Hannah lay back in the soft hay in the barn’s loft and stared up at the ceiling.
“God, there has to be more to life than this!” she thought.
She glanced briefly at Jonathan with mild annoyance. Long hours working outside had left his slim body deathly pale all over, except for his arms and face, where he displayed the usual t-shirt tan the local boys acquired in the summer. Despite being a little awkward and smelling faintly of cider and pickled eggs, a rather unpleasant legacy from their evening in the pub, Jonathan was at least quite good company. He had an easy wit and was rather more subtle in his affection for her than most of the guys and, more importantly, he had a nice thick cock which was why she was here with him now. He had been struggling to come to terms with the fastener of her bra for a while now. Reaching around, she casually unclipped and removed it, allowing her ample breasts to spill out for his attention.
Jonathan kissed her sweetly in gratitude and then switched his attention to her breasts. Taking one nipple in his mouth he began to lick and suck on it, bringing it rapidly to attention. Hannah lay back, submitting to his ministrations. His hand sought out her other breast, gently cupping and stroking around her fabulous mound. She arched her back and moaned slightly as his fingers applied just the right amount of pressure to the swelling bud of her nipple. He had been here before and new exactly what to do. She let her knees fall open slightly as a hand slowly traced down her body, opening her legs wider when she felt his touch on her thigh. Jonathan, moving slightly to gain better access, kissed her with mounting passion. She moaned lightly in her chest and began to circle her hips against the fingers now massaging her moist slit. As her growing excitement flooded her she felt her panties pushed aside, allowing determined fingers to probe her wet depths. She gasped as first one then two thrust into her, her cunt grasping at them as they worked in and out. Again she arched her back as Jonathan’s palm pressed against her clit, grinding sweet music out of her tender organ. She felt hot kisses trailing down her body, nipping lightly at her skin; a tongue joining the fingers busy deep in her cunt, forced moans of pleasure from her.
“Mmm....someone’s been practicing.” She purred.
Writhing under the attention of this of-so-persistent tongue, she grabbed a handful of blond hair, pulling her tormentor deeper into her slick folds. With strong fingers filling her cunt and a tongue lapping at her clit, Hannah came quickly, moaning as waves of pleasure swept over her. The tongue and fingers lingered, forcing her to ride her orgasm to its limit.
Jonathan, with a knowing smirk, retreated far enough to strip off his clothes. Hannah, removed her panties and skirt, scanning his body as it was revealed. She stared hungrily at his cock as it sprang from the confines of his boxers. Kneeling forward she took the base of his shaft in her hand and plunged him greedily into her mouth. As she pumped up and down him she relished the feeling in her lips, stretched tight to accommodate him. It wasn’t that Jonathan had a monster cock, it was only of average length but it was thick, thick enough that Hannah shivered slightly at the thought of it penetrating her.
Reaching between her legs as she sucked him to rub her clit, still swollen and sensitive from its recent tonguing, she felt the moisture beginning to flow in her again, the top of her thighs slick now with anticipation. Lying back in the hay she looked him in the eye,
“I think it’s time you pushed that big cock into me.”
Wasting no time he whipped a condom onto his cock and positioned himself between her knees. Almost immediately she felt the familiar pressure of his blunt phallus pressing against her, another gentle push spread her open as the tip of his cock wedged into her. She shut her eyes and groaned, grabbing him to pull him deeper into her. Inch by inch Jonathan sawed into her until he was buried deep in her soft, wet folds. Pulling out almost entirely, he buried himself deep inside her again. Hannah’s cunt was streaming with excitement as she was filled with his hard, fat cock. Spreading her legs wide, she felt him deep within her. The pressure on her inner walls pulsing waves of pleasure through her. She held him tight, pulling him into her, his pubes grinding against her clit. He took charge of her now, pinioning her legs with his shoulders, forcing her them back. With her knees by her ears he paused briefly to adjust the angle of his cock, now slick with her flowing juices, before ramming back into her. She moaned deep in her chest and raked her nails down his back, grabbing handfuls of his ass, goading him to fuck her harder.
Hannah was close to coming again now, she wanted to grind her clit against him but the angle was all wrong.
“Lay back’ she growled”, pushing him away.
He looked momentarily confused, beaming suddenly as he realised what she wanted. With him lying back in the hay, she straddled him and, grasping his glistening shaft, guided him into her streaming cunt, sliding effortlessly down on him, taking his entire length in one smooth push. Quickly, she began to move on him, her hands on his chest to keep her balance. As she settled into her rhythm she moved one hand to her crotch to grind her clit with her fingers. Sitting down hard, with him buried deep inside her, she gyrated her hips manically, her head thrown back with overwhelming pleasure, her orgasm rapidly building. Shifting from her knees to the balls of her feet she continued sliding up and down his shaft, tighter now as spasms rocked through her cunt. She gave one last heaving moan as, sinking fully on to him, her orgasm hit her.
She came hard, thrashing her hips, riding her orgasm as wave upon wave coursed through her. Once it had subsided she slid off him and, whipping off his condom, took him deep into her mouth. Grasping the base of his shaft she began pumping furiously. Jonathan‘s eyes began to glaze as he uttered that he was going to cum. Pulling her mouth from him at the last second, he came, gushing strands of hot spunk over her tits. As the torrent subsided she took him in her mouth again, gently this time and sucked him clean. Breathlessly they lay back in a sweat soaked, happy pile of limbs and discarded clothes. ‘Maybe this isn’t all bad.’ she thought.
Hannah often wished for something better, something exciting. She had grown up as a sporty outdoors type of girl and had her share of male attention. She was pretty and had the firm, slender body that wholesome outdoor activity brought with it. When she eventually went on the pill, determined not to join her peers as a young mum, her breasts swelled dramatically which gave her the sort of figure that was noticed immediately.
Her new figure brought with it an increased popularity in the local pub. Hannah had enjoyed the company of a few of the local guys but most of them only seemed interested in a quick bang and then wanted to get back to their X-box or the footie on TV. Hannah yearned for more, the prospect of becoming just another one of the dreary local girls was too much to bear. She wanted excitement and adventure. She wanted the sort of sex she had read about in magazines.
She had experimented briefly with Goth culture, the corsetry and flowing dresses appealed to her and her figure complemented the look completely, her obvious cleavage buoyant in its corseted scaffold. The only problem being that Techno-Goth clubs are in somewhat short supply in rural Devon, rendering the whole escapade rather futile. Her efforts were shared almost exclusively in online chat rooms with small dumpy girls and skinny guys called Raven or Moonclaw. She only ventured into the pub in her full Goth regalia once and the local guys didn’t really know what to make of her: it was like paedo-proffered sweets or puppies, they very much wanted what was on offer but something held them back. So, instead of trying out their luck with well practiced pick up lines, they retreated to the fruit machine to stare longingly as she sat cross-legged on her bar stool, peeking out over the top of her ample breasts. The low point of the evening being when, catching a large dragon styled ring in the loose knit of a billowing scarf, Hannah tipped half a pint of cider and black all over her tits. It was all very embarrassing. Besides, the Goth guys she actually met all seemed to be effeminate mother’s boys and, instead of showering her with sexual attention, they were consumed by their burgeoning internet porn additions and online journals. It was so disheartening that the whole debacle was abandoned.
She turned her attention instead to internet dating sites. These at least promised a decent shag. In no time at all she had a host of admirers but they turned out to be a bunch of neanderthal gropers and anal fixators, that either wanted to piss on her or have her dress in rubber and hurl insults, and one really strange guy, tomatoes, at them whilst masturbating with a big dildo. ‘It’s no bloody wonder these losers are single.’ she thought. The only light at the end of the tunnel was Derek. He was quite charming in his e-mails and had decidedly imaginative ideas for how they might spend some time together.
Derek was in his thirties and had really looked after himself. He used to be in the armed forces and had kept his physique in tip top condition ever since. He was muscular, tanned, smooth skinned and quite attractive, with the sort of rugged, chiselled features expected of an ex-serviceman. Hannah resolved to meet him. Arriving at his house she rang the bell and waited. The door opened and a head popped out.
“Hi, come on in.” he said, hiding behind the door with just a small towel wrapped around his waist. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon. I was just about to take a shower”.
Letting her in he looked her up and down and then to her astonishment, dropped his towel, his cock already visibly swelling.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked, standing back to afford her a full frontal view.
Hannah, not really knowing how to react mumbled,
“Hmmm...you look quite nice”
She hardly had time to put down her bag before he started to run his hands over her, gently outlining the swell of her tits.
“Here, let me help you” he insisted and started undoing her blouse.
Her senses were reeling, she could barely believe that within two minutes of entering the house she was being undressed by a naked man; a naked man with a prominent erection. Having opened her blouse and gained access to her somewhat heaving chest, he commenced kissing, cupping and nuzzling her breasts whilst making generally appreciative noises. Hannah, was completely lost to the moment. She could feel the blood rushing to her pussy, engorging it and flushing it pink, her lips beginning to pout open, the moisture of this sudden and intense arousal flooding her. This man had dominated her completely and all she wanted now was to be filled with his bulging cock. Taking him in her hand she began stroking him, exciting happy murmurs in response. They separated only long enough for her to strip, crashing themselves back together in a frenzy of kissing and groping. Derek had two fingers pushed deep into her cunt, forcing whimpers of pleasure from her as they kissed passionately. Breaking away from her, he gently but firmly guided her to his cock. She immediately took him in her mouth, stroking his shaft as she sucked him, her other hand clawing at her clit in desire.
“Oh my God, I am so horny” she gasped, pulling her mouth from him.
Getting up she leaned forward over the back of his sofa.
“Stick it in me.” she demanded, rubbing her pussy as if to entice him.
He wasted no time and quickly positioned himself behind her.
“You sure this is ok?”’
“It’s ok. I’m on the pill.”
At this he rubbed the tip of his cock around the entrance of her sopping hole and plunged into her with one long thrust. Hannah moaned aloud, her head back, fingers dancing on her clit.
“Oh yes. Oh, fuck me, fuck me harder!” she groaned.
He slammed his cock into her as she ground her ass backwards to meet each thrust. She was overcome with lust. Knowing no shame she boldly pleasured herself as he fucked her, groaning and demanding to be fucked harder. She felt his hand reach up to grab roughly at her tits, pinching her nipples fiercely. The pain was wonderful and sent waves of pleasure through her brain. Crying out, she came, arching her back and reaching back to claw at his ass, pulling him into her. He groaned aloud at this.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum” and, pulling out of her, shot hot white streaks over her back. Hannah span around just in time to take him in her mouth, moaning as she greedily sucked the last of his spunk out of him. Gazing up at him through low-lidded eyes, she licked around his spent shaft and rubbing his length against her face.
She went to see him often after this initial visit and things were going well. They enjoyed each other’s company and Derek never ceased to amaze her at how masterfully he brought out the complete animal in her. She was pleasantly surprised at how depraved she could be. It came as rather a shock then when, out of the blue, he announced that he could no longer see her; apparently his wife was getting suspicious and was snooping into his activities while she was busy on her night shifts. Hannah, knowing nothing of his marriage, was gob-smacked.
“What a bastard!” she fumed.
With the only decent guy out of the many weirdoes proving once and for all that all guys on internet sites are best avoided, that source of amusement was over. She toyed with the idea of seeing if the women were any better; maybe she just wasn’t cut out for men but a quick scan confirmed that they were all either scammers or the same local slatterns that she so desperately wanted to avoid becoming herself. No, another route to sexual happiness and adventure was required. In her efforts to realise her ambitions she turned to the city. Surely the cosmopolitan clubs and bars there would have better pickings.
Hannah was very excited, she planned to visit for a long weekend to investigate jobs, accommodation, do a bit of clothes shopping in the cool shops and then hit the clubs and bars. From day one she was almost completely demoralised. She lacked the experience and qualifications for all but the most menial shop jobs, clothes and accommodation were much more expensive than she had imagined and, despite deliberately toning down her rather rustic local accent, most of the people she tried to talk to either looked down their noses at her or openly criticised her for being a ‘country type’. The clubs were even worse. If she managed to get in nobody would take her seriously, most just took the piss out of her.
“Stupid stuck up cunts! Fuck ‘em, I know where I’m not wanted.”
Dejected and without even a charity fuck, she returned home; crest-fallen but determined.
Hannah still craved the excitement and bustle of city life. If her accent was the problem then maybe a foreign man was the answer.
“I need a holiday anyway” she thought.
With Europe as a starting point she picked Frankfurt; a large enough city to be cultured and exciting, with the long hot summers that inland continental countries enjoy but with a relaxed, rural charm, rather than the cool industrial chic of Berlin or Hanover. She considered France and Italy but decided that the reputation of the men found there was not what she wanted. They all seemed too arrogant and domineering. Barcelona was a possibility but Spanish men didn’t really appeal. No, Germany it was. She envisioned tall blonde guys with intense blue eyes and nicely tanned bodies; all cheek bones and muscles.
So it was that Hannah found herself sitting in a pretty street cafe in a trendier part of Frankfurt. Whilst enjoying the sun, her white summer dress contrasting perfectly with the light tan of her skin, she surveyed her fellow diners. There was a mixture of local professionals and tourist couples enjoying a late morning snack, mostly discussing their afternoon plans. Directly behind her sat a rather awkward looking, bookish boy with a wild pile of shaggy brown hair and a backpack almost as big as he was. He was absorbed in one of the many travel books he had piled around him. A couple sat down a few tables in front of her. She was a petite, slim brunette; much like Hannah only a little darker in complexion. He was nice looking, dressed in casual trousers and a shirt. They chatted amicably about something and Hannah couldn’t help feel rather jealous.
“What did this girl have that she didn’t to have such a nice looking guy?”
Looking around she began to wonder if there were any decent single men left in the world.
The woman looked up as a waiter came to take their order and, shaking her head, stood up to leave. She kissed the guy on the cheek and with a few parting words walked off towards a nearby park. Hannah watched her disappear into the park gates and returned her attention to the man. He was looking around casually as he waited for his coffee. His eyes caught hers and he offered a brief smile by way of recognition before looking away at the other diners.
“They’re not a couple after all” she thought.
Only a peck on the cheek and he didn’t get up when she left!’ Hannah was thrilled. She looked him over more critically. He was quite lovely, just the sort of guy she had come here to find. He was tall, slim and tanned with a thick mane of blond hair with darker streaks running through it. His ruggedly handsome features complemented his deep blue eyes and stylish glasses. She caught his eye again, earning a broad smile before he looked away as the waiter appeared with his coffee.
“Shit, he caught me staring.” she thought, looking away quickly.
A few moments later she realised that he was looking at her surreptitiously too. Keeping up her pretence of not staring she began undressing him, glance by glance. Her mind began to wander as she imagined running her hands over his gloriously naked body, only to be brought back to the real world by the sight of him getting up and leaving. Admiring his ass as he left, she was rather disappointed that he gave no parting gesture or last backwards glance.
Hannah returned to the cafe for coffee for the next three days with no sign of the mysterious man that had captured her imagination. She resolved to give up and was on her way to a different part of the city when she realised that she didn’t have her sunglasses.
“Bollocks. I must have left them at that bloody cafe yesterday.” she thought.
She resolved to pick them up on her way to a different one she had seen in the park.
She was emerging from the cafe with her safely retrieved sunglasses when she was stopped in her tracks by the sight of her mystery man at one of the tables. Hastily, she took a seat that offered a good, unobstructed view and ordered a coffee. Glancing across it was clear that he had not yet seen her and she made good use of this fact by shamelessly ogling him. He was more casually dressed today, in jeans and a very tight, ribbed t-shirt; his muscular arms clearly visible in the straining fabric. Hannah looked up to greet the waitress who had brought her coffee and noticed that the man was now looking across at her. She held his glaze briefly and was rewarded with a broad smile and a slight nod in recognition. Sipping at her coffee it was clear that he was sneaking glances in her direction and she managed to catch his eye momentarily several times. Her heart hammering in her chest, she hoped he would come over and introduce himself.
“Bugger it, if he doesn’t come over soon I shall go and introduce myself to him instead.” she thought.
She had lots of time to study him and had a perfect picture in her mind’s eye of his nicely tanned, broad shouldered frame, his taut muscular chest and stomach and his hard cock jutting out from his body, ready to meet her every desire. Her imagination got the better of her as she pictured herself kneeling in front of him, taking his cock in her hands and gently wanking him to full attention before licking up and down his shaft and fondling his balls. Gazing up to watch him close his eyes in pleasure, she took the tip of his cock in her mouth and slid her lips down his length, hearing him moan deep in his chest as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, swirling her tongue around him. She sucked hard as she plunged back down on him, taking as much in her mouth as she could, releasing all but his tip, wanking him gently as she continued sucking him.
Remembering herself she looked up to see him watching her, turning his head away as their eyes connected. She had become quite distracted and could feel her excitement beginning to dampen her pussy. Shifting slightly she resumed her fantasy, looking over at him from time to time through lowered lashes. She imagined herself laying on a bed with this golden haired Adonis between her legs, kissing his way up her inner thigh. She closed her eyes briefly as she imagined his tongue invading her sopping cunt, probing around her inner lips. Almost involuntarily she gripped the table and squeezed her pussy tightly with clamped thighs, feeling her wetness soak her panties as a virtual tongue parted her lips with long, slow upward strokes, swirling around her clit at the top of each lick. It was all she could do not to rock back and forth to stimulate herself further. Sneaking a look around to make sure nobody was watching too closely, she slid her hand under the table and, under cover of the tablecloth, quietly pushed her panties aside and gently rubbed herself, easily sliding a finger into her slippery hole. Her panties were quite soaked and she decided that maybe she should head back to her hotel to give herself some privacy and to change. Right now she really wanted to feel something hard inside her and her thoughts drifted to the rabbit vibrator in her suitcase
She was enjoying the thought of her cunt being stretched open by her tireless, plastic lover when she was jerked back to the present by movement at her Adonis’ table. He was leaving! She sat up straight in a slight panic, unsure what to do next, when he looked over to her. He looked away briefly and, as if making a sudden decision, he turned and walked towards her. Hannah wasn’t sure what to do, she had pictured this moment almost constantly for the past three days. Looking up as he closed in on her, she closed her eyes slightly and waited for his introduction.
“Hi. I’ve been watching you for a while and you look really nice. I live near here. Would you like to join me for a beer or something so we can get to know each other....in private?”
The words washed over her, smooth, deep and delightfully accented, just as she had imagined. As she opened her eyes to gaze upon him and reply, she was rather shocked to hear the words,
“I thought you’d never ask”.
“What?”’
Her eyes snapped open. He wasn’t there! Confused she looked around just in time to see him walking off with the same bookish looking boy she saw on the first day.
“Fuck!” she thought, visibly sagging in her seat.
“Just my bloody luck!”
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