The wife and mother lay in bed and waited almost another hour. Her husband was asleep, but not so soundly as to snore. She waited, patiently, and impatiently.
She heard the chime on the clock downstairs and counted, ten, eleven, midnight. Now it was tomorrow. Then her husband did what she knew he would. He woke up and went to the bathroom.
Finally! It was even later this night than usual. Once in a great while, when he returned from the bathroom, he would be erect and slide into bed on her right side, placing his body, and his erection, tight against her. Had he just awakened from an erotic dream? Did he play with himself in the bathroom? She didn?t know. She had never turned him down, because those times were when he seemed to be the hardest and the most aggressive. He might even kiss her more than once. Only on those nights would she reach an orgasm that might match or top the ones she achieved when she was on him and doing the work.
But tonight, she did not want that to happen. For the first time, she really hoped that he would come out of that bathroom and get into bed on his own side. He was right-handed and always got on the right side of her when he wanted to feel her up beforehand. But he slept on the left of her, with his back turned away.
She waited, and he returned to bed, getting in on his own side. He turned his back and she remained quiet, pretending to be asleep. Her body was trembling as she tried to lie quietly. Even now, there was the slight possibility that he might turn around. She waited, five minutes, ten. He had stayed on his own side. Good!
This was the routine, but once he went back to sleep, it was unlikely he would wake again until the chickens crowed. She lay there quietly, still hoping that her husband would not reach out for her. If he did, she would have to respond.
When her husband was snoring, she crept out to the barn. She was wearing only a nightgown, with nothing underneath but a pair of panties and her lush body. She didn?t plan to stay long this time, maybe just long enough to place her lips around the young man?s amazing equipment. She had not sucked on his magnificent meat in the afternoon. She very much wanted to feel it as she wrapped her lips around it. Then she wanted to taste it and feel it rise. Then, when he had reached his magnificence, they could have a quickie.
He had given her a quickie that afternoon, the first fuck. That was probably because he had not known how long she could stay and had not held back. But amazingly, she had climaxed with him. She could hardly believe it. He had given her an orgasm within three or four minutes. When she had stayed, the next time for her, and the time after that for both of them, the act had lasted much longer.
After his quickie tonight he could last longer, she knew, and she would have more time to enjoy his penis.
She saw the bottle lying nearby and knew that the young man had finished off the wine. He was sleeping so soundly with his head on the pillow that he had not heard her enter. She hoped that he was not so intoxicated that he might not be able to perform. Through a open window in the loft there was moonlight falling into the area where he was lying. She luckily had came to the barn at just the right time for the moonlight to be where she needed to see.
She admired his handsome face, looking so innocent as he slept. He was on his side, facing her, with his upper leg in front of the lower. Kneeling beside him she reached out, lifting his bedcover. He was sleeping only with underwear on. His dick was hidden in there somewhere. She undid two buttons, reached in with a trembling hand and felt around. It was hanging down below. Very gently she pulled his long uncut penis out without awakening him. This was the first time she had seen it in any condition other than hard and erect.
She gently released his manhood from her hand and let the penis lie across his thigh. It was so long that it actually followed the curve of his leg. Most of his body was tanned a golden color, but not his penis. It was white, and very bright in the moonlight. It looked so lovely lying there. Strangely, because of the length, it looked thin. She knew that thin look was deceptive. Even now, when it was soft, it was still longer and as wide as her husband was when his penis was hard. And this penis, she knew, when it grew would get thicker as well, much thicker.
She sighed as she remembered. She had never been stretched like that before, and that thickness was what she was craving most. For some reason, her thoughts turned to her dance partner. He was big, big and wide. He might be thick like this too. If that was the case, it might make taking the risk of seeing him all the more worthwhile. It was something to think about.
Trying not to wake the American yet, she gently began pulling the foreskin of his penis back so that she could see that delicious head exposed to view. That head was amazing as well. Now it looked to be barely wider than the shaft, but when it was filled with blood, it was almost as big as a plum.
The skin rolled back, and she smiled. There it is. She lay down in front of him and slid her body closer until her mouth was close enough to touch. He had not been able to bathe after their sex. Exposed, the head had a smell, a kind of nice smell she knew to be her, and her sex from several hours earlier. Unable to resist any longer, she wrapped her lips around him. She did it gently, trying to see if she could get him all the way up without his being awake.
She held his shaft in one hand and sucked. While he was soft she could get her mouth completely over his head, but barely. She sucked gently, running her tongue around his head. It grew slowly because he was in a sleep made deeper by the effects of wine. Also, he had climaxed twice with the daughter and twice with the mother.
He began to awaken when his penis was halfway to full. It took him the better part of minute to fully grasp what was happening, and in the meantime he grew closer to full erection. That felt really good. It wasn?t a dream. He was receiving a blowjob. Was it the daughter, or her mother?
He laid quietly, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations of having a nice warm mouth over his dick head. Then a thought hit him. What if it was the father? No, of course not, but he almost giggled out loud. What an adventure that would be; first the daughter, then the mother, and then, the father. He wouldn?t return the favor, but if daddy wanted to suck, that was fine with him. But as he dreamily enjoyed the sensations, he could tell, the mouth around him was small, and definitely feminine.
He pretended to be asleep and trying not to alert her he raised his head slightly from the pillow for a look to see whom it was. Whichever woman it was, she was running her tongue around as well as anyone he had ever experienced. ?Well hello, mom?, he thought. He wasn?t surprised at who it was. If he were a betting man, he would have bet that the mother, even though she would have to leave her husband?s bed, would be the one to come out for seconds. The wife/mother would not have the opportunities for sexual experimentation that the daughter had. She was married and on the farm. Given an opportunity like this, she would be very likely to take it. And she had.
Smiling in the dark, the young man enjoyed his blowjob and thought back. The daughter had been shy but experimental. He had grabbed her close to him within two minutes after she had entered the barn. Her blouse was stretch material on top and he had pulled it down, exposing her globes to his view, and touch. Her tits had been very firm and upright and he had given them lots of attention.
When he had opened his trousers, she had reached in on her own. She had let out a little gasp and excitedly pulled him out. Within seconds after wrapping her fingers around him and a long kiss, she had gone to her back on the straw.
Though she had not been a virgin when he had entered her, that teen pussy had felt virtually untapped by any other man. She had held him away with her hands to keep him from penetrating her too fast. Yet, at the same time, she had pulled him in. Her cries of pleasure were music to a man?s ears. He had enjoyed teaching her what sex was all about.
He had fucked her for several minutes, placing her into two different positions, and then surprised her by getting off and going down on her. No man, any one of the three, had ever done that, placed his mouth on her vagina, and the fact that he had actually held off his own pleasure to do something like that had been like a miracle to her.
He had been the first person to eat her, and he had been the first boy that she had kept her mouth on until the come flowed forth. She had even swallowed some, but not all of it. And when he gone back to fucking her, she had been very open about how good he felt, and how he had given her pleasure she could only dream about.
Though she knew a little English, most of the words she gasped out he could not understand, being in a language foreign to him. But the tone of her voice, and her actions spoke louder than words.
The fact that she had not mentioned him having to pull it out before he came had made it even better. If she got pregnant, that would be her worry, he would be long gone. He had dropped a load into her that might have been his largest ever, if she hadn?t already drained some off with her mouth.
But the mother too had needed to be taught about sex. And she had been a willing student. It was like a dam was breaking when he started fondling her. Less shy and more enthusiastic, she had completely outdone her daughter. Her body was almost as nice as the kid?s had been, and her breasts had been a little larger.
With his penis being so large, most women felt tight as he stretched them. The single women were always very tight. The mothers, who had gone through childbirth, usually weren?t as snug, but he had always had enough to rub their walls so well that they begged for more.
And now, here he was once again with a mother, and for the first time the mother of a daughter he had fucked. Upon entry that afternoon he had expected her to not be as snug as the daughter had been, and been pleasantly surprised at how nicely she had fit around him.
He had enjoyed her pussy immensely. Probing, prodding, stroking, he had re-sized her to fit him perfectly. If ever a cock and pussy had specifically been designed to fit one another, it had to be the two that they had brought together.
He had enjoyed the mother more than the daughter, actually. Because of her having a husband in near proximity, she was much more of a conquest than the daughter had been. She had totally satisfied him earlier, and he had not expected her to show up in the middle of the night.
As she quietly sucked on his now three-quarter erect penis, he pretended to still be sleeping and thought back about the first time she had come to the barn. When she had walked in, he could tell instantly that she was appraising him. And when he had seen the wine bottle in her hand, smiled at her and she back at him, he had known. This woman was ready. They had not spoken more than three lines and she was in his arms.
Did she know that he had fucked her daughter? He didn?t know and was not about to risk messing this up by asking.
Teaching her had been a learning experience for him as well. But most of all, the idea that she was sneaking behind her husband?s back had made it all that much more exciting for him. When he placed the pillow under her ass and grabbed her legs and tossed them all the way over his shoulders, she had grinned, groaned, said something in Swiss, and pulled him down so that they could kiss. He was totally buried within her, cock and tongue.
After he had been inside her for awhile, and she had reached orgasm and was working on another, he had tested her feelings about cheating. He couldn?t come out and ask because of the language barrier, but there was another way. He did so by taking her ring finger in his hand and then placing it into his mouth. While fucking her with his dick, he had sucked the finger, ring and all, back and forth into his mouth. Then he had taken her finger out of his mouth and held her hand. While staring into her eyes, he had wriggled the ring around on her finger with his fingers to emphasize that it was the ring he was thinking of.
She had known what he was saying by doing. ?Here is your wedding ring baby; it?s the symbol of your marriage. We are here in the barn, and I am madly fucking you while your husband is just yards away. I am taking possession of your body and knowing it intimately. Your body is his sworn property, but I am inside you, and not only that, I am further inside you than he could ever hope to go?.
But it was even more than that. As she looked up into his eyes and finally smiled, she was saying in agreement with him; ?Yes, that ring says I am married. I am in the barn with you. We are madly fucking while my husband is nearby. I am freely giving my body and you are taking possession of my body and knowing it intimately?.
But there was one difference. She was also saying to herself; this is *my*body, it belongs to me, and I am giving it to you willingly. You are inside me, and I have never felt so wonderfully filled within. She had smiled up at him, a sad smile. She felt guilt, but the pleasure was overpowering.
Was there guilt in her eyes, he wondered? Maybe, but when he had placed the same finger into her mouth, she had sucked on the ring. Though her eyes still looked sad as she stared up at him, it didn't seem to faze her. Her hips shoved upwards even harder. She must have been thinking about her marriage, but their sucking on that finger with the ring seemed to arouse her even more.
Actually the mother had been even more than enthusiastic; she had acted like she had never been fucked before. For the most part he had only done the initiating on the kissing. Like her daughter, she had been the one to place herself on her back. Like her daughter she had reached for and guided him. Like her daughter it had been a struggle at first. Once he had started going completely inside of her, she had outdone her daughter. She had groaned loudly, raised her hips while wrapping her legs around him, and pulled him into her as far as he could go. When he arranged her legs and body this way and that, she went right along for the ride.
Maybe she hadn?t really been fucked, he thought, based on the way she had acted. Because of childbirth, she had been able to accept him all the way in a little easier than the daughter. She had not held back his entry like the daughter. Still, she had gasped loudly and beautifully upon his initial entry.
And she liked to talk. He knew enough Swiss to be able to understand most of what she was saying. Once they had begun, she had seemed to crave his cock. Besides working her hips to get as much of him as possible, she had talked about his equipment as he skillfully worked it in and out of her. He had been able to interpret lines in his mind that sounded like, "I?ve never felt anything like that before", and when they changed position; "Be gentle until I get used to it."
With a combination of sign language and broken Swiss, he had asked her how many men she had been with. She had answered only two, my husband and you, and the sincerity in her voice and eyes made him believe. He had grinned and fed his peter to her with a sense of pleasure such as he had never felt with the sweet and lovely daughter. What mommy was saying was a clue that daddy had less to offer. He didn?t ask her many questions, but the fact that he was equipped with a penis larger than what was attached to her husband and that he was the only other man to fuck her was a real ego boost.
Now here she was, back for more. I wonder is she would have came back so willingly if I had turned out to be the same size as her husband, or smaller? I think its cock she is after, and lots of it. He was partially correct. She was after cock, and since he had lots of it, she wanted it. But she wanted more, a little bit of romance perhaps, some kissing and cuddling. Maybe he would provide this for her before she returned to her husband?s bed.
Smiling, he watched the top of her head as she lovingly worked her lips and tongue over his dick. She was also trying to feel his balls with one hand, but she could not lift them because he was on his side and his two thighs, lying one on top of the other, were holding his balls in place. He pretended to still be sleeping and rolled slightly so that he was completely on his back. At the same time he opened his legs a little. This allowed his balls and penis to be completely exposed instead of being partially buried between his legs.
Now she really became enthusiastic. His dick was pointing almost straight up, and she crawled up onto her hands and knees so that she could handle as much of his cock as she could reach. She squeezed it gently. It was huge, so long and thick. Yet, it was not completely hard. It was soft enough that she could make it bend a little.
She unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his drawers. This opened him enough that now his balls were available to her touch. She could not deep throat him because of his width, and that head especially was very wide. But she gave it a try, alternating from placing her mouth over as much as she could to running her teeth and tongue down the sides of his shaft.
And she stroked him with her hands, and then tested his length. Slightly soft still, he had enough to fill both of her hands with some left over. That skin would move up and down, allowing her to stroke him without needing lubrication. He didn?t say anything while he grew completely hard. His length grew.
Now he was totally hard. His dick was stiff, so firm that now she could not make it bend as she tested him. Amused at how she seemed to be playing with his cock like a child with a toy, he waited. She would play with her hands and watch, and then resume her sucking. He was waiting to see if she would mount him, but for some reason she didn?t.
He could tell though when she again measured him for length. She grasped him with both hands, one above the other, and he still had the entire head left over, untouched, above her upper hand. He was fully two of her hands long, with about a half an inch more to go to the head, and then, the head itself, so thick and long.
And she went back to sucking him. Was she trying to make him come in her mouth? He didn?t know, but he preferred to fuck. He could wait no longer and pretended to awaken.
That seemed to be her cue, because she immediately stood up and pulled her gown over her head. She tossed it onto the hay beside him, and he admired her lovely body in the moonlight as she knelt and removed her panties, tossing them on top of the rumpled gown.
At that moment, unknown to either of them, her daughter entered the barn. Shocked, she immediately moved over behind a stall, where she could watch without being seen. Mommy, what are you doing? Fortunately, she did not utter her thoughts out loud.
Her mother had been pulling her dress up and off her body just as she had entered, and then had dropped her panties. She wondered, Are they just starting? Is this the first time for mommy with this boy? Is mommy about to discover and enjoy what he had fed to me? Oh mommy, I wanted to make love with him, but you need it even more. Daddy is such a bore, and I can understand why you are in this barn.
With her gown and panties off, mom was back down and beside him instantly. Now up in more ways than one, he proceeded to again give her a demonstration as to what he could do.
As he skillfully fondled her body, she stopped him before he could mount her. She worked him with her hands below and mouth above, and he learned why she had not climbed over him while he was still "asleep." She might have been in a hurry, but she wanted some foreplay. On her previous visit the sex had been physical in nature. This time she wanted to mix some kissing with the physical activities.
He went from being above her to lying beside her. His left arm went under her neck and he drew her closer to him. She wanted foreplay. He was glad to oblige, fondling her tits, fingering her snatch, and kissing her hungrily.
Romance. The kissing was instrumental in bringing her to a level of desire for a man that she had never felt before. He knew how to kiss, and it seemed like, when he was kissing, that he was really thinking about her and nothing else. He even took the time to caress her neck and blow into her ear.
If it is possible for an older married woman to be in love with a younger man whose name she does not even know, it was happening now. She kissed and fondled, outdoing his manipulations of her body. Finally she rolled onto her back and begged him to put it in.
Her daughter was watching with disbelieving eyes. Mommy is kissing and holding that man like she is in love with him, and now she is begging to be fucked. Poor mommy, you have been so starved for good loving.
As he entered her with that healthy young man meat that she craved, the mother groaned softly. She had to control herself from being louder, but she couldn?t help but speak out, thanking him for giving her what he had to offer. The mother and wife wanted so bad to let herself go completely, but she was afraid of being heard.
During the day, with cows mooing, chickens clucking and other farm noises, she had not worried about being heard. But now, every sound above a whisper might carry.
When she had been looking out the bedroom window, this young man and what she had done with him had seemed like a dream. And even now, as they fucked in the light of the moon coming in from a window in the loft, it still seemed like a dream.
Dream or not, she had never before today experienced multiple orgasms. Tonight was confirmation of what she had felt in the afternoon. She gasped and groaned, and in the middle of it all she kept thanking him.
The daughter was fascinated. She could hear and understood every word of what mommy was saying, and she knew that the American probably did not understand much Swiss. Mommy is thanking him for fucking her so well. I never knew, never dreamed that mommy could be like this!
The American had demonstrated good control before, but now, after a bottle of wine, he could last even longer. He had what some men referred to as a ?liquor hardon.? He fucked her passionately for about ten minutes, during which time she climaxed at least twice. When he asked her if she wanted to get on top like she had done during part of her first visit, she somehow understood him and replied that she wanted him to remain where he was. "Just keep kissing me," she pleaded in Swiss. He gave her the kisses she craved, and more.
During her first visit, after the young man had given her a first orgasm, she had mounted him. But that was only so that she could make comparisons with her husband. The young man had felt better, and she had climaxed very quickly after moving her hips around in many different angles. She had felt places being touched that had never been touched before.
What was nicer: the young man had caressed them, but he had not insisted on squeezing her tits while she did the work. He had allowed her to lie where she preferred, and had not interrupted until she had changed her position on her own.
But now her dream lover was on top. She kept the young man inside for about 20 total minutes, long enough for the stud of her dreams to have given her two orgasms before he dumped his load.
About 15 minutes of that 20 had been spent on active fucking. The pillow had been under her head some of the time, her ass the rest. The tender lips and walls of her vagina had received the best workout of their lives. She kept her arms and legs around him so that he could not roll off. He was wise enough to know that she would want to be held and kissed afterwards. He didn?t mind because he could lie here and let it drain into her.
She wanted him inside her forever, but she knew this had to end. If her husband were to awaken and look for her?
Tears in her eyes, she hugged his body, keeping him close. His penis, though softened some, still could be felt within her. Everything was so wet, her pussy, her body, her eyes. She sighed softly and squeezed him, and he, sensing what she craved, kissed her, only this time very softly and romantically. He felt the wetness of her tears on his cheek, and he gave her the tenderness and closeness she so craved.
The daughter continued to watch and her eyes and ears still could not believe or totally accept what was happening. Oh mommy, you needed this so. I do hope that this does not destroy your marriage with daddy. This boy will be gone in the morning.
It was another five minutes before the mother lowered her legs and released the young American. When he pulled out, his penis was still more hard than soft. You could even hear a wet popping sound as the ridge on the bottom portion of that wide head tugged at her lips. She immediately sat up and stared at his penis. Wet with their juices, it was shining brightly in the moonlight. His penis, as it was going soft, was getting thinner in the shaft first. That head would remain mostly full size until he went completely soft. She was thoughtful enough to go down and use her mouth to clean him up, draining his residual fluid into her mouth.
At that point, thinking that the fucking was finished, the daughter quietly snuck out of the barn. Maybe she would return later, but she doubted the boy would be wanting anymore tonight. In the morning, early, she might try again.
Mom tried to stand and fell back. She felt so weak, even more so than in the early evening, when they had actually spent more time having sex. He helped her rise and held her in his arms. Even now she couldn?t keep her hands off him as she cupped his dangling penis in one hand. For the first time she felt his balls while the boy was standing up. They were large and firm within their sack. Again, he didn?t mind. It gave him time to fondle her lovely tits and caress her nicely rounded ass.
When his hands dug into her cheeks on each side and pulled, she instantly was reminded of her dance partner. She thought of the man at the bar who liked to dance close to her. This was what it might be like if they were both naked on the dance floor. It was only a fleeting thought, and then it was forgotten.
That head was still big as she wrapped the fingers of one hand around it. She held the head in her hand and wriggled his entire penis back and forth, swinging the entire affair side to side. He responded by kissing her even more and grasping her ass cheeks firmly and squeezing.
She had to get back and moved away from him. She had not thought to bring a towel along. Just like the first time, she was going to end up with a pair of panties soaked with come. There wasn?t as much come though, as with her husband. This boy had smaller, thicker loads, and he had been drained several times within a few hours.
He watched as she bent down to slip her panties on, and felt a strange sense of sadness. Already he was lonely. He had enjoyed this woman as no other, and she was leaving. She was just inches away, but already he felt like it was miles. She straightened, and he surprised her by embracing her in his arms. She sighed. This was exactly the kind of closeness she had been craving.
She could not resist, even now, feeling his manhood one more time. Her fingers wrapped around him. Amazingly, he began to grow. She released his shaft reluctantly, bent down and kissed it one last time.
"Yes. Suck it. I can come quickly." He placed a hand on the back of her head and sort of held her there.
She was not sure what he had said, but interpreted it correctly. She placed her lips over his penis, and he grew quickly. He held her head with his hands and guided her. Never once did he try to force his penis deeper.
It was as he had said. Somehow, his youth perhaps, he came quickly. He reached orgasm even before his heart could pump enough blood to fill his penis completely. He was not full, with a totally stiff erection. Still, he was hard enough, and his orgasm was strong. He had been drained, but still was able to give her a teaspoon or more. She giggled and swallowed it all, something she rarely had done for her husband.
When she tried to rise, he had to help her up, and then he embraced her with his arms. He surprised her by kissing her, and she still had a strong taste of him in her mouth. Yes, this was what she liked most. He knew how to be romantic, even if it was only to be temporary.
As she was waiting to gain enough strength to return to the house, they kissed long and tenderly before saying their good-byes. She even left some money for him.
With sopping wet panties and an aftertaste that she, for the first time enjoyed, the housewife crept quietly into the bedroom. She held her breath until she heard her husband?s soft breathing. Good, he was still sleeping. She went into the bathroom and after spending a few minutes on the toilet, finished up with a sponge bath at the sink.
She was ready to leave when she remembered her panties lying on the floor. God, if I had forgotten those, my husband?
She picked them up. Her panties were soaking wet with slippery come. She grasped the panties with both hands and began kneading the material so that the come was spread out in a much wider area of the panties. That way they might dry quicker. It was not likely her husband would dig down into the hamper and find them, but you never know. She hid this pair way in the bottom of her laundry hamper, alongside the pair from her first visit. Out of curiosity, she felt around on the other pair. Her fingers touched a wet, sticky glob. They still had not dried completely. Like she had done with the second pair, she wriggled the panties around, spreading his come throughout.
She tossed the panties alongside the other pair and allowed the rest of the laundry to fall on top. As she began to walk away, she did something that normally a man might do if he had discovered the panties just removed from a hot chick. She dug back down into the hamper and pulled out the freshest pair. She held them between the fingers of both hands, then actually pressed the panties into her face. She felt the sticky wetness, and inhaled deeply. This wetness, this is him. He will be gone in the morning, but he has known and pleasured me like I never knew to be possible. Thank you young American boy.
After reluctantly wiping her face, she crept quietly into bed and listened. Her husband continued to sleep. Good. After placing her hand over her vagina and feeling around her tender lips, she thought back on all she had done with the young man. She even rubbed her clitoris gently, and wondered if she should attempt another orgasm. But she was too tired. Her mind wandered, and she surprisingly found herself thinking of her dance partner.
The young man would be gone. That was one reason why she had chosen him. Her dance partner was here, always, and for that reason she had never allowed things to go further. But now, that was the problem. She had been awakened sexually, and the young man would be gone. Should she, could she ever sneak with her dance partner? He would be the obvious, easy choice. It would be playing with fire, but right now the thought of it was making her play with herself. The next dance was just one week away.
Disgusted with her dangerous line of thinking, she deliberately, though reluctantly took her hand away from her pussy. She was so tired. She fell asleep within three minutes. For the first time in years, she slept as if dead to the world. Still, she had a smile on her lips, both sets.
The next morning at sunrise, the man in the barn got up and continued on his journey. He waved to the farmer as he left the farm and walked toward the mountain. In his hand was an apple that the daughter had left with him the day before, and he was having it for breakfast.
A short while later, the daughter awakened and jumped out of bed. She had actually overslept because of how much the young man had drained her strength and because she had awakened several times from her dreams. And then she had seen her mother with him, and lost even more sleep.
She hurriedly dressed while her mind was filled with images. They couldn?t do it in the barn, but maybe if she walked part way up the mountain with him, they could enjoy one another one more time.
With a repeat performance in mind from the man who had given her not only her most intense orgasms, but also her first orgasms ever by a method other than oral sex or fingers, the daughter came rushing downstairs. She didn?t see her mother, who was usually in the kitchen. Mom was still sleeping, and dreaming.
The daughter went right out to the barn, only to find it empty. Anxious, she went to her father, who was using a pitchfork to toss hay into the corral, and said, "Where's the man from the barn?"
Father answered, "He left a few minutes ago."
"What?" she cried. "He left without saying good-bye? After all we had together? Unthinkingly, she blurted out, "I mean, last night he made such passionate love to me."
Whoops! But it was too late.
"What?" shouted the father. His virgin daughter had been ruined? The farmer ran around the barn and into the yard looking up the hill for the man, but by now the man was halfway up the side of the mountain. He was visible only as a moving blob of color far away.
The farmer cupped his mouth and screamed up at him in Swiss, "I'm gonna get you! You had sex with my daughter!"
The young man, who knew he was safely beyond range for the older farmer to catch him, looked back down from the mountainside. He had not understood every word, but he heard enough to know what the farmer was yelling. He was considerate enough not to say anything the Swiss farmer would understand as he cupped his hands next to his mouth, and yelled out in English as the words echoed throughout the mountains,...
"... ILAIDTHEOLDLADEETOO...."
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the origin of yodeling.
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She heard the chime on the clock downstairs and counted, ten, eleven, midnight. Now it was tomorrow. Then her husband did what she knew he would. He woke up and went to the bathroom.
Finally! It was even later this night than usual. Once in a great while, when he returned from the bathroom, he would be erect and slide into bed on her right side, placing his body, and his erection, tight against her. Had he just awakened from an erotic dream? Did he play with himself in the bathroom? She didn?t know. She had never turned him down, because those times were when he seemed to be the hardest and the most aggressive. He might even kiss her more than once. Only on those nights would she reach an orgasm that might match or top the ones she achieved when she was on him and doing the work.
But tonight, she did not want that to happen. For the first time, she really hoped that he would come out of that bathroom and get into bed on his own side. He was right-handed and always got on the right side of her when he wanted to feel her up beforehand. But he slept on the left of her, with his back turned away.
She waited, and he returned to bed, getting in on his own side. He turned his back and she remained quiet, pretending to be asleep. Her body was trembling as she tried to lie quietly. Even now, there was the slight possibility that he might turn around. She waited, five minutes, ten. He had stayed on his own side. Good!
This was the routine, but once he went back to sleep, it was unlikely he would wake again until the chickens crowed. She lay there quietly, still hoping that her husband would not reach out for her. If he did, she would have to respond.
When her husband was snoring, she crept out to the barn. She was wearing only a nightgown, with nothing underneath but a pair of panties and her lush body. She didn?t plan to stay long this time, maybe just long enough to place her lips around the young man?s amazing equipment. She had not sucked on his magnificent meat in the afternoon. She very much wanted to feel it as she wrapped her lips around it. Then she wanted to taste it and feel it rise. Then, when he had reached his magnificence, they could have a quickie.
He had given her a quickie that afternoon, the first fuck. That was probably because he had not known how long she could stay and had not held back. But amazingly, she had climaxed with him. She could hardly believe it. He had given her an orgasm within three or four minutes. When she had stayed, the next time for her, and the time after that for both of them, the act had lasted much longer.
After his quickie tonight he could last longer, she knew, and she would have more time to enjoy his penis.
She saw the bottle lying nearby and knew that the young man had finished off the wine. He was sleeping so soundly with his head on the pillow that he had not heard her enter. She hoped that he was not so intoxicated that he might not be able to perform. Through a open window in the loft there was moonlight falling into the area where he was lying. She luckily had came to the barn at just the right time for the moonlight to be where she needed to see.
She admired his handsome face, looking so innocent as he slept. He was on his side, facing her, with his upper leg in front of the lower. Kneeling beside him she reached out, lifting his bedcover. He was sleeping only with underwear on. His dick was hidden in there somewhere. She undid two buttons, reached in with a trembling hand and felt around. It was hanging down below. Very gently she pulled his long uncut penis out without awakening him. This was the first time she had seen it in any condition other than hard and erect.
She gently released his manhood from her hand and let the penis lie across his thigh. It was so long that it actually followed the curve of his leg. Most of his body was tanned a golden color, but not his penis. It was white, and very bright in the moonlight. It looked so lovely lying there. Strangely, because of the length, it looked thin. She knew that thin look was deceptive. Even now, when it was soft, it was still longer and as wide as her husband was when his penis was hard. And this penis, she knew, when it grew would get thicker as well, much thicker.
She sighed as she remembered. She had never been stretched like that before, and that thickness was what she was craving most. For some reason, her thoughts turned to her dance partner. He was big, big and wide. He might be thick like this too. If that was the case, it might make taking the risk of seeing him all the more worthwhile. It was something to think about.
Trying not to wake the American yet, she gently began pulling the foreskin of his penis back so that she could see that delicious head exposed to view. That head was amazing as well. Now it looked to be barely wider than the shaft, but when it was filled with blood, it was almost as big as a plum.
The skin rolled back, and she smiled. There it is. She lay down in front of him and slid her body closer until her mouth was close enough to touch. He had not been able to bathe after their sex. Exposed, the head had a smell, a kind of nice smell she knew to be her, and her sex from several hours earlier. Unable to resist any longer, she wrapped her lips around him. She did it gently, trying to see if she could get him all the way up without his being awake.
She held his shaft in one hand and sucked. While he was soft she could get her mouth completely over his head, but barely. She sucked gently, running her tongue around his head. It grew slowly because he was in a sleep made deeper by the effects of wine. Also, he had climaxed twice with the daughter and twice with the mother.
He began to awaken when his penis was halfway to full. It took him the better part of minute to fully grasp what was happening, and in the meantime he grew closer to full erection. That felt really good. It wasn?t a dream. He was receiving a blowjob. Was it the daughter, or her mother?
He laid quietly, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations of having a nice warm mouth over his dick head. Then a thought hit him. What if it was the father? No, of course not, but he almost giggled out loud. What an adventure that would be; first the daughter, then the mother, and then, the father. He wouldn?t return the favor, but if daddy wanted to suck, that was fine with him. But as he dreamily enjoyed the sensations, he could tell, the mouth around him was small, and definitely feminine.
He pretended to be asleep and trying not to alert her he raised his head slightly from the pillow for a look to see whom it was. Whichever woman it was, she was running her tongue around as well as anyone he had ever experienced. ?Well hello, mom?, he thought. He wasn?t surprised at who it was. If he were a betting man, he would have bet that the mother, even though she would have to leave her husband?s bed, would be the one to come out for seconds. The wife/mother would not have the opportunities for sexual experimentation that the daughter had. She was married and on the farm. Given an opportunity like this, she would be very likely to take it. And she had.
Smiling in the dark, the young man enjoyed his blowjob and thought back. The daughter had been shy but experimental. He had grabbed her close to him within two minutes after she had entered the barn. Her blouse was stretch material on top and he had pulled it down, exposing her globes to his view, and touch. Her tits had been very firm and upright and he had given them lots of attention.
When he had opened his trousers, she had reached in on her own. She had let out a little gasp and excitedly pulled him out. Within seconds after wrapping her fingers around him and a long kiss, she had gone to her back on the straw.
Though she had not been a virgin when he had entered her, that teen pussy had felt virtually untapped by any other man. She had held him away with her hands to keep him from penetrating her too fast. Yet, at the same time, she had pulled him in. Her cries of pleasure were music to a man?s ears. He had enjoyed teaching her what sex was all about.
He had fucked her for several minutes, placing her into two different positions, and then surprised her by getting off and going down on her. No man, any one of the three, had ever done that, placed his mouth on her vagina, and the fact that he had actually held off his own pleasure to do something like that had been like a miracle to her.
He had been the first person to eat her, and he had been the first boy that she had kept her mouth on until the come flowed forth. She had even swallowed some, but not all of it. And when he gone back to fucking her, she had been very open about how good he felt, and how he had given her pleasure she could only dream about.
Though she knew a little English, most of the words she gasped out he could not understand, being in a language foreign to him. But the tone of her voice, and her actions spoke louder than words.
The fact that she had not mentioned him having to pull it out before he came had made it even better. If she got pregnant, that would be her worry, he would be long gone. He had dropped a load into her that might have been his largest ever, if she hadn?t already drained some off with her mouth.
But the mother too had needed to be taught about sex. And she had been a willing student. It was like a dam was breaking when he started fondling her. Less shy and more enthusiastic, she had completely outdone her daughter. Her body was almost as nice as the kid?s had been, and her breasts had been a little larger.
With his penis being so large, most women felt tight as he stretched them. The single women were always very tight. The mothers, who had gone through childbirth, usually weren?t as snug, but he had always had enough to rub their walls so well that they begged for more.
And now, here he was once again with a mother, and for the first time the mother of a daughter he had fucked. Upon entry that afternoon he had expected her to not be as snug as the daughter had been, and been pleasantly surprised at how nicely she had fit around him.
He had enjoyed her pussy immensely. Probing, prodding, stroking, he had re-sized her to fit him perfectly. If ever a cock and pussy had specifically been designed to fit one another, it had to be the two that they had brought together.
He had enjoyed the mother more than the daughter, actually. Because of her having a husband in near proximity, she was much more of a conquest than the daughter had been. She had totally satisfied him earlier, and he had not expected her to show up in the middle of the night.
As she quietly sucked on his now three-quarter erect penis, he pretended to still be sleeping and thought back about the first time she had come to the barn. When she had walked in, he could tell instantly that she was appraising him. And when he had seen the wine bottle in her hand, smiled at her and she back at him, he had known. This woman was ready. They had not spoken more than three lines and she was in his arms.
Did she know that he had fucked her daughter? He didn?t know and was not about to risk messing this up by asking.
Teaching her had been a learning experience for him as well. But most of all, the idea that she was sneaking behind her husband?s back had made it all that much more exciting for him. When he placed the pillow under her ass and grabbed her legs and tossed them all the way over his shoulders, she had grinned, groaned, said something in Swiss, and pulled him down so that they could kiss. He was totally buried within her, cock and tongue.
After he had been inside her for awhile, and she had reached orgasm and was working on another, he had tested her feelings about cheating. He couldn?t come out and ask because of the language barrier, but there was another way. He did so by taking her ring finger in his hand and then placing it into his mouth. While fucking her with his dick, he had sucked the finger, ring and all, back and forth into his mouth. Then he had taken her finger out of his mouth and held her hand. While staring into her eyes, he had wriggled the ring around on her finger with his fingers to emphasize that it was the ring he was thinking of.
She had known what he was saying by doing. ?Here is your wedding ring baby; it?s the symbol of your marriage. We are here in the barn, and I am madly fucking you while your husband is just yards away. I am taking possession of your body and knowing it intimately. Your body is his sworn property, but I am inside you, and not only that, I am further inside you than he could ever hope to go?.
But it was even more than that. As she looked up into his eyes and finally smiled, she was saying in agreement with him; ?Yes, that ring says I am married. I am in the barn with you. We are madly fucking while my husband is nearby. I am freely giving my body and you are taking possession of my body and knowing it intimately?.
But there was one difference. She was also saying to herself; this is *my*body, it belongs to me, and I am giving it to you willingly. You are inside me, and I have never felt so wonderfully filled within. She had smiled up at him, a sad smile. She felt guilt, but the pleasure was overpowering.
Was there guilt in her eyes, he wondered? Maybe, but when he had placed the same finger into her mouth, she had sucked on the ring. Though her eyes still looked sad as she stared up at him, it didn't seem to faze her. Her hips shoved upwards even harder. She must have been thinking about her marriage, but their sucking on that finger with the ring seemed to arouse her even more.
Actually the mother had been even more than enthusiastic; she had acted like she had never been fucked before. For the most part he had only done the initiating on the kissing. Like her daughter, she had been the one to place herself on her back. Like her daughter she had reached for and guided him. Like her daughter it had been a struggle at first. Once he had started going completely inside of her, she had outdone her daughter. She had groaned loudly, raised her hips while wrapping her legs around him, and pulled him into her as far as he could go. When he arranged her legs and body this way and that, she went right along for the ride.
Maybe she hadn?t really been fucked, he thought, based on the way she had acted. Because of childbirth, she had been able to accept him all the way in a little easier than the daughter. She had not held back his entry like the daughter. Still, she had gasped loudly and beautifully upon his initial entry.
And she liked to talk. He knew enough Swiss to be able to understand most of what she was saying. Once they had begun, she had seemed to crave his cock. Besides working her hips to get as much of him as possible, she had talked about his equipment as he skillfully worked it in and out of her. He had been able to interpret lines in his mind that sounded like, "I?ve never felt anything like that before", and when they changed position; "Be gentle until I get used to it."
With a combination of sign language and broken Swiss, he had asked her how many men she had been with. She had answered only two, my husband and you, and the sincerity in her voice and eyes made him believe. He had grinned and fed his peter to her with a sense of pleasure such as he had never felt with the sweet and lovely daughter. What mommy was saying was a clue that daddy had less to offer. He didn?t ask her many questions, but the fact that he was equipped with a penis larger than what was attached to her husband and that he was the only other man to fuck her was a real ego boost.
Now here she was, back for more. I wonder is she would have came back so willingly if I had turned out to be the same size as her husband, or smaller? I think its cock she is after, and lots of it. He was partially correct. She was after cock, and since he had lots of it, she wanted it. But she wanted more, a little bit of romance perhaps, some kissing and cuddling. Maybe he would provide this for her before she returned to her husband?s bed.
Smiling, he watched the top of her head as she lovingly worked her lips and tongue over his dick. She was also trying to feel his balls with one hand, but she could not lift them because he was on his side and his two thighs, lying one on top of the other, were holding his balls in place. He pretended to still be sleeping and rolled slightly so that he was completely on his back. At the same time he opened his legs a little. This allowed his balls and penis to be completely exposed instead of being partially buried between his legs.
Now she really became enthusiastic. His dick was pointing almost straight up, and she crawled up onto her hands and knees so that she could handle as much of his cock as she could reach. She squeezed it gently. It was huge, so long and thick. Yet, it was not completely hard. It was soft enough that she could make it bend a little.
She unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his drawers. This opened him enough that now his balls were available to her touch. She could not deep throat him because of his width, and that head especially was very wide. But she gave it a try, alternating from placing her mouth over as much as she could to running her teeth and tongue down the sides of his shaft.
And she stroked him with her hands, and then tested his length. Slightly soft still, he had enough to fill both of her hands with some left over. That skin would move up and down, allowing her to stroke him without needing lubrication. He didn?t say anything while he grew completely hard. His length grew.
Now he was totally hard. His dick was stiff, so firm that now she could not make it bend as she tested him. Amused at how she seemed to be playing with his cock like a child with a toy, he waited. She would play with her hands and watch, and then resume her sucking. He was waiting to see if she would mount him, but for some reason she didn?t.
He could tell though when she again measured him for length. She grasped him with both hands, one above the other, and he still had the entire head left over, untouched, above her upper hand. He was fully two of her hands long, with about a half an inch more to go to the head, and then, the head itself, so thick and long.
And she went back to sucking him. Was she trying to make him come in her mouth? He didn?t know, but he preferred to fuck. He could wait no longer and pretended to awaken.
That seemed to be her cue, because she immediately stood up and pulled her gown over her head. She tossed it onto the hay beside him, and he admired her lovely body in the moonlight as she knelt and removed her panties, tossing them on top of the rumpled gown.
At that moment, unknown to either of them, her daughter entered the barn. Shocked, she immediately moved over behind a stall, where she could watch without being seen. Mommy, what are you doing? Fortunately, she did not utter her thoughts out loud.
Her mother had been pulling her dress up and off her body just as she had entered, and then had dropped her panties. She wondered, Are they just starting? Is this the first time for mommy with this boy? Is mommy about to discover and enjoy what he had fed to me? Oh mommy, I wanted to make love with him, but you need it even more. Daddy is such a bore, and I can understand why you are in this barn.
With her gown and panties off, mom was back down and beside him instantly. Now up in more ways than one, he proceeded to again give her a demonstration as to what he could do.
As he skillfully fondled her body, she stopped him before he could mount her. She worked him with her hands below and mouth above, and he learned why she had not climbed over him while he was still "asleep." She might have been in a hurry, but she wanted some foreplay. On her previous visit the sex had been physical in nature. This time she wanted to mix some kissing with the physical activities.
He went from being above her to lying beside her. His left arm went under her neck and he drew her closer to him. She wanted foreplay. He was glad to oblige, fondling her tits, fingering her snatch, and kissing her hungrily.
Romance. The kissing was instrumental in bringing her to a level of desire for a man that she had never felt before. He knew how to kiss, and it seemed like, when he was kissing, that he was really thinking about her and nothing else. He even took the time to caress her neck and blow into her ear.
If it is possible for an older married woman to be in love with a younger man whose name she does not even know, it was happening now. She kissed and fondled, outdoing his manipulations of her body. Finally she rolled onto her back and begged him to put it in.
Her daughter was watching with disbelieving eyes. Mommy is kissing and holding that man like she is in love with him, and now she is begging to be fucked. Poor mommy, you have been so starved for good loving.
As he entered her with that healthy young man meat that she craved, the mother groaned softly. She had to control herself from being louder, but she couldn?t help but speak out, thanking him for giving her what he had to offer. The mother and wife wanted so bad to let herself go completely, but she was afraid of being heard.
During the day, with cows mooing, chickens clucking and other farm noises, she had not worried about being heard. But now, every sound above a whisper might carry.
When she had been looking out the bedroom window, this young man and what she had done with him had seemed like a dream. And even now, as they fucked in the light of the moon coming in from a window in the loft, it still seemed like a dream.
Dream or not, she had never before today experienced multiple orgasms. Tonight was confirmation of what she had felt in the afternoon. She gasped and groaned, and in the middle of it all she kept thanking him.
The daughter was fascinated. She could hear and understood every word of what mommy was saying, and she knew that the American probably did not understand much Swiss. Mommy is thanking him for fucking her so well. I never knew, never dreamed that mommy could be like this!
The American had demonstrated good control before, but now, after a bottle of wine, he could last even longer. He had what some men referred to as a ?liquor hardon.? He fucked her passionately for about ten minutes, during which time she climaxed at least twice. When he asked her if she wanted to get on top like she had done during part of her first visit, she somehow understood him and replied that she wanted him to remain where he was. "Just keep kissing me," she pleaded in Swiss. He gave her the kisses she craved, and more.
During her first visit, after the young man had given her a first orgasm, she had mounted him. But that was only so that she could make comparisons with her husband. The young man had felt better, and she had climaxed very quickly after moving her hips around in many different angles. She had felt places being touched that had never been touched before.
What was nicer: the young man had caressed them, but he had not insisted on squeezing her tits while she did the work. He had allowed her to lie where she preferred, and had not interrupted until she had changed her position on her own.
But now her dream lover was on top. She kept the young man inside for about 20 total minutes, long enough for the stud of her dreams to have given her two orgasms before he dumped his load.
About 15 minutes of that 20 had been spent on active fucking. The pillow had been under her head some of the time, her ass the rest. The tender lips and walls of her vagina had received the best workout of their lives. She kept her arms and legs around him so that he could not roll off. He was wise enough to know that she would want to be held and kissed afterwards. He didn?t mind because he could lie here and let it drain into her.
She wanted him inside her forever, but she knew this had to end. If her husband were to awaken and look for her?
Tears in her eyes, she hugged his body, keeping him close. His penis, though softened some, still could be felt within her. Everything was so wet, her pussy, her body, her eyes. She sighed softly and squeezed him, and he, sensing what she craved, kissed her, only this time very softly and romantically. He felt the wetness of her tears on his cheek, and he gave her the tenderness and closeness she so craved.
The daughter continued to watch and her eyes and ears still could not believe or totally accept what was happening. Oh mommy, you needed this so. I do hope that this does not destroy your marriage with daddy. This boy will be gone in the morning.
It was another five minutes before the mother lowered her legs and released the young American. When he pulled out, his penis was still more hard than soft. You could even hear a wet popping sound as the ridge on the bottom portion of that wide head tugged at her lips. She immediately sat up and stared at his penis. Wet with their juices, it was shining brightly in the moonlight. His penis, as it was going soft, was getting thinner in the shaft first. That head would remain mostly full size until he went completely soft. She was thoughtful enough to go down and use her mouth to clean him up, draining his residual fluid into her mouth.
At that point, thinking that the fucking was finished, the daughter quietly snuck out of the barn. Maybe she would return later, but she doubted the boy would be wanting anymore tonight. In the morning, early, she might try again.
Mom tried to stand and fell back. She felt so weak, even more so than in the early evening, when they had actually spent more time having sex. He helped her rise and held her in his arms. Even now she couldn?t keep her hands off him as she cupped his dangling penis in one hand. For the first time she felt his balls while the boy was standing up. They were large and firm within their sack. Again, he didn?t mind. It gave him time to fondle her lovely tits and caress her nicely rounded ass.
When his hands dug into her cheeks on each side and pulled, she instantly was reminded of her dance partner. She thought of the man at the bar who liked to dance close to her. This was what it might be like if they were both naked on the dance floor. It was only a fleeting thought, and then it was forgotten.
That head was still big as she wrapped the fingers of one hand around it. She held the head in her hand and wriggled his entire penis back and forth, swinging the entire affair side to side. He responded by kissing her even more and grasping her ass cheeks firmly and squeezing.
She had to get back and moved away from him. She had not thought to bring a towel along. Just like the first time, she was going to end up with a pair of panties soaked with come. There wasn?t as much come though, as with her husband. This boy had smaller, thicker loads, and he had been drained several times within a few hours.
He watched as she bent down to slip her panties on, and felt a strange sense of sadness. Already he was lonely. He had enjoyed this woman as no other, and she was leaving. She was just inches away, but already he felt like it was miles. She straightened, and he surprised her by embracing her in his arms. She sighed. This was exactly the kind of closeness she had been craving.
She could not resist, even now, feeling his manhood one more time. Her fingers wrapped around him. Amazingly, he began to grow. She released his shaft reluctantly, bent down and kissed it one last time.
"Yes. Suck it. I can come quickly." He placed a hand on the back of her head and sort of held her there.
She was not sure what he had said, but interpreted it correctly. She placed her lips over his penis, and he grew quickly. He held her head with his hands and guided her. Never once did he try to force his penis deeper.
It was as he had said. Somehow, his youth perhaps, he came quickly. He reached orgasm even before his heart could pump enough blood to fill his penis completely. He was not full, with a totally stiff erection. Still, he was hard enough, and his orgasm was strong. He had been drained, but still was able to give her a teaspoon or more. She giggled and swallowed it all, something she rarely had done for her husband.
When she tried to rise, he had to help her up, and then he embraced her with his arms. He surprised her by kissing her, and she still had a strong taste of him in her mouth. Yes, this was what she liked most. He knew how to be romantic, even if it was only to be temporary.
As she was waiting to gain enough strength to return to the house, they kissed long and tenderly before saying their good-byes. She even left some money for him.
With sopping wet panties and an aftertaste that she, for the first time enjoyed, the housewife crept quietly into the bedroom. She held her breath until she heard her husband?s soft breathing. Good, he was still sleeping. She went into the bathroom and after spending a few minutes on the toilet, finished up with a sponge bath at the sink.
She was ready to leave when she remembered her panties lying on the floor. God, if I had forgotten those, my husband?
She picked them up. Her panties were soaking wet with slippery come. She grasped the panties with both hands and began kneading the material so that the come was spread out in a much wider area of the panties. That way they might dry quicker. It was not likely her husband would dig down into the hamper and find them, but you never know. She hid this pair way in the bottom of her laundry hamper, alongside the pair from her first visit. Out of curiosity, she felt around on the other pair. Her fingers touched a wet, sticky glob. They still had not dried completely. Like she had done with the second pair, she wriggled the panties around, spreading his come throughout.
She tossed the panties alongside the other pair and allowed the rest of the laundry to fall on top. As she began to walk away, she did something that normally a man might do if he had discovered the panties just removed from a hot chick. She dug back down into the hamper and pulled out the freshest pair. She held them between the fingers of both hands, then actually pressed the panties into her face. She felt the sticky wetness, and inhaled deeply. This wetness, this is him. He will be gone in the morning, but he has known and pleasured me like I never knew to be possible. Thank you young American boy.
After reluctantly wiping her face, she crept quietly into bed and listened. Her husband continued to sleep. Good. After placing her hand over her vagina and feeling around her tender lips, she thought back on all she had done with the young man. She even rubbed her clitoris gently, and wondered if she should attempt another orgasm. But she was too tired. Her mind wandered, and she surprisingly found herself thinking of her dance partner.
The young man would be gone. That was one reason why she had chosen him. Her dance partner was here, always, and for that reason she had never allowed things to go further. But now, that was the problem. She had been awakened sexually, and the young man would be gone. Should she, could she ever sneak with her dance partner? He would be the obvious, easy choice. It would be playing with fire, but right now the thought of it was making her play with herself. The next dance was just one week away.
Disgusted with her dangerous line of thinking, she deliberately, though reluctantly took her hand away from her pussy. She was so tired. She fell asleep within three minutes. For the first time in years, she slept as if dead to the world. Still, she had a smile on her lips, both sets.
The next morning at sunrise, the man in the barn got up and continued on his journey. He waved to the farmer as he left the farm and walked toward the mountain. In his hand was an apple that the daughter had left with him the day before, and he was having it for breakfast.
A short while later, the daughter awakened and jumped out of bed. She had actually overslept because of how much the young man had drained her strength and because she had awakened several times from her dreams. And then she had seen her mother with him, and lost even more sleep.
She hurriedly dressed while her mind was filled with images. They couldn?t do it in the barn, but maybe if she walked part way up the mountain with him, they could enjoy one another one more time.
With a repeat performance in mind from the man who had given her not only her most intense orgasms, but also her first orgasms ever by a method other than oral sex or fingers, the daughter came rushing downstairs. She didn?t see her mother, who was usually in the kitchen. Mom was still sleeping, and dreaming.
The daughter went right out to the barn, only to find it empty. Anxious, she went to her father, who was using a pitchfork to toss hay into the corral, and said, "Where's the man from the barn?"
Father answered, "He left a few minutes ago."
"What?" she cried. "He left without saying good-bye? After all we had together? Unthinkingly, she blurted out, "I mean, last night he made such passionate love to me."
Whoops! But it was too late.
"What?" shouted the father. His virgin daughter had been ruined? The farmer ran around the barn and into the yard looking up the hill for the man, but by now the man was halfway up the side of the mountain. He was visible only as a moving blob of color far away.
The farmer cupped his mouth and screamed up at him in Swiss, "I'm gonna get you! You had sex with my daughter!"
The young man, who knew he was safely beyond range for the older farmer to catch him, looked back down from the mountainside. He had not understood every word, but he heard enough to know what the farmer was yelling. He was considerate enough not to say anything the Swiss farmer would understand as he cupped his hands next to his mouth, and yelled out in English as the words echoed throughout the mountains,...
"... ILAIDTHEOLDLADEETOO...."
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the origin of yodeling.
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