NSFW Story [#25 of 100 days of sex]

I looked into her big brown eyes, she stared up at me unsure of what will happen next. This would be our first encounter but I was more excited than nervous. All night, I had been thinking about her and the urges had become too strong. I wanted her, no, I needed her.

I bent down and stroked a hand along her cheek, she sunk into my movements as I edged closer to her. My face now inches from hers, I kissed her lightly, she squeaked and wiggled her nose in the cutest way and I giggled. I couldn’t wait to have her, for her to be mine and to show her off to all the others. I didn’t care that she was slightly different than the others, she made me warm and happy. We would frolick in the hay on the farm for most of our days, rolling around together and play fighting. I could feel the bond between us growing and knew that tonight would be magical.

My hand moved down her body as she continued to wriggle around against my touches, I took off my clothes – I was glad it was a summer’s evening, the sun setting behind the barn was the perfect timing. The warmth radiated on our naked skin as our bodies moved closer together. I returned to stroking her face as I inserted my manhood into her mouth. She was beautifully moist and the sensations were perfect, although she was a beginner and I could tell this was her first time, it didn’t bother me as all I could think of was that I was finally inside of her. All the build up had finally come and I could feel myself on the brink of orgasm just from her finally touching me. She squeaked around my cock and was continuing to wiggle around as I held steady her face and guide her around me. Showing her how to move and what I liked. I finally came inside of her mouth and she swallowed without hesisation, even coming back for more but I laughed at my sensitivity and held her back playfully. We lay down in the hay and I waited for her to fall asleep – placing a blanket over her I took a stroll around the fields. Reliving what I had done, I was the happiest man alive and I had the girl I had dreamed of.

I returned to her the next morning but she wasn’t in the barn, I ran to the farmer to ask where she was, perhaps she had decided to sleep elsewhere last night. But horror struck as the Farmer told me she and some others had been taken in the early hours of the morning. My heart started to race and my mind was in overdrive. I didn’t understand what was happening, the Farmer calmed me down and explained that it was just the way of life on the farm. It was the circle of life, and deep down I knew this would happen eventually – I just didn’t expect it happen so quickly. The Farmer asked if I wanted her and that I could see her again in a few days, I nodded and walked home, waiting patiently for the knock on the door for her to arrive.

Two days later, it had finally come, the day I would see my love again. I turned the gas stove on to warm the pan for breakfast, and put the kettle on ready for a freshly brewed tea for us. The door knocked and the butterflies swarmed my stomach. I opened the door, and smiled. She had arrived back to me, the kettle started whistling and I rushed back to the kitchen, holding onto her tightly. She was succulent and looked so juicy, I couldn’t wait to take a bite of her, and have her inside of me for the final time. I took her out of the box, and placed her into the pan. It started to sizzle instantly and the fat was dripping out of her, the 10 minutes of cooking time were the longest I had felt for a while – but soon enough it had arrived and I was able to transfer her from the pan to two pieces of soft white bread, with a thick layer of brown sauce to compliment her flavours.

This was indeed, the best bacon sandwich I had had for a very long time.

Love,

71094-jess

#100daysofsex

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