have sworn that someone had just given her a reprieve from a death sentence. "You'll never know how happy you made me feel with what you just said. Oh, I'll be so good to you. I'll cook for you, I'll wash yore clothes, I'll keep ya' warm at night, I'll love ya' and I'll treat ya' bettern' ya' ever been treated before. You won't need to ask for anything. I'll just think of it first. All I want you to promise is that anytime I want you to fuck me, you won't say no. I want a baby so bad I can taste it and yore the one I want to have it by. Is that a bargain?""Hey, it sure is, but you don't have to promise all that stuff. I'll stay here with you until you old man gets back and then I'll be on my way. And, as far as keeping you well fucked, you don't need to even ask.Any man who would turn down a cute little piece of ass like you would be out of his mind. It's getting dark, so why don't you fix a bite to eat and we'll hit the sack and start all over tomorrow. How about that?"With that she took me by the hair, lifted my head up and kissed me long and lovingly and, as she did, took my right hand and put it up under her dress and rubbed her cunt with it and said, "Okay, we'll go to bed and fuck all night. Game, Ed?"I was willing, but not sure I was able to do it all night. After eating, we did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, fed the dogs and the livestock and while doing that, had a couple of quickies while rolling around in the sweet smelling hay. Nothing great, just a quick thrust into her cunt, or sitting her on a bale of hay to kiss and lick her pussy a few times or just to hold her and roll around in the soft carpet of hay that covered the barn floor. Jesus, this was some gal.
She wore nothing and neither did I so I could, as she said, "Put it in without messing with clothes." We did, I did and she did. We ran around this old barn like two kids. Every time I caught her she would flop into the position she wanted to be in to receive my cock and I'd shoot it in or she'd take me in her mouth and suck me for a few seconds and then be off and running to hide somewhere else.
There was a ladder to the loft, for instance, and she started climbing that, I caught her about the third rung, she swung around and clamped her legs around my neck and I buried my face in her cunt and started licking while she hung by her hands from the rung above. Terrific sex play.
Then she let go and I walked around the barn with her sitting on my shoulders with her cunt on my mouth and talking at the same time. She thought that was hilarious, for sure. Try that sometime folks. Get your wife or girl friend up on your shoulders, facing you, have her wrap her legs around your neck and get your mouth buried in her pussy and recite the Preamble to the Constitution as you walk around the area. Your girl will stay with you forever. By the time we finished with these chores it was time to go to bed, so we washed up and climbed in the sack.Even if it was early August, the nights at this elevation got damn cold and if felt good to have this warm, little naked body snuggled up against me.
After we settled in and curled up, she started in with reaching around and playing with my big prick. When she had messed with it long enough, it started to get hard and she squealed with glee. Taking me by the right hip, she turned me toward her and began to kiss me all over my groin area. She kissed my dong, my balls, under my balls, sucked on my prick and it didn't take long for it to get hard as a rock and, rolling over on her back, asked me to put it in and make a baby.
I was more than willing, but wanted to have a teeny bit of foreplay first, but she wouldn't hear of it. She wanted to be loaded with jizz again and wanted to be able to keep it "in all night so she would have a better chance to get knocked up" [her words].
She spread her legs, I climbed on, she guided my dick into her cunt and I started pumping. She went, literally, bananas. The sounds, most of them grunts and guttural sounds, excited hell out of me and it didn't take too many pumps of my dong before I stiffened and shot her full once again.
As my dick was pumping into her cunt, she wrapped her cute little legs around my back and pulled me down tight and held me there in this vise grip and said, "Oh, god that was good, but don't pull out, don't get off, just roll over on your side and I'll roll with you and let's go to sleep with it in." As uncomfortable as it was with her leg under me, I did go to sleep and it was breaking daylight before I was able to come awake.The next day was spent, after breakfast, [she sure as hell could cook] making preparations to go after my truck. She was all for taking the two mules she had and dragging the truck back, but I opted for what I hoped would be and easier way; taking one mule and a 5 gallon can of gas, going to the truck, filling it up and we'd tie the mule on the back of the truck and slow drive back home with everything intact.
She, finally, gave in on this and suggested it would be a long ride both ways so she would fix a picnic basket of goodies and we could munch going and coming. The trip was a riot. We couldn't go 15 miles before she wanted me to "Put it in and give her another chance to get pregnant".
We would drive for a little while, I would pull off into a nice shady glen of some sort, get out, and lie in the shade and after some preliminary kissing and sucking and feeling, I'd put it in, shoot her full of jizz and she would lay back "to let it soak in good" and we'd be on our way. We got back home about a half hour before dark, fed the animals and then she let out a loud, "Oh, my husband must be home!" "What do you mean? How do you know without going to the house?" "His burro is here in his stall and he never comes back without Paul. As a matter of fact, I don't think he could find his way back without being led home.""Well, I don't know about that. Animals have a strong homing instinct. But, let's go up to the house and see. If he had been home, though, I'm sure he would have heard the truck come in and heard us fooling around in the barn." No one was there and no one had been there. So, taking a lantern, we went back to examine the burro.
I don't know why I wanted to do this, but I had a strong hunch something had happened to Paul. Sure enough, on the donkey's harness there was a note which read, "Kathi. I've looked and looked for gold and can't find any. I've made a mess of your life and mine and I ain't gonna bother you no more. In the tin box in the cupboard are the deeds to both places. They're yours. Why don't you find yourself a nice guy, get married and settle down. Have kids, lots of them. Good luck. Sorry. Paul. P.S. We ain't married. Never was. He was just a good actor friend of mine. Paul."Kathi looked at me with those big round eyes, now glistening with tears and said, "He ran away. He just up and ran away. I always knew he wasn't no real man.He just ran away. Now I'm all alone. What am I gonna do, Ed. I'm scared to death of bein' alone. What am I gonna do?"That was easy. I hadn't known her very long, but the short time the two of us had been together were some of the most enjoyable I have ever lived. I just took her in my arms, pulled her in as tight as I could and she snuggled her head on my chest and I said, "No, no. You're not alone. You have me. Would you be so kind as to marry me if I ask you real nice? If you say yes, I'm going to take your dress off, lay you down in this nice soft hay and I'm going to fuck you silly. You want to be knocked up? Honey, I'm going to knock you up so high you'll be spitting out kids like lemon drops out of a candy machine. What do you say?"She pulled my head down, looked soulfully into my eyes, gave me a big wet kiss and whispered in my ear, "Oh, Ed, my precious, yes I'll marry you." She kissed my ear, then, and continued, "Can marriage wait until we lie down in this hay and fuck a couple of times?" It sure could and did.
Oh, for those interested enough to want to know. We've been married for 6 years, now. The first baby was a boy; a 9 pounder, big and strong and a dead ringer for me; named Ed, Jr., of course. Born, by the way, exactly 273 days after our first session in the horse trough, which, by the way happened on August 11th., my first day with Kathi. Then two girls came along and just a few months ago another big boy. We're cutting back as of last night, though; four is enough, but we can't stop fucking. She wants it now, more than ever before and who the hell am I to refuse such a simple request. Not me, friend. Not me. We still go up to the "farm" and spend the kids' summer vacation.
When it gets too cold we lock it up and head down to the valley floor where it's warmer. It isn't a farm at all, just a cabin, a barn and some outhouses, but it's ours. So, is the other place.
Her husband, by the way, didn't really run off and leave her. We saw it in the papers about three weeks after he didn't return. His gold mine wasn't a gold mine; it was a place for raising marijuana plants, that's were he got his money, and he is now serving some time trying to satisfy the authorities.