Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Oral Sex, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - She definitely has her own way of doing things.
Languishing in the warmth of the sun's touch Tatiana rolled slowly over onto her back; somewhat reluctantly. She still felt the warmth in her derriere where the sun had tenderly caressed them for the better part of an hour. Today she had remembered to use a low factor sun screen on her nipples. The extreme sensitivity she experienced Monday after a tryst with her favorite lover, the sun, was still fresh in her memory. She found sun bathing therapeutic and very relaxing. Slowly she floated off into an abyss of tranquil lassitude as his gentle kisses aroused her inner fires. To her, the sun's stroke was what every lover's touch should be. As she rose gently from the depths of her fantasizing, she realized she was hungry.
On a Sunday afternoon in a small town like Portas, very few places were open, because the local population was deeply Christian and paid their weekly respects to their god. As she removed her robe she admired her all-over tan in the mirror. Her curly dark brown hair was sun streaked with light brown, gold and amber. Her hair fell just below her shoulders. With a few touches of makeup, she was ready to go. She dressed in a pair of jeans, a pretty lace top and sneakers then she headed for the sandwich shop.
It was hot, as it usually is in this part of New Mexico excepting the one month of temperate climate, and still. As she walked down Second Avenue, she could only anticipate that first sip of lemonade she'd enjoy with her sandwich. A vegetarian sandwich sounded very good. As she strolled into the parking lot of the Subway, she noticed a well-built, statuesque male just leaving.
He had curly, dark hair with touches of grey at the temples. Muscles rippled along bare arms and were evident beneath the tight burgundy tank he wore. His dancing blue eyes were set beneath heavy brows amongst very European features. His deeply tanned complexion made his eyes seem even more vivid and they appeared to flash as light reflected off ice when he returned her smile. His lithe, 6'4" form slid gracefully into the seat (leather she was sure) of his sapphire blue 95 Jaguar, the muscles of his legs cutting beneath almost too tight jeans. Hmm, she'd have to keep a look out for him in the future. It shouldn't be difficult in this podunk town, if he were residing locally.
Inside when she got in line there were three other persons ahead of her. She recognized one of the women from the last Spring semester. Her name was Karey. Tati remembered that Karey was particularly well versed in ancient Celtic mythology. Though she flashed a brief smile of greeting, Karey seemed to not notice Tatiana. But, as she turned towards the clerk behind the counter, Tatiana realized what had Karey's full attention. Peter was working today. The few times Tati had come into the store before, she'd noticed Peter's dark curly hair and dark eyes. Though he wore extremely thick glasses, he was worth a second or third look.
When it was her turn to order, Brian, the other clerk, prepared her sandwich. She had spent many lunch hours fantasizing about Brian while consuming her lunch. As she chewed each bite, she explored the many pleasures she imagined could be experienced with him. He had very delicate, slender fingers, she was sure he was a music major. She could envision his fingers playing out many intricate measures of their own very special musical composition upon her bare flesh, she could feel the rise and fall of her own inner passions as he progressed towards the final crescendo of this musical masterpiece. As the final strains waned, she looked up into sea green eyes framed by a mass of jet- black curls. She caressed him absently, admiring the feel of his flesh and the delicate hues of his mulatto skin. He had a sinewy build. Though his frame was slight she could feel his strength as he held her in his arms, supporting her through the tumult of her own orgasmic release. With the last bite of her sandwich she was pulled from her reverie into the real world, all the more aware of how starved she was for a good night (or weekend if it wasn't asking too much) of love making. As she moved along the counter towards the register, she was reminded of just how intensely attracted she was to Brian. She decided to find out how accurate her imagination was. When she returned from her erotic fantasizing, Tati pondered the gravity of her situation. She was facing two and a half more years of school in this little hole-in-the-wall town. With little to recommend it to her in the way of social activity she found herself terribly bored and horney most of the time. The "Dark Knight", as she had fondly dubbed the hunk in the Jaguar; this icon of her dreams (waking and sleeping) may prove to be the only distraction that might keep her productively occupied. She decided to put her musings about school aside for a while longer. She cleared the table where she'd been eating and went back up to the counter. Brian was busily wiping down the counters and restocking the cold cuts. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Hi Tati. What brings you in today?"
She leaned against the counter her bust just high enough to feel the coolness of it's surface. The lace pulled tight, and revealed subtly the fullness that was just barely concealed. Her nipples (perpetually erect) were straining for release from their prison. As she placed her arm on top of the counter her sleeve slid from her shoulder exposing very smooth skin the color of cafe au lait. She took her time adjusting her sleeve.
"I'd been laying out in the sun and after a couple of hours found that I was famished." She pretended to brush something from her chest -- thus drawing attention to cleavage just visible through the intricate design of her lace blouse. "I noticed a new face leaving as I walked in. The European looking fellow in the blue Jag. Is he just passing through?"
She could tell by the look on his face the lack of bikini lines on her bared shoulder and had been noticed by him before she replaced the sleeve. "Oh! Him. That's Misha. His uncle teaches at the university. So he's coming to live here for a while to get away from things. He's a writer, you know." A smile played across his face. "He caught your attention, eh? That's no easy task."
"For some people that's an easier task than they realize." She looked him in the eyes barely smiling, her lips parted ever so slightly and her tongue peeked out briefly from between two rows of flawlessly beautiful pearls. She looked away slightly then returned her gaze to meet his and held it, until he looked away and moved containers to the work space behind him.
"Is that so," he asked coming back to where she was. "I was beginning to wonder if you ever paid any attention to more than your inner thoughts and school work. I'd like a shot at trying to keep your attention for maybe a brief time. Maybe, we can start with a movie tonight. There's a new movie in town and it's just how I like them. Spicy! You still at the apartment on 3rd?" She nodded as he continued. "How about if I come by for you at 9 tonight? We can catch the late showing."
"I just might take you up on your offer," she replied. "Hmm, I have a clear calendar tonight. I'll be ready," she said as she turned from the counter.
What the hey she thought to herself as she walked out the door. She felt a surge of anticipation at having agreed to meet him. She was pleased that Misha would be around for a while. She made a mental note to pay close attention. She wandered aimlessly and after only 15-20 minutes of walking found herself at the outskirts of town. The scent of wild sage and sweet grass was strong to her already charged senses.
She remembered that there was a dairy farm a few miles out and decided to walk that far so she could look at the cows. She derived perverse pleasure from knowing that once she left Portas he'd never smell or see another bovine representative of the animal kingdom (maybe on a milk carton) again. Forty-five minutes later she found herself at the farm and decided to find a bathroom -- she really felt the need to relieve her bladder. She saw a man on the side of the barn busily pitching hay and walked towards him.
As she neared the farm hand, his features came more clearly into view. She saw that he had deep eyes embedded in a swarthy complexion. Continuing to draw near, she saw wisps of long, curly, black hair escaping from underneath a cap upon which the logo was still indiscernible. He looked up and for a moment his gaze seemed to probe deep into her inner being. The iron grey of his eyes exuded a strength that impressed her. She walked over to stand in front of him and started to ask for a bathroom but he pointed to a little shack butted up against the side of the barn before she could finish speaking. She headed in that direction and looked back over her shoulder at him, he'd taken off his cap to wipe his brow while he leaned on the pitch fork this allowed shoulder-length curls to flow freely.
Pausing at the bathroom door, she looked around and saw several rows of feed bags (the humongous, long white ones so common to farms in this part of the world) out in the field behind the barn. She'd never been this close to any even though she'd been curious about them since she'd lived here. She opened the door to the shack and walked in. In the light from the doorway she saw a spider skitter across the floor. The concrete floor was dusty, there were spaces between the wood planks that formed the walls.
The hot, dusty smell was not unpleasant. The commode sat low to the floor with a tank resting crookedly behind it. The tattered pin up of a long-legged, full-busted majorette in the nude hung from the wall behind the sink. She closed the door to find herself in almost complete darkness. She moved towards the sink as her eyes adjusted. She found a coke cup in the waste can underneath the sink (fortunately it was on top). She rinsed it well, filled it with water and sat it on the sink in a location reachable from the commode. She undid her jeans and allowed them to fall to the floor as she turned to sit on the seat.
Finishing up the ritual of relieving herself, she reached for the cup on the sink. There was a noise outside but she ignored it. Slowly, her legs spread wide over the seat, she poured the water over her clit. She always savored the feel of the water trickling over her pussy. She used her fingers to massage her ever sensitive lips and the surrounding area. She loved being pleasured orally and gagged mentally over the thought that she might taste or smell of urine. She was amazed that Americans thought that toilet paper is the be all and end all for cleaning after a repose on the throne. She hoped bidets will become more popular - soon. Her own natural musk had driven many a man wild as he'd feasted on these delicacies. Noticing that the sun light was no longer coming in from around the cracks in the door, she realized someone was standing outside.
"I knew you'd need me." he said as he opened the door.
He slid in, his frame a silhouette in the doorway, and closed it behind him. He latched the door. Tati was not embarrassed to be found with her hand in her crotch by this perfect stranger. She replaced the cup on the sink. She knew he knew where he was needed. She watched as he opened the fly of his pants and liberated (he wore no underwear) his well-favored appendage. He removed his shoes, then his pants. He folded them and placed them on the floor in front of the commode. He was sweaty from the work he'd been doing but his scent as he approached was not offensive. It was erotic. His grey eyes captured her senses and he bored into her thoughts, as he radiated sensuality and sexuality all the while.
She didn't move.
He kneeled slowly before her. He reached under her buns and lifted, supported her upward and pulled her toward him as his face moved closer to her belly. His tongue played briefly with her navel then traveled down to her neatly cropped pillow of fur. He kissed her then. His tongue sought out her clit. She gasped.
His tongue played with her clit and lapped at her engorged lips. Her lips parted slowly. She could feel the point of his tongue as it darted in and out of her gateway. She gradually began to arch and roll forward with her hips. His fingers gripped her ass tightly but his hands moved with her rhythm. She felt the tide roll in. It ebbed slightly and returned in greater strength as it reached out to the shore. He played his tongue in and out, around and nibbled delicately on her clit.
His eyes met hers occasionally as he came up for a breather. Her fingers strayed to her nipples, then she gripped the edge of the toilet on both sides. Her thighs clamped around his ears. She exploded like a well-made pinwheel. The view screen of her mind went from red to blue to green to white. She sat there gasping for breath as he moved forward pulling her bottom a little closer to him. He inserted his key into her key hole then pushed gently, yet firmly inward. So doing he released the latch on the gate to her garden.
She surfaced mentally; enough to feel the fullness of his dick as it explored her inner sanctum. Slowly he retreated; slowly he surged forward. She brought her legs up over his shoulders and fixed her gaze into the depth of those rivetting pools of iron grey. His pleasure became her pleasure, his sensations her sensations. His excitement mounted and continued to climb as he dispatched this catalyst to his explosion. Hers rose in sync with his. She used his shoulders to pull herself to him, marrying her bottom to his groin. He plunged into her as his eyes bore into the depth of her being. She knew his time was drawing near. As the tempo quickened, so approached the much awaited eruption. With one final excursion inward, he poured his essence into her garden.
His grip relaxed, he retreated slowly and sat back on his heels. She had come again right after him and felt herself to be in a more languid state of mind. Her legs dropped to the floor and she sat back against the tank. His rough hands massaged her cheeks before he released them. As everything settled back to a coherent level, she reached for the cup she'd placed on the sink. He stood and walked over to the faucet. He washed his rod as she poured water over her clit, using her hands to clean, gently kneading her very much alive pussy. Clothes adjusted, they walked out into the daylight. Though it was overcast, it was blinding.
Tati wanted to get a closer look at those feed bags. She figured this was as good a time as any to abate her curiosity. She turned to him and asked him his name.
"Max." he said as he walked along next to her.
She started to walk in the direction of the feed bags as she walked through the door.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I just wanted to look around over there. I've been curious about these damn bags since I've been here. Wanna go with?"
"Work can wait. Sure. One of them is open, you can get a look at the stuff inside. You know we go through one of these every year and a half. I myself prefer organically fed beef but well I only work here. I don't buy the beef."
As they walked around a couple rows Tatiana was struck by the enormity of these containers. She'd never seen plastic bags this huge. The end of one of the bags was open and she bent down to get a hand full of feed she looked at it then smelled of it.
While she was there on her hands and knees playing with the feed, Max came up from behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"I've never seen someone as fascinated by feed as you are. I would prefer hay as it smells better and has more than one practical use. But, then I can't say I've given a pile of feed the same consideration that I've given hay. Uhm, why don't you just lean forward a bit?"
Gently he nudged her shoulders forward until she was on her hands and knees. He reached under her stomach and unfastened her pants. He pulled them down to mid thigh. She found she couldn't spread her legs apart. He bent over and pushed her shirt up. With one hand massaging her breasts and one finger buried deep within her cunt he ran his tongue attentively down her back. Tracing circles then lapping like a dog, tickling and then repeating the whole effort. He paid attention to her neck as well. He managed to have her dripping wet in no time. She soon felt the head of his baton poised, ready for entry. Instead of breaching the inlet he tickled her clit and lips deliberately with the tip of his tool. His rough hands chafed the globes of her bottom. Warming, searing them with the heat of his desire. In an attempt to spear herself on his skewer, she rolled her hips up and moved back. For that, she was rewarded with a pinch to her nipples.
His baton was replaced with a tongue. He teased unmercifully. He sucked and licked her clit. He feinted just at the threshold of her garden's entry way only to retreat and pause to blow warm air gently on her aroused clit and lips. She writhed on the verge and wanted the fullness of his pleasure stick within her. Again she felt the knocking of his baton upon her gateway. She tensed, afraid again to be denied what she really wanted at that moment. He plunged inward without pausing. He seemed to reach into her very depths. She came when he'd reached his limit. She came with one great shudder and fell forward onto her elbows. Her ass rose higher, making her more accessible. Her knees still close together, he fucked her like pistons fuck engine valves in a race car going down route 66. He plunged in as if racing to the end. In -- out; he din not stop. He did not slow the velocity. Frankly, he fucked her with a fervor she'd never experienced before.
She felt his full weight suddenly upon her as he crushed her to the ground. After a minute or two he rolled over and disengaged his semi-limp cock from her dripping cunt. He cupped his hand up over his dick, gently fondling it and put his right arm under his head. She watched as those soft grey eyes hardened to their normal iron grey. She rolled over on her back and hiked her pants up over her ass leaving them unfastened. She could feel bits and pieces of feed in her pants and knew it was in the curls of her hair. When she sat up, the round of her belly was framed in the "V" of her open pants. She looked at him as he lay there with his eyes half open his eyes half open.
She smiled and said, "I needed that too!" She rose to her feet and walked around to the side of the feed bag facing the now visible, though setting, sun. She leaned with her back against its side and removed her shoes. She pulled off her pants and shook them out. She took off her blouse, also, and shook it out. She shook herself all over fluffing her hair to get the chips out. Her breasts swayed gently and her nipples were still erect, crying for attention. She turned to her right to lean against the side as she pulled on her pants only to find Max watching, staring at her standing there all starkers. He walked over to her.
"I guess silage does have more than one use. It's a little more aromatic than hay, but it obviously has its uses. Wait!" He said.
He reached out and cupped her breasts in his callused but very strong hands. She leaned back and closed her eyes ever so slightly. Though his hands were rough, she thrilled at the feel of his fingers kneading her tits. She could feel goose flesh as he rubbed and massaged, bending over periodically to lick and kiss them. She leaned back and closed her eyes ever so slightly. Through slits, she saw a body well developed from hard work standing in front of her. She opened her eyes and took his full physique into view. She reached forward to his shirt hem and pulled his tee over his head and dropped it to the ground next to them (he was tanned all over) his hands released her breasts briefly and pulled her unfastened pants down over her hips. He ran his tongue over her breast bone. He pulled her pants to the ground. He then untied her shoes and removed them. Then he removed her pants and then her underwear. He had a washer-board stomach a smooth hairless chest in fact he seemed to be virtually hairless except for his pubic hair and his long curly hair that crowned him.
She opened his pants and bent forward and ran her tongue from his navel to the "V" of the opening of his pants. She pulled them down over well-formed glutes and thickly muscled thighs. He had no tan lines on his ass and his legs were as dark as his face. She dug her nails into his ass as she kneeled to the ground. His penis was semi-hard. It jumped as she flicked her tongue over its eye. His hand moved along her back as she continued to explore his stanchion orally. Her tongue ran along the crooked vein running from its head to its balls. She licked at, sucked at his balls. Then took its head into her mouth. She paused, looked at him then touched it gently with her teeth.
He sucked in his breath and hissed, "Yessssssss."
She gripped his cock at its base then proceeded to ride his dick with her mouth. As she mounted it to its full length, she sucked as though attempting to suck a pea through a straw. She gripped tighter, sucked harder; then paused. She looked at him and didn't move until he attempted to thrust forward into her mouth. Her grip tightened and she started to flick her tongue around his cock in a spiraling motion up, then down. The scent of his sweat and musk mingling in the still, hot air was driving her mad. She didn't know if she could hold out much longer. She wanted to ride him with her legs wrapped around his waist and her back against the wall of the bag.
Suddenly he grabbed her. He pulled her completely off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist. With one push, of her hips she completely engulfed his probe. She squeezed as she rode him up and down. She released his dick only to clamp down again. She felt a tickling then a tightening in her groin. With one motion she bucked up, totally engulfing his cock and came with a force that left her weak. He moved forward to keep her from falling to the ground. Then plunged forward -- he twisted his hips in an attempt to skewer her then pushed forward with one mighty thrust. He spewed his wad deep into her cunt. He fell forward (fortunately or she would have fallen) and pinned her to the bag.