Livin' In the Country
Chapter 20
To break the somber mood that had descended on Ms Marlowe I searched
around for one of her sweet spots and commenced stirring things up with a
vigorous application of tongue, lips and teeth. The lady responded rather
quickly and repositioned herself so that my nose was resting only a tongue's
length from her clit that was beginning to shuck off it covering so it could
come out and play. I did my imitation of a hound searching for the scent and she
giggled as my nose ran up and down that thin-lipped cunt she had specially
carved from her own flesh for use by only a select few. The more I explored, the
better things seemed to get. I could not believe my good luck. Here I was in the
company of a mature woman of the world who to all extents and purposes had just
received a complete body makeover that took at least twenty-five years off her
form. She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair as she whispered,
"Are you planning to stay for supper, or do you have a previous commitment that
you have to honor?"
I planted a wet, noisy kiss on that little nubbin of hard flesh that was
coming out to get some fresh air and replied. "I guess the only commitment I
have is to tan the hide of this fractious female who is currently trying to
seduce me to stay in her bed so we can exchange bodily fluids once more. I do
recall not having had much in the line of sustenance this day. I think in
realistic terms, supper would solve a number of issues. It would provide me with
more energy that could be put to use later as I flattened this lady's firm ass
with my belt until she was properly chastised. Then I'd probably have enough
interest and enthusiasm left to resume exchanging fluids with this by now very
contrite senior citizen that is currently lurking in the body of one at least
half her age." My little speech seemed to carry the day and so we got decent,
well as decent as the weather would allow, and headed down to the kitchen for
some supper.
Mimi hustled and bustled around in her kitchen and I just took in the
show and tried not to drool too much at what I was seeing. It was hard not to
get excited as I took in her pillowy breasts gently bouncing up and down on her
chest as she made one interesting movement after another. Her silver-gray hair
and motherly facial characteristics clashed with those firm mounds of flesh and
the gently rounded bowl of her stomach, not to mention her firm shapely thighs
that emerged from the colorful panties she wore. I'd never seen such a riot of
color due to the huge flower pattern that covered them. I couldn't help but
notice the white magnolia that seemed deliberately centered in the tight
pooching crotch of those silken panties. This was one classy lady and the more I
saw of what she had, the hotter I got. It was going to be a real challenge not
to declare an intermission here and now so we could retreat to her bedroom and
muss up the sheets once more.
Ms Marlowe must have read my mind because she gave a sound akin to a
teacher preparing to chide an unruly pupil. "I have invested enough time and
energy preparing this meal that I will not allow it to be side-tracked by a
certain individual's loss of self control. Now please assist me by getting the
table set while I put this into the oven. It will take perhaps thirty-five
minutes or so to cook properly, which is really not enough time for you and I to
find a comfortable place and position in which to allow ourselves the
opportunity to exchange bodily fluids once more. That delightful propect must be
held in abeyance until we have fortifed ourselves for what lies ahead this
evening."
I was awe struck at the words that tripped from her bee stung lips with
such facile grace and ease. I was in the presence of not only beauty but a
person of high intelligence who had been the beneficiary of a proper education.
At least that was my opinion at that moment in time. I felt like some love
struck high school student falling in love with his teacher. That did make me
laugh when I thought back to the way Ms. Marlowe was shamelessly cavorting,
coupling and copulating with that crazed mob of oversexed teens at my clambake.
Supper, as she decribed it, was anothe revelation. This gorgeous full
blown woman could cook. I mean really cook! What she had thrown together was
typical of the diet that we country folks ate every day of our lives, but she
had added a few tricks and subtracted some of the less perfect aspects of our
cusine to create something that was more than just edible. I was beginning to
have visions of Rhonda and her evil brood being flung head first off of my front
porch while my new lady friend, who looked a lot like Ms Marlowe, beamed happily
in my direction. Better yet, standing just behind this vision of loveliness
stood a set of blonde twins that appeared at first glance to resemble the
Tolliver girls. To make my wet dream even more exciting, this diminutive
darling, in a corset that turned her sleek body into an hour glass featuring
astounding breasts, stood by the twins smiling and blowing me a kiss as I
launched Rhonda's feebleminded son , Jack, into an orbit that would lead to him
touching down right next to the hog feeder.
"A penny for your thoughts." Her voice made me feel as if someone was
tickling me behind the ear and I did everything but lose control of my back
leg. It was a most embarrassing moment, almost like being caught with your pants
down and your dick in one hand. Quick as a flash I lied to her, in a sense,
then realized that I was speaking the truth. I could see the funny look on her
face when I told her I was just tossing a few things around in my mind, and then
burst into laughter at what I had just uttered.
Ms Marlowe offered two types of dessert, one being peach cobbler and the
other being her own peach to be served upstairs in the comfort of her bed. I was
stuffed like a Christmas goose, but courtesy demanded I sample her baking. She
cautioned me about having too much to eat, a situation that had more than once
left her in a lurch, so to speak. I replied by questioning what kind of swain
would substitute food, even her cooking, for the opportunity of an even more
delicious feast involving the cook. She smiled and declared that since her
surgeries she had not had to address this issue. My chest and another portion of
my body swelled with a mixture of pride and lust.
We compromised a bit by doing the dishes, something alien to me in the
past, but this was the new me in a new set of circumstances. She washed, I dried
and she and I put them away while enjoying a little hanky panky involving
certain features of her anatomy being petted, patted, pinched, poked, probed and
even prodded, all in a friendly matter I might add. This in turn led to her
suggesting that a nice refreshing shower might be in order before we adjorned to
the friendly field of strife also known as her bed. I could not ever recall
having to shower more than once in a day in all the years I'd been living in the
country.This of course did not count the incidences when this was a requirement
while I was employed as a stunt cock for E-cubed Enterprises, and had to work
long hours under hot lights, often with young ladies that were not at the peak
of freshness shall we say.
Deciding that an additional shower would cause no reduction in my libido
and might gain me some extra advantages with my lovely, surgically altered
bedmate, made the decision an easy one, or as we used to say in La La Land, a
no-brainer. Now let me tell you, showering with a naked lady who has all the
right things in all the right places and is almost as hot to trot as you are is
not an easy task to handle. My erection kept getting in the way of progress and
soon I discovered myself on bended knees licking the shaven pubes of Ms Mimi
Marlowe and trying my best not to take on too much water as it cascaded down
upon us.
Toweling off was another challenge, especially when she asked me to
first do her back, then move down to her firm rounded ass and then do some
serious drying in that crack between those rounded cheeks that by now were rosy
and ready for funning. In return she made sure that my private parts were well
attended to, but I thought it a bit unfair when she kissed the head of my pecker
and then swabbed the length of my stiff appendage with her pebbled tongue. I
nearly lost it then and there. That woman was a demon incarnate at times. I
wonder to this day what might have occurred if I had an accident at this point;
then I put that ugly thought from my mind because nearly all of the options that
remain were negative in the extreme.
We played the "after you, no, after you" game for a few minutes once we
were comfortably ensconced in her bed. I then took the bull by the horns and
went down on the lady in question, gaining some style points as I tongued her
like that pussy was made out of ice cream. She oohed and aahed for the longest
time, but her cunt remained dry as dust, quite a surprise given her earlier
performance this very day. I began to become frustrated, snuffling around inside
her private preserve like a hound trying to pick up the scent of its quarry.
Next on the agenda I checked the location where last I had seen her clitoris and
discovered that the little nubbin of flesh was still under the covers so to
speak.
I will never quite understand what possessed me to do what I did, but
without any consideration whatsoever I gave Ms Marlowe's clit a wake up call by
nipping it with my teeth right through the hood. My companion tried to levitate
herself off the bed at the same time she let out a screech that would have done
an owl proud. I grabbed her by the tits and applied some pressure to those
ersatz beauties. This time she let out a moan that turned into a howl as I
squeezed those firm fun bags, noticing that their texture and consistency was
quite lifelike. The next thing I knew she went on the offensive, grabbing me by
the hair and jamming my face down and into her snatch which had gone from arid
to squishing in no time flat. I could not believe the amount of pussy juice that
was issuing from that cunt. I did my best to lap up as much of it as I could to
avoid drowning in her bed. I knew that would make a very embarrassing headline
and perhaps even a short human interest story on one of the TV networks.
We did a pretty good impression of most of the wrestling events that
were showing these days. First I was on the bottom, then after a reverse, she
was. I caught an accidental knee to the groin that doubled me up but when she
tried it a second time I accidently responded in kind, nailing her right in the
cunt and taking all the air out of her lungs. We then locked each other up in a
joint death grip, her hands around my family jewels and mine around her neck.
Then we kissed and made up as our tongues explored the others mouth and found it
to be a good thing.
Then I pinned her to the mattress and proceeded to nail her good and
proper. The harder I drilled her the more she pushed back. The faster I reamed
her out the more she gushed. The sheets were a mess and I had not yet delivered
anything resembling bodily fluids in this particular session. She kept urging me
to go deeper, even though I was bottoming out on every other stroke. The only
way I could be any deeper is if I punched my way into her uterus. I remember a
moment when I got a good look at her face; it was scary. She was literally
frothing at the mouth ,or all that drool made it look that way. Her eyes were
popping out of their sockets but they were unfocused and she was chewing on her
tongue and lips as she made incoherent sounds that were flat spooky.
At one time she actually flipped me over onto my back, mounted me and
rode my quivering body like a mad woman. Her pussy was clamped round my cock
like one of those anaconda snakes, squeezing the life out of the poor thing. I
did what any sane man on the verge of extinction would do, I started slapping
her ass for all I was worth, then when that only got her more heated up, I
started pounding my fists into her ribs. That worked just fine. Now it was my
turn to pin her to the sheets and hold on for dear life. I was afraid of getting
my face too close to her lest she take a chunk out of it.
If there was ever a Mexican standoff, this was it. I just did my best to
keep as many dangerous parts of this crazy lady restrained in one way or
another. Gradually her struggles came to a halt and she heaved a big sigh. "Damn
that was great! The next time though, you better use the cuffs on me or you're
liable to get hurt." I was totally flabbergasted to hear her say those words.
Then it dawned on me that I hadn't ever did what a man was supposed to do; my
prong was still like a steel bar jutting out from my loins. It poked into her
body, where, I wasn't even sure. She let out a giggle that broke the ice and
from there on everything was fine and dandy.
Mimi was most eager to make amends for her behavior which she described
as "wanton". I countered with "exuberant" which she graciously accepted. Then
she confessed that I was the first man to enjoy the charms of the new and
improved Mimi Marlowe and that she was having a difficult time of it learning to
operate her new body with its additional hormones and the like. I then
diplomatically asked if she was faking it when we had gone at it earlier. That
got me a sound cuffing about the head and shoulders, but her blows were in truth
love taps, as she could not control her laughter. "No you nasty pervert, I've
been holding myself back for fear of just what did occur when I let myself get
loose." Her reply made perfect sense to me.
Then I was treated to perhaps the best blowjob a man ever received. Now
you have to remember that Ms Mimi Marlowe was famous for her after school
courses on the subject of sex and the country girl. She had taught a generation
of youngsters the ins and outs of doing the nasty with a heavy emphasis on the
hands on approach. It was for this very reason that she had a devoted following
of young men and a few young women who never got over their first encounter with
the esteemed teacher. Now try to imagine all that knowledge packed into a new
body that allowed her to exactly perform in the manner that she espoused in her
teachings. I will admit to a feeling of sympathy for a minute or so, the memory
of my worthy adversary still freshly imprinted in my mind, not to mention
certain parts of my body as well.
Ms Marlowe took all the time in the world getting me relaxed to the
point that I began to enjoy the sensations that she was developing in my stiff
member that was so filled with blood that it was becoming painful. She did not
suck, jack, kiss, lick, hum or perform any of the other features of your typical
blowjob. Her blowjob was a smoothly staged event that was like a cycle, growing
to a point where I expected release and then backing off ever so slighty to
allow me to thoroughly enjoy every subtle move that had gotten us to this phase
in the process.
This may sound rather clinical and that is my fault for being unable to
adequately put into words what it meant to be brought to another world beyond
one's imagination. When I came it was unhurried, it was timed to perfection, it
was the ideal ending and yet the promise of another beginning as well. I know
this sounds crazy, but those were the thoughts going through my mind when I
transferred a couple of million non-swimmers into her warm suctioning mouth and
then had the extreme pleasure of watching her throat move as she swallowed every
drop. You talk about fulfillment, I was well and truly made complete at that
moment.
Later that evening I listened to her story about her relationship with
sheriff Vlad. It seemed that the old Mimi Marlowe was searching for something
that she felt was missing in her life. She was becoming painfully aware that her
attractiveness to many members of the opposite sex was waning despite her
fantastic charisma. Even though the fact was that she was considered a legend
among the youngsters in this and many surrounding counties, she was still
uncomfortable with her current situation.
One day while she was driving somewhere with only a small fraction of
her wits devoted to her surroundings, she had the misfortune to not bend, but
utterly shatter a number of local ordinances governing the speed limit, right of
way and signaling. The upshot of this series of indiscretions was her first
meeting with the good sheriff once he got his patrol car out of the ditch where
she had caused him to take shelter. After looking carefully at her drivers
license which was in good order, and checking both her registration and
insurance, he decided to give her a field sobriety test.
Out here in the country when the sheriff, who has just been run off the
road tells you to do such and so, you had better comply. This axiom was not lost
on Ms Marlowe. So when the sheriff suggested she might have an easier time
taking his test if she removed most of her clothing, she complied.The bulge that
developed in his perfectly tailored britches was noted by Ms Marlowe. She was
rather thrilled over the fact that the sight of her partially clothed body could
have such an influence on one so unapproachable as the sheriff.
Although he gave her three tries at passing, the last one while she was
stark naked, he concluded that her responses to his requests to do such things
as close her eyes and walk a straight line backwards and answer questions such
as what was the cube root of four thousand and ninety-six, indicated to him that
she was under the influence of either alcohol or drugs. Therefore he cuffed her
hands behind her back and put her in the trunk of the police car in order to
take the prisoner to his station to be booked. Ms Marlowe was beginning to
realize that some negotiationing had to begin here and now. As soon as the car
started up, she began kicking and yelling in hopes of getting his attention. A
few miles down the road her constant attack on the interior of the trunk got his
attention at last.
One thing led to another and instead of being taken to his place of
business, she accepted his invitation to visit his domicile and perform some
housekeeping tasks in lieu of being booked for a variety of county ordinance
violations including assault on an officer of the law. Mimi was of the opinion
that she might avoid prison time in this matter with the proper legal
assistance, but she would suffer irreparable damage to her character and good
name. Besides for the first time in many years she was sexually excited about
being with a man, a man that made her feel like a young girl again. A man that
had her sopping wet by the time he took her from the police car and marched his
handcuffed, naked prisoner into his shabby, poorly maintained house.
( To be continued )
