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A Summer in the Country, Chapter 10

After arriving back at the stables Kimberly neatly hung the tack and removed the saddle from Blackie, putting it in the proper location carefully, as usual. She took up the curry comb and brushed out the coat of her wonderful steed, the confidant to her adventures. After the task was complete she went to the house, it was almost time for lunch, so went directly to the solarium. She found George sitting in his normal chair, a curious smile on his face, he almost looked happy for a change. She walked past him and gently ran her hand across his shoulders as she passed, went around the table and took her seat across from him. She sat as before on the edge of the oversized chair, deciding to give him a treat and parted her thighs enough for him to view the tender inner part of her legs through the glass top table. His smile broadened and he nodded a gesture for her to withdraw her skirt so he could see the prize below. She knew that it would be dangerous, especially since she wanted more time alone that afternoon, but had to play along. She lowered her hands to her lap, and while watching the doorway from the main house she pulled the hem upward and then the crotch of her panties to the side, parting her legs fully for his voyeuristic pleasure. He was practically drooling as she showed him her slit, and his jaw dropped open as she slid her fingers between the petals and pushed them into her wanton canal, glistening with the wetness of desire. She heard Clair approaching and put things back in place as she entered the room.

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Clair was smiling a satisfied smile as well as she served the plates of sandwiches and chips to her husband and niece. She patted Kimberly on the shoulder and asked if she had a good ride. Kimberly took the opportunity to put in her bid saying “Oh, yes, it was fun, saw lots of pretty fields, the weather was perfect. I’d really like to go for a walk this afternoon, I could use the exercise and I’d rather walk than to go to the gym, if it’s OK.”

Clair smiled and then looked over at George, her smile getting even more pronounced. She turned back to Kimberly and said “Sure, that will be fine, George and I need some more time anyway” with a chuckle. Kimberly caught the drift; Aunt Clair and Uncle George were going to be getting lucky, by all appearances anyway. Kimberly chuckled along with her aunt and said “You go girl” softly. The rest of the meal was spent quietly eating the food, but Kimberly caught sight of the two of them eyeing each other with sexy glances and bedroom eyes. He never even looked through the table to see if her legs had drifted apart, which was just as well with her.

After the table had been cleared and the dishes done Kimberly went upstairs to freshen up and change into some more appropriate walking clothes and shoes. She slid into a pair of warm-up pants, the shiny kind with the zipper in the legs, and a t-shirt, which she covered up with a light windbreaker that matched the pants. She donned her older pair of Nike shoes and walked into the bathroom to view the outfit in the full length mirror. She was well satisfied at the look, and walked to the first level of the house, Clair and George nowhere to be seen. She thought about just going, since she had their blessings, but thought she should at least attempt to say goodbye, so went to search for them. She found the door to the basement ajar and quietly descended the stairs. As she got to the door of the gym she could hear Clair’s voice moaning out a song of lustful glee, she just had to peek in, drawn like a moth to the flame. What she saw was a quick reminder of how twisted George could be. He had Clair laying backwards on a weight bench on her back, her hips elevated on the head end at hip level to him. The bench had been moved over by the ropes, her ankles tied to them, a spreader bar between. Her wrists bound loosely to the base of the bench, her head draped awkwardly off of it with a leather mask tied around it to blind her. As she took in the image she saw George duck beneath the spreader bar and come up between her legs, with nothing on but a very deviant smile and an erection that would frighten a horse. She could see every one of the 15 inches of thick cock as he began to ram it into Clair’s snatch. He leaned forward and grabed at her tits and drove his meat in and out of her like a mad man; literally pile driving it as he drove her to climax massively. Kimberly withdrew; she had some activities of her own in mind.

The cabin was only about a half a mile from the house, so the walk took very little time. As she got there she could hear the hoof beats of Derrick as he approached. She slipped into the cabin to wait for him, turning the mattress over on the bed to find the less dusty surface. She searched around and found some rope, old, but serviceable for her need. She tossed the coil down near the head of the bed on the corner. She heard the horse stop near the entrance of the cabin and its rider dismount, and watched as Derrick entered the dimly lit interior of the old structure.

He gazed at her, standing by the end of the old frame and mattress, and walked to join her. As he was within arm’s reach Kimberly took his hands in hers and led him to the foot of the bed, inviting him with her gestures to have her, telling him “I’m going to get even with you for being such a mischievous young man earlier, take off your clothes and lay down.” He looked at her dumbfounded; he could not conceive that she was going to take him, without so much as any foreplay. His smile evidenced his willingness to play the game she had in mind as he began to remove his shirt, boots, socks and pants. She stood quietly and watched the show, her own satisfaction causing her canal to moisten as she took in the sight of his wonderful youthful physique. Though his manhood wasn’t totally erect when it came into view, she could tell it was something she wanted to have more of than she had hours earlier. He finished undressing and stood before her nude, a bit nervous, but getting more excited by the moment as she began to undress for him. He had laid his clothing on a chair near the bed, and she moved to put hers on top of them so they wouldn’t get dusty and have to explain that on laundry day to Clair. As she slipped the last piece of clothing from her body she could tell Derrick was certainly willing, his eight inches, twitching and swollen from base to luscious tip, now a deep purple hue shaded the crown of his glorious cock.

She gestured for him to lie on the bed, prompting him to lie on his back in the center. He crawled onto the creaking frame, it held his weight and he rolled over to oblige her wish. She stepped onto the bed and knelt over him, her shins pinning his arms outstretched beside him, her knees just a bit above his head. He could feel the heat coming from her crotch as she leaned over him and took the rope from its resting place. He had never been tied up before, but was willing to do whatever it took to fuck this beautiful city girl he had already tasted of briefly. She took the rope and tied it firmly around one wrist, and then wrapped the balance around the metal frame of the head board before returning it to the other wrist and forming a knot around it as well. She was glad to see that there was still enough to do what she had in mind and rose up to bind his ankles together and tie them to the foot board of the frame. He lay there prone, his cock twitching up and down as the pulse of his heart coursed the flow to his engorged mber, his voice was silent, but his breathing became very audible as she proceeded to touch him from foot to hips, abdomen to neck, avoiding the one thing she wanted most, for now anyway.

She got to her feet and stood above his head, the moisture of her loins beginning to drip from the sweet petals of her labia as her vagina filled in anticipation of his tongue and cock. She looked down at her new toy, his eyes fixed on the sweet slit of his desires as she said “I’m going to flood you with my honey Derrick, so eat your fill, and then I’ll fuck you, but only if you eat me good, otherwise you get to suffer without being allowed to cum.” She squatted down onto his face, covering it completely with her open flower, grinding her wetness across his chin, mouth and nose. In a panic he jerked his head side to side trying to catch a breath, her move had been so fast that he had no air to take in, and no way of getting any. She ground onto him harder, knowing that she could give him a breath every once in a while, but wanting him to need it enough to satisfy her twisted need. His lips and tongue went to work on the opening of her canal, scooping the nectar from her liquid filled tunnel, frantic for a gasp of air. She moved lower to allow him a breath; he sucked it in through his nose as he bit down on her clit and crown. She yelped from the pain, and moved to smother him again. He again ran his tongue into her canal, his mouth filled with her fluids, again no air could be found. She moved up again, this time as he snorted in the needed breath through his nostrils he licked at her clit, playfully coursing his lips around it. This was what she had wanted, so stayed perched there for him to gratify her. Her body felt weakened as the spasms of orgasm overtook her and she gushed out a flood of juices over his face and neck. He strained at the bindings to no avail as she rose up and straddled his head facing the other direction, but said not a word of protest. She again squatted down across his face, this time the tip of his nose pressed against the tightly puckered sphincter of her anus, her pussy engulfing his chin and mouth. She swayed front to back, his tongue darting in and out of the inner labia, flicking her swollen clit with each pass. Again her body shook as she creamed his face with her juice, her legs were weakening and she collapsed onto his torso, his throbing cock right next to her face. She needed more and took the broad crown of his pride into her mouth, and then to her own amazement into her throat, her lips found the base of it, she had finally found a cock she could deep throat and chuckled aloud as she sucked it in. The vibrations of her voice were enough and Derrick shot a rope of cum down her gullet, she choked it down and withdrew immediately as it shot another onto her face and then neck. The two were tied together by the fine glistening string of his semen running from his tip to her chin.

She giggled and wiped the creamy stripe from her face, spreading her hips and covering his face entirely with her widely opened cunt. She made him suffer without air for only a few seconds before getting up and moving to his hips. She turned to watch his expression as she impaled her wet hole on his bulbous head and trbling cock, burying it into her depths in one swift thrust. He groaned aloud as she rose up and thrust again, even harder, their pubic mounds crashed together painfully. Over and over she pounded him, again and again she shuddered from the feeling of his cock running up her cum filled canal, she was weak from the exertion but wanted to have him fill her deep within her tunnel of lust, so she rose and fell the eight inch distance again and again until he did with a scream of painful delight. She felt each rope as he let them surge into her womb, three times it filled her, now four, then five times she felt a gush of his semen enter her, her own explosive orgasm even ebed before his trbling came to a stop and he quit shooting into her. She had found that her youthful lover had more cream than the older ones she had found recently, and loved him for that reason if no other.

She climbed from the bed and took a rag from the counter, snapped the dust from it and wiped the combined juices from her loins and tossed the rag over his hips and cock as he still lay tied to the frame. He was able to focus his eyes at last since she had drained him and watched as she dressed. He was getting a bit nervous as she finished and turned to walk to the door and said “Ummm, you gonna just leave me here, tied up and all?” She stopped in the doorway and turned with a deviant smile and said “That is the payback I referred to, did you think I’d just let you get by with a fuck?” She turned and walked out of the door and walked away as he screamed at her pleading to untie him. He frantically pulled at the ropes with his arms, cursing her the entire time, but to no avail, the bindings held. She let him suffer the agony for about 3 minutes, watching through the window on the end of the cabin out of view before returning to free her captive from his bonds. As she did she giggled and said “If you’ll fuck me nice next time I won’t tie you up, well maybe not, you do seem to like it” with a perverted chuckle. She kissed him on the lips and departed before he could untie his own ankles and get off the bed. She ran half the distance to the house and then slowed to a walk.

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