Emporia is a pretty big town, but it isn't a city by any means. It's about twelve blocks from one side to the other, wherever you start, and then you're either at one of the rivers or on somebody's farm. But there's quite a bit of land right around the town that doesn't get farmed because it floods every time one of the rivers rises. And there's lots of willow and rushes and young poplar so walking to the river is like walking through a miniature forest. The kids mostly like the Cottonwood because it's broader and deeper and has stretches where there's sand on the banks and a rocky bottom; it's just more fun to play in.
But Neosho is a quieter, moodier river. Willows grow right along the bank and hang out over the water. And the poplars and cottonwoods grow up through them and their boughs spread way out across the middle of the river and get mixed up with the branches of trees on the other side and it's sort of subdued like a great big church. In the summer there's a humming from bees and chirping from different kinds of birds. And the frogs make a racket and when you hear a splash out in the water you don't know whether it's because a frog jumped in or a fish was leaping for one of the low-dipping dragonflies.
It's sort of steamy, too, because summer days are so hot there and everything's so moist along the bank. And there's a greenish mistiness to the light under all those trees so it's a little like being in some kind of fairy-land.
Eric and I found a place in a bend of the river where the water had cut a shelf under an overhanging bank and then receded, letting a carpet of grass grow, with tiny wildflowers peeking through it. We sat there and let the magic of the place get to us, with Eric skipping a flat stone across the mirror-face of the water once in awhile and a kingfisher squawking and jumping into the air when he did. We got all sentimental telling each other about when we were kids and what our folks were like and… Well, first thing I knew we'd sort of drifted into talking about how, kids ought to behave and that brought up how they ought to be trained and led right into what our kids were going to be like.
I think men like to think about what their kids are going to be like. I think they just like to think about the idea of having kids call them Daddy. Anyhow, Eric got to looking all dreamy and he lay back on the grass with his hands folded under the back of his head and stared up into the trees and got a tender, contented note in his voice. And I'd been sitting right beside him, so I sort of twisted around and bent over him with one hand braced on the grass on the other side of his chest. He put one arm around me and pulled me down on him and held me while we talked. And one of my boobies was being crushed on his chest and I was feeling all warm and gushy inside and kind of sweaty where my thighs pressed together.
That wasn't real comfortable so I twisted some more, so I could get my legs stretched out and my ankles crossed and lean on my elbow and let both boobies settle on his chest without getting squashed. I ran my fingers through the hair at his temples and traced across his lips lightly with one fingernail so it tickled him. And he yanked me down and kissed me real hard to make the tickle go away. His fingers began squeezing the flesh on my back, finding spots where it was soft and kneading it and rubbing gently. It wasn't Emporia to me any more, or the bank of the Neosho River in Lyon County, Kansas. It was some magic corner right outside heaven where there wasn't any time or unhappiness or busy, grubby little people scrambling around for a living. There were just Eric and me and a dragonfly hovering out there over the water. I loved Eric – had loved him from the first time I'd seen him – and for the first time knew I was going to live with him the rest of my life. It wasn't going to be perfect; I knew that. He had his work and that was important to him. And maybe we'd have lots of times when we didn't have enough money… or couldn't agree on the kind of curtains for the living room… or got jealous or something. But he'd be there and I'd make it work.
The humming bees and chirping, fluttering birds and hovering dragonflies were getting awfully unimportant. There were feelings racing through me that didn't have anything to do with the river or the warmth of the day. Delicious tingling sensations raced back and forth over me and my skin felt all prickly and moist and my pussy twitched so hard I tightened my ass-cheeks and jammed my belly hard against the softness of the thick grass. Eric's hands weren't just kneading, either. I mean, not in one spot. They were wandering all over and he was kissing me so hard I could hardly catch my breath.
He was having the same trouble. His chest was kind of heaving and his breath hit my cheek in hot, short puffs that made me tingle all the way to my toes. One of his hands got hold of my bottom and massaged the soft, rounded hump of an ass-cheek and the other was feeling along my side right close to my boobie. I rocked that side up so the breast came off his chest where he could get hold of it and he cupped his big, rough hand around it and babied it while I thrilled to the warm familiarity.
Eric knew what he wanted to do and didn't waste a lot of time getting ready. He worked his hand inside my blouse and eased my bra off that breast and got his hand full of the quivering, sweat-moist flesh. He trapped the nipple between two fingers and sort of rolled it back and forth while it swelled and hardened and shot jagged feelings of pleasure into me.
I wasn't just breathing hard by then; I was panting and squirming. I was rocking my mouth on his so I could feel his teeth through his lips and so my own teeth jabbed into my lips so I thought they'd draw blood. And my tongue was exploring along the full, wet thickness of his mouth and he was sucking at it and gulping it in and threatening to pull it right out by the roots. His body had gotten all tense and hard and I was rubbing my other tit on him and twisting my hips from side to side, trying to rub my pulsing, hungry pussy against the firmness of the ground.
His hand felt down the back of one of my legs to the hem of the short walking skirt I'd worn and found bare skin and started stroking back up, the skirt riding on his wrist. He got hold of my ass-cheek through the flimsy nylon of my panties and squeezed and rubbed some more and I couldn't keep my ankles crossed. My knees just wouldn't stay together. They kept inching apart and I kept rotating my hips so my butt got tighter and my pussy got tighter to the ground.
He got his fingers at the waist of my panties and slipped them inside, working the warm tips over the rounded, trembling, damp mounds of my buttocks. The creases, where my butt met my thighs, were real damp with perspiration and I was almost embarrassed when his fingers lingered there, rubbing slowly from side to side. But I didn't really care. All I could do was push my knees further apart and wait for his hand to plunge into the steaming, throbbing, eager softness of my pussy.
"Eric! Mmmm… Eric… love…!" I whispered against his wet mouth. "Mmmmm…! Mmmm, Eric honey!"
His hand got past my bottom and his fingers slid into the gooey heat between my pussy-lips. God! I couldn't help myself! My hips jerked and pushed my ass right into the air while he stuck one finger right up my cunt! I wiggled around on that blunt, thick, calloused finger while he pushed it back and forth in me. And all of a sudden a wave of fiery excitement a hundred times harder than I'd been feeling swept over me and I smacked my belly on the ground and clamped my thighs together to crush my whole pussy against the hardness of his knuckles.
"Eric!" I mumbled into his mouth again. "Mmm, Eric, fuck me, honey! Now, puleeease!"
He pulled his hand away from my pussy and used both hands on my shoulders to raise me away from his kiss. "You mean that, baby? You sure you want me to now?" And he stared into my eyes.
I could feel tears of happiness staring and he got blurry. "Yes! Oh, God, yes, honey! I do!"
He made a happy, contented grunting sound and pushed me even further up. I braced myself on my hands while he reached under me to unbutton my blouse and push my bra up close to my neck so my boobs hung out in the open. And he pulled me further up and took one nipple in his mouth, then the whole front of my tit, and sucked it and rubbed it with his tongue. And while he was sucking on it he was reaching down to work my panties over my taut ass-cheeks and down into my thighs. I squirmed enough to get the panties off and then settled on one forearm, letting him keep sucking while I felt for the zipper of his fly.
I got it open, then hesitated a minute before I could get up the nerve to stick my hand inside. When I did, I gasped. God, it was such a big, hot, hairy cock! Stiff and knobby, it was almost too big for my fingers to go around it! And it felt heavy! But I pulled it into the open and squeezed it, my hand jerking up and down on it and feeling the spongy firmness of the foreskin when I tried to caress the head.
Eric groaned a little bit and grabbed at my pussy again, hauling me on top of him and making me straddle his waist. I lay on him, my tit still in his mouth and my hand clinging fiercely to that glorious, massive prick while my pussy-hair got squashed on my own hand and the wet, twitching, meaty cockhead.
He had both hands on the backs of my thighs right below my ass-cheeks and the fingers were pulling my greedy, trembling, swollen pussy-lips apart and feeling again for my cunt-mouth. He reached the rubbery, gaping rim from both sides at the same time. His fingers pulled it open and rubbed around its curvature, poking at the delicate, soft lobes that lined the opening and stretching me as if he needed to get me ready for that awesome, brutal cockhead.
I was ready, I was ready! Jesus! My hips were churning and my ass-cheeks were snapping at each other and my pussy was on fire! But if we were going to fuck right there by the river it didn't seem right to do it as if we were in the back seat of a car. I wanted Eric to be able to see and feel all of me that first time!
"Eric!" I panted. "Eric, let me get undressed for you! All the way, honey!"
"You sure you want to? You're, not afraid of somebody coming by?"
"I'm not scared! Oh, please, Eric?"
"Okay! Jesus, yes! Go ahead!"
So I scrambled up and tore off my blouse and wiggled out of my bra and let my skirt slither down over my legs. And I kicked off my shoes and socks and stood on the balls of my feet and stretched, my arms way up over my head. And Eric grunted suddenly as if somebody had knocked the wind out of him.
"Oof…! Oh, Jesus, what a body!"
I sensed he hadn't expected the figure I had. With a skip, I whirled away from him to the very edge of the water and posed again. He whistled real softly and jerked off his clothes.
"Damn, baby! You're just gorgeous!"
I was having trouble making my throat behave. I kept gulping and working my mouth, but I couldn't have said anything if my life had depended on it. All I could do was stare at that magnificent, enormous, bulky pecker that jutted so awesomely in front of his belly and the ponderous balls that swung below it.
Finally I got my voice working again. "Omigod, honey! Let's fuck quick before I lose my nerve!"
I ran back to him and let him grab me in his arms and swing me off my feet. And I let him lay me on the grass and pulled my knees up and spread them as wide as I could. I knew what was happening to my pussy. The lips were swollen; the outer, hairy slopes were folded toward my thighs, round-curved and dark and soft. The inner faces were gleaming pinkly, coated with the thickening wetness of my desire and their color darkened by the rush of hot blood. Between them the broad trough of my slit glistened and pulsed and the thick-rimmed mouth of my cunt gaped open for his cock, ringing the blackness of the cavity he was going to fill. My boobies were still mounded, their pale, veined, translucent flesh quivering and their hard, darkened, puckered nipples thrusting defiantly upward, anticipating the weight of his broad, golden-haired chest.
His eyes were shining and the tip of his tongue was wetting his lips as he dropped to his knees between mine. He ran his hands tenderly over the inner, taut surfaces of my thighs and touched the puffy flesh at the edge of my clitoris with one fingertip, then slowly passed his hands upward along my body to grasp my boobs in his palms.
"Holy Christ!" he exclaimed in a whisper. "What a body!"
And he lowered himself into the embrace of my thighs, the thick foreskin halfway withdrawn off the dark bulge of his cockhead before the frightening knob vanished from my view and settled into the fiery heat of my pussy. I felt the hard bulb nudge my cunt-rim and let my hips surge, thrusting my cunt hard against the rigid cock just as his hips snapped forward to drive the brutal head through my stretching opening.
"Ahhhh…! Oooh, honnney…!"
The great, blunt cockhead drove to the core of my belly. A delicious, quivering, warm sense of pressure built among my organs, pleasure rippling through me in gentle, sweet waves. I cried with happiness, clinging to his great, muscular shoulders and clamping my thighs on the bristling bulges of his.
His cock-shaft pistoned in and out of the slippery, tight-clutching rim of my cunt-mouth, plunging inward with a giddy rush until the broad, hard structure at its base crashed against my pussy, then dragging back, its ribbed column slipping outward and pulling the bulging cockhead with it until the flared shoulders of the head jerked at the greedy cunt-mouth. The muscles of my inner thighs rolled under his plunges and my belly writhed from the inner flood of pleasure.
"Unnnggg…! Harrrrderrr…! Deeeeeperrrrr…! Oooh, Honnneeey!"
"Hang on, baby…! Hang on…! Oooh!" His whisper was harsh andurgent.
My hips leaped under him, driving my pussy up and onto his stroking shaft with each of his lunges. And my ass flattened the grass and pounded it into the damp, spongy earth while my heels dug in frantically.
"Honey… Honey…fuck…! Fuck hard!"
"Grab me, baby! Grab me with your legs!"
I wrapped them around those thrusting hips, my heels drumming on his ass.
"Uuunnnnnnn…! Nowww…! Now, Honey!"
"Okay…! Mmmmm!"
"Eeeeeyyiii…! Ooooohhh…!"
"Aarghhh! Ummmph!"
"NnnNnnNnnnn… aaahhhhh…" My belly wrenched in spasms and my thighs held him in their vise-like grip.
He strained against me, boring my ass into the soft earth as he shot me full of his cum. The heat filled me and I seethed with delirious happiness. We shook in the grip of violent tremors and then sagged, overcome by the wild savagery of our mating.
"Oh, honey!" I whispered. "Honey, I do love you so!"
"Yeah," he muttered. "Yeah, I love you, too, puss."