“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned, “Fuck my tight little pussy.”
Pulling her ponytail a little harder arched her back, changing the angle as I really started to pump into her. I stroked her back while I fucked her, not wanting to cause her any discomfort. I was going to fuck her harder than I had before. Eventually resting my free hand at her side, I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Your pussy is mine, Emily,” I growled, getting into the act.
She could barely say a word, making do with a whimper of desire. “Fuck… me…” she managed to say through my thrusts.
Letting go of her hair, she flopped to the bed as I grabbed her firmly by the hips, repositioned her slightly, and really started to ram my cock into her. “Oh fuck,” I grunted, “I’m going to fill you up tonight.”
“Pull my hair again!”
I did as she asked, pulling harder still but not enough to hurt. Resting on her forearms, I switched hands as I held her in place with the other, but I couldn’t get comfortable, stopping long enough to get us both up on the bed, and once the position was better, I resumed pounding her. Letting go of her hair, I gently forced her head down by the back of the neck as I leaned forward over her, really starting to drive my cock into her.
“I own your pussy, my pretty young niece,” I growled, “Your body is mine. Those tits. Your mouth. Your pussy. And soon your arse. I will own them all.”
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what?”
“Please keep fucking me. God, I just want you to keep fucking me.”
I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Okay?” I asked softly.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you just as much. Ready for more?”
“I want something in my arse!”
“I’ll cum first, then we can have a little fun.”
“Go hard or go home, Bruce.”
“Oh, I like a challenge. Good thing I own your pussy.”
I barely lasted another couple of minutes, truth be told. But those last couple of minutes, I was driving into her so hard, I earned a couple of grunts from her. But she was either a trooper, willing to put up with it, or she was loving it. Considering I could see the glimpse of a smile on her lips, I think it was the latter. Then I drove my cock into her and practically exploded, grunting and groaning so loudly, Mick and June would have heard it and thought ‘Well, that didn’t take long’.
Sitting back on my knees, I pulled her up to rest back against me, both of us needing to catch our breath. I worried I’d see tears but turning her head to face me, I was greeted by love in her eyes and smile on her face. “I’m a little tender, but totally worth it,” she said, kissing my cheek.
“That’s all I want to hear, that you had fun, sweetie.”
She rested back against me, wrapping my arms around her. “I loved it when you were saying you owned me. You sort of do, like I own you.”
“Just thought it fit what we were doing.”
To my surprise, I’d stayed pretty hard, something she recognised as I felt her squeezing my cock with her pussy. “Guess having a young girlfriend is helping, Bruce,” she said, giggling away, “Soon you’ll be walking around with a constant erection.”
“Certainly crack more of them nowadays than I used to. Invigorated these old bones.”
“Well, I’m loving the hard bone in me.” She gave me a look as I burst into laughter. “Yeah, that was a little on the nose, wasn’t it?”
I hugged her tightly against me. “As I said, sex can and should be fun. And my hard bone is loving where it is too.”
Recognising when I was at full mast again, she lay forward again, making sure I had my bottle of lube in hand. Leaving my cock buried inside her, I poured some lube all over her arse including her little hole, kneading it into her firm cheeks. She giggled a couple of times, complimenting me on my strong hands.
Moving to her little hole, I rubbed my thumb across it, and it provoked an immediate reaction, Emily making sure she glanced back and smiled at me. “It tickles,” she said, giggling away.
“It’ll feel different when inside. Just getting you nice and relaxed. When I slide it in, just try and relax still.”
Prodding my finger at her arsehole, I let barely a couple of centimetres slowly slide inside her. She gasped but relaxed immediately, getting used to the foreign object inside her. Sliding a little more inside her, I felt her squeeze my finger a couple of times, but each time she did, she relaxed again. Just one finger was incredibly tight, and add to that her arse was fantastic regardless, little wonder m cock was steel and she started to move her hips against me.
A bit more of my finger provoked a moan, though I think that might have been my cock, before I had my entire middle finger inside her arse. As I started to slowly thrust my cock, I also moved my finger at the same time, not too fast to start out with. I was barely moving my cock either, letting her take control of that. I think it was helping her relax… or turning her on even more.
“How is it?” I asked.
“I like it,” she whispered.
“Let me know if you want another one inside you.”
She wanted a second one within a couple of minutes. Sliding two fingers inside her like I did her pussy was something else entirely. And… she loved it. Absolutely loved it, rocking back on my cock while asking me to move my fingers faster in her arse. I could see her arm moving at the same time, figuring out she was fondling herself. There was a lot going on down in her groin area.
When I started to thrust, she moaned loudly, starting to thrust my fingers into her faster at the same time. “Oh god,” she groaned, “Oh god… fuck…”
Lifting her up so she was on her arms, I changed the angle of my hand and thrust my fingers even faster. “Bruce,” she whimpered, “Oh fuck, keep going… fuck… cum… orgasm… fuck…”
I had to keep her lifted up as she had one of the biggest orgasms I’d seen her enjoy since we started making love. She squeezed my cock, squeezed my fingers, whimpering and quivering, her entire body seeming to shudder and shake. As soon as it passed, she almost went limp back against me, breathing deeply. “Keep going,” she murmured.
“Sure?” I asked, kissing her cheek.
She nodded eagerly. “I’d love your cock there but not sure yet.”
“Then we’ll do it another night. Like my fingers?” She nodded again. “Want them to stay there?”
“Until you cum, then we’ll shower. I’m knackered, Bruce.”
I did have a little more fun with her though took my fingers out of her arse so I could fuck her comfortably, eventually turning her over, onto her back, so I could fuck her gently to end the night. She loved that, covering my face in kisses, her fingers moving all over my body, and once I came again, that was me over as well. It had been quite the night, in more ways than one.
After a shower, we cuddled in bed, and I could still sense the relief Emily was feeling after confessing what she wanted. “Guess we can now be a little more open at times,” she whispered
“I’d like that. Mick and June, sure. Anyone else, we’ll have to be careful.”
“Guess I can’t just fall to my knees and start sucking your cock in the middle of the yard?”
“I’d love it, don’t think anyone else would particularly approve.” I cuddled her tighter. “I’ll take you out on a date again. A proper one. Dinner, drinks, dancing. We’ll do it more often. They know me in town, they don’t know you.”
“How did we meet?”
“One of those internet dating sites. I wouldn’t be the first lonely farmer to use one of them.”
“I’d love to go on a date with you,” she whispered, “First of many, I hope.”
“Young woman on my arms, every man in town will be immensely jealous.”
We only waited a week before I kept my word about taking her out for a date into town. Despite the weather being cool, she wore a short dress that showed off her legs, a small jacket to keep away the evening chill. She wore a necklace, the pendant sitting in her cleavage, and I knew exactly why she wore it, as it was the first gift I’d given her. I bought her little things online, leaving them around the house for her to find. I just went with jeans, boots, shirt. I was going to shave, but she loved my stubble. Didn’t want me with a beard, but liked running her hand and feeling a slight roughness to my face.
I took her to the next town past the closest as it was far larger. Dinner was the RSL club. Full of the elderly and workers, but it was well funded by the pokies, and the food it served was bloody good. We both tucked into some steaks, chips and veggies before sitting in the bar area, enjoying a beer. We found a good pub playing some decent music and a lively atmosphere. No-one knew me so I certainly received a few glances, an obviously middle-aged man walking in with a young woman on my arm. No-one said anything, of course, and Emily barely noticed. If she did, that’s when I earned a cuddle and kiss on the cheek. When she headed to the bar to get a drink, she was hit on within thirty seconds. I laughed when she pointed in my direction, watching the faces of the two young men fall. I’m fairly sure I heard something along the lines of ‘he’s old enough to be your father’… “God, don’t give the young woman ideas,” I muttered.
Placing our drinks down, she kissed my cheek and snuggled into my side. “Can’t wait until you fuck me later, Daddy,” she said. I groaned loudly, which just made her giggle. “Don’t worry, I’ll stick with what we usually say to each other.”
Neither of us drank too much, sticking to light beer so I could drive us home at the end of the night. It was mostly just an evening for us to relax, act like a couple for once, not stuck to the confines of our home. Ending up chatting with a few other couples, and the cover story actually went down a charm. I was a farmer looking for love, Emily was looking for love and willing to move wherever. We met up a few times before I just bit the bullet, asked her to the farm. Been together ever since. Only one asked about the age gap, both of us casually stating that we didn’t care.