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I feel secure and sleepy, but his penis is straining his jeans, begging for my attention. Now it's his turn to experience pleasure, to surrender to my loving. Gently I push him onto his back. I trace his lips with my tongue. I run my tongue over his neck, licking, kissing, biting, making his neck tingle and sending waves of pleasure through his body. I lick his ear and suck gently on the lobe. I run my tongue down and over his arms. Finally I feel the hard smoothness of his muscles that I’d been longing for all day. They feel just as I imagined, hard and round. Now I torture his nipples, circling first one then the other, with my tongue, flicking and sucking. Then I run my tongue down his firm stomach and nuzzle the bulge in his jeans with my nose. My fingers tease the inside of his thighs, his penis jerks, craving the touch of my lips. I undo his fly with my teeth, he groans with pleasure. Slowly, seductively I remove his jeans, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.
I bend over him and tease his straining penis with my long silky hair. Lightly I brush his soft tip with the ends of my hair, letting it brush backward and forward, up and down, soft as a feather. Then to prolong his agony, to take him even to higher levels of ecstasy, I brush a nipple softly against the tip. I position his hard shaft between my breasts and rub him up and down. I quickly bend and kiss the tip, a sample of what is to come, I continue to use my breasts. He is groaning, begging me to take him in my mouth. I run the tip of my tongue around his tip, savouring the softness. I lick the whole shaft like an ice cream. I run my tongue around the base of the head and flick it rapidly over the underside, he quivers with ecstasy. Finally I take him completely in my mouth, sucking him, using my tongue and thrusting. I feel his involuntary jerks, he is close to coming, I make my motions firmer and faster. He comes and I savour the thick, slimy, slightly salty liquid before swallowing. I lick him dry and kiss him passionately on the lips. We are both tired, but I long to feel him inside me.
I kiss him all over, using my hands to make him hard again. He dips his fingers in my silky juices and thrusts them deep inside me. I can’t control myself any longer, I need his hard penis inside me. I position myself above him and lower myself slowly, teasing him, only giving him and inch at a time, letting him fill me slowly till he is completely inside me. I move slowly up and down, building the tension in both of us. I lower myself so I am lying on him and we rock gently in unison. Gradually we increase the pace, we are in sync, completely together, connected physically and spiritually. The pace reaches a crescendo and we come together. I scream with pleasure and open my eyes. My scream changes to one of fear as the car veers off the road and straight into a tree at 160 km/h.
My freedom is complete. My spirit flies free, up into the wide open sky, forever.
After five years of travelling Australia I arrived at my parents property in Western NSW just in time for the commencement of shearing. Shearing is my favourite time of the year. While it is hard work and everyone is busy getting their particular job done, every night after knock off, there is time for socialising over a few drinks and telling a few yarns. Every year my parents get the local shearing team from Tilpa. Very few women work on the teams, infact very few young women stay in the area after they leave school. As a result women are like gold, and are treated as such. Which means every time I go home I am sure to have fun. This year was no different.
I arrived on a Saturday afternoon. Shearing started on the Monday, which left me Sunday to entertain myself. I got up early and after packing myself some lunch and a book to read, I borrowed a motorbike to ride to the river. As I start the bike a thrill surges through my body. I’m not wearing a helmet, and my long copper hair streams behind me as I fly along the dirt track. The wind whips my body, caressing me through my thin shirt causing my whole body to tingle. My nipples stand erect, hard and sore from the wind. I pull up at the edge of the river bank and gaze at my own reflection in the still deep pool, my eyes acknowledging the arousal within. With no-one to observe me I discard my clothes and descend into the cool water. The feeling is incredible, my body is so alive so alert. The water caresses my skin and my most sensitive parts thrill to the sensation of the water flowing around me. The tender touch the gentle invasion. My body is crying out for the ultimate sensation.
I leave the water and lay on the warm rock. The sun and wind dry my body, the warmth increases my arousal. I slide my hands over my body, cupping my breasts and caressing my curves, my whole body is alive. I need to give in to my desire, I slide one hand over my belly to my moist centre. I dip a finger in my juices, soft and silky. I slide a finger to my clit and gently begin to massage, alternately dipping a finger in my silky juices for lubrication. My clit swells and every touch sends a delicious shiver deep inside me. My orgasm is building, I stroke faster and harder, clenching my internal muscles to intensify the sensation. The pleasure increases until my muscles spasm, the exquisite pleasure spreads deep down to my innermost core. I continue the pressure until the contractions subside and the tenderness becomes painful. I relax under the sun’s caress and drift gently off to sleep.
Later I am awoken by bird calls. I eat and spend a pleasant afternoon reading tin the sun. The ride home is as invigorating as the morning ride. Back at home we eat and everyone retires early the first day of shearing is always the busiest. As I drift off to sleep I recreate my day in my mind and I relive it in my dreams. I awaken to the buzz of my alarm, my dreams instantly evaporate, all that remains is the dampness in my crotch to hint at their erotic content.
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