Chapter 9

I didn’t want this moment to end and wanted to do something I’d never done with a lover. I gave her a good hug, and kiss, then pulled back, my cream oozing from her pussy.

I had her sit up and motioned her hand to her pussy. I had her smear my cum over her pussy, then coat her breasts with it, then she looked at me as she innocently licked her fingers. She repeated this several times for me, adding a smear to her lips, and I couldn’t help stroking my slimy cock. I went to her, and she sighed softly as we kissed.

“Je kust me met je sperma op mijn lippen?

“You kiss me with your cum on my lips?

I understood sperm and lippen for lips. She dipped several fingers in her pussy and decorated her lips, and we kissed again. Another finger wiped a fresh smear on her nipples, and I didn’t resist her guiding my head to them. I sucked on each one, then she had me look at her, and smiled, pressing me down between her legs.

Lana went wild as my hands cupped her small ass cheeks, and I proceeded to lick her pussy and clit. She was more vocal as I licked her, muttering more words I didn’t know,6 but sure sounded erotic.

She sat up again, repeating her sexy show for me. My cock stayed mostly hard as I stroked it, enjoying her sensual show. I coaxed her fingers to concentrate on her pussy, to please herself, for me. She looked so fucking beautiful fingering her pussy. I came up to her and kissed her as I helped her to finger her slit.

Lana caressed my cock, slowly stroking it, then smiled and lay on her back. I was quick between her legs, and my cock easily found home again. It didn’t take long for our passion to increase. I wanted to return to our other position of pleasure, and pulling out, motioned her to her hands and knees. I moved behind her and buried my cock, doggy style.

“Dit is dat ze onze boerderijdieren waren neuken. Ik zal alles zijn wat je van me wilt.”

“This is the way our farm animals fuck. I’ll be anything you want of me.”

I leaned over her back, kissing her shoulder blades and fondling her tits. I’d caress one as the other hand excited her clit. I could feel her moving, impaled on my hard cock.

She had me pull out and returned to her back. We resumed fucking this time, she placed her heels on my hips. I was surprised that my cock stayed relatively hard even though I’d just cum.

I’m no great lover, never having a string of girlfriends to fuck and appreciated Lana being my best fuck, ever! She was more passionate as if awakened to the joys of sex. Again she said more words I didn’t understand, and she wanted to kiss a lot. Though I’d recently cum I didn’t hold back this time, and soon grunted, firing several small spurts into her.

Lana quickly sat up, smearing my cum over her breasts and lips, inviting me to kiss and lick it off. I went down between her legs and enjoyed licking her.

We cuddled together, my hand caressing a tit as she casually stroked my cock.

“Ben je getrouwd? Heb je een vrouw?”

“Are you married? Do you have a wife?”

Lana pointed to her bare left ring finger, then to mine.”

“Ben je getrouwd?”

Then I understood what she was asking me. Am I married? “No, no, I’m not married,” I said, nodding my head side to side.

“Dat is goed, dat je niet getrouwd bent.”

“That’s good, that you are not married.”

She pointed to me, then her, then put her fingers together and to her mouth. She wanted me to eat dinner with her.

I nodded I understood. She kissed me, put on her clothes, and went to the house. I wiped off my cock and put on my clothes, then went to the outhouse.

I rested and soon fell asleep.

I woke up to the sensation of warm lips on mine and opened my eyes to see Lana. She lay on top of me, giving me several kisses. She smiled as I looked down her bodice at the breasts I wanted to suckle again.

“Ik ben een beetje in de war over mijn gevoelens voor jou. Ik zal met Mama moeten praten over het verschil tussen hartstochtelijke liefde en hartstochtelijk liefhebben.”

“I am a little confused about my feelings for you. I will have to talk to Momma about the difference between passionate love and loving passionately.”

I gave Lana a can from my ration pack to carry and followed Lana to the farmhouse, where my nostrils were met with a delicious aroma. I took in the sights of their home, logs alight in the fireplace. Lana’s handed Benthe the can of pork and bean, the most I could offer them for their hospitality. She thanked me.

Massive timbers supported the interior with white painted walls. Hanging on the stone wall above the fireplace was the crucifix of Jesus, indicating they were likely Catholic.

Boris shook my hand, motioning for me to sit on their couch. Lana sat beside me, taking my hand in hers. I noticed a picture on the mantle above the fireplace, and Boris saw me looking at it.