This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcome.
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Mike woke from a dream, an exciting dream where he was actually sharing the bed of Louise McLean, then felt the animal heat of her body beside him in the bed. He lay back , happy, content in his realisation that it wasn't a dream, after all. He smiled to himself and drifted back into a dreamless sleep.
Mike woke again, dawn greying the window, an unusual sensation at his groin. Startled, he realised what it was. Louise McLean was kneeling beside the bed and she was licking his prick. As he realised, it seemed to grow another inch, until it was rock hard and ready. Louise licked it again, then glanced up at him.
"Would you like to come in my mouth?" she asked quietly.
His prick jumped. Mutely, he nodded.
"Move over a bit, and lie back," she murmured, climbing onto the bed beside him. She pushed his legs apart and lay down on her belly between them. Supporting herself on her elbows, she ran her tongue the length of his prick, from his balls to the tip. His prick jerked in reflex. Louise took gentle hold of it and circled the end with her lips, sucking gently, then circling the end with her tongue. She moved forward slightly and began to move her head gently back and forth, occasionally swirling her tongue around his tip, then settling back into her rhythm.
He gritted his teeth and tried hard not to come, but could feel the pressures rising.
"It'll be soon, Louise," he moaned.
"You're close?" she asked, pausing for a moment, licking her lips.
"Yes, I am," he replied, his voice a croak.
She smiled at him. "Then let's get serious." She raised herself so that she was kneeling between his legs, then took his hands and placed them on her breasts.
"I like my nipples stroked, Mike, and pinched a little. Not too much. . . yes! That's it, that is go-o-o-o-d." She bent her head to his groin again. Shocked with pleasure, he realised that she was taking his full length into her throat, her tongue weaving patterns on the underside of his prick. She pulled back to the tip of his prick, then forward again, down, down, taking him deep into her throat. Despite his efforts, he could feel his climax approaching.
"Louise! It's happening, I'm gonna shoot! Louise! Oh, shit, oh my God, oh . . .Louise!" With an anguished wail, Mike shot his load just as Louise bottomed on her stroke, her chin on his balls. He felt her swallow convulsively, then ease back, breathing around his rigidity, so that he could feel her breath on his balls, feel her swallowing his come, feel her nipples hard under his fingers.
Gradually, the twitches of his prick stilled, the semen ceasing to flow. Louise licked carefully around the head of his tool and sat back, swallowing.
"You taste good, Mike."
He looked at her, stunned. "That was incredible!"
She grinned at him, looking nearer fifteen than her twenty-seven years. "Your prick was good in my cunt, and it tasted great in my mouth. You have great talent, Mike. When you get a regular girl of your own she's gonna be happy." She sobered. "In the meantime, Mike, since there are no decent men in this country for me, and no girls for you, at least we have each other. I love you, Mike." She smiled. "Understand me, though, I'm not in love with you. You do realise the distinction?"
"Yes, Louise, I feel the same way about you. I'll always love you. Whatever might happen in the future. I'll always be grateful for these moments." He glanced out of the window. "Sunup. We still have the corral to fix. If we hurry we could have the poles here by noon and we could go for another swim, only this time I won't turn my back!"
Louise laughed. "Right, Mike! You get dressed and go build up the stove, then it's breakfast as soon as I can get it cooked."
Within the hour they were on their way, Louise again lost inside the oversize overalls. They had decided to use the buggy and fasten the poles to the rear. The knoll above the river revealed more than enough young sapling poles for their needs and they were soon hard at work. Louise had kept a two-handed saw in the barn and insisted on helping Mike cut down the saplings. The day was hot and her shirt was soon sticking to her. Mike grinned at her, removing his own shirt. She stuck out her tongue at him and loosened the next three buttons on her shirt, opening it almost to her waist, the cleft between her generous breasts drawing his eye like a magnet.
"Concentrate, Mike. These are for later!" She grinned at him, then looked down, raising her eyebrows in mock amazement at the swelling in his jeans. He laughed and continued sawing.
Louise's buggy team made light work of the burden of the poles and they were soon heading back to Louise's homestead. Mike, who was driving, suddenly hauled on the reins, looking intently towards Louise's house, now only a quarter-mile or so away.
"There's a buggy in your yard, Louise. Are you expecting company?"
"No, Mike." She glanced at him. "Trouble?"
"I doubt it." Mike sat back down and checked his pistol. He grinned at Louise. "I hope it ain't, >cos a fast gun I'm not!"
"No guns, Mike," said Louise quietly. "If anything happens I could never face your mother again!"
"I'll be careful, Louise. Come on, let's find out who it is." He grinned at her. "You'd better fasten your shirt!" Louise flushed and hurriedly complied.
Mike clucked to the team and they carried on. Two figures beside the buggy saw them coming and turned to greet them. Closer, Mike could see that the buggy was loaded with baggage. The two figures were a man, about forty or so, and glory-be! a girl, looking to be about as old as his sister.
Mike reined in about twenty feet from the strangers and set the brake. The man smiled and came towards them, doffing his hat to Louise.
"Good-day, folks. I'm Dafydd Evans. This is my daughter, Lisa. We were headed for Twin Falls, but we seem to be lost."
"Did you take the left fork at the dead pine, about three miles back?" asked Mike, scarcely able to keep his eyes from the girl.
"Yes," said the stranger. "We did."
"If you'd gone right, you'd have been on the right trail. About five more miles would have seen you to town."
"Is that so? Well, in that case, we'll leave you in peace and get on our way."
"You'll do no such thing," said Louise. "It's nigh on noon and you aren't moving any further before you've eaten. I'm Louise McLean and this is Mike Delaney."
"Mrs McLean, Mr Delaney." Evans was politeness itself, and Mike sensed goodwill in the man. He glanced at the girl. Red-gold hair, piled on top of her head, wisps escaping to frame a perfect oval face, with green eyes, a pert nose and the most kissable mouth since. . . since, well, Louise!
"If you'll give me a moment or two to change." Louise glanced down at herself and chuckled. "I'm not at my best at the moment."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" asked Lisa. Louise smiled.
"Sure thing, honey. Come on in and let's get acquainted." She took the girl's hand and led her indoors.
"You want a hand, Mr Delaney?" asked Evans.
"If you could unhitch the team, sir, and turn them into the corral, I'll get these poles and stack them ready for this afternoon."
Evans nodded and set to easily. Mike noticed that there was no wasted motion, yet Evans didn't come across as a Western man. He shrugged and dragged the poles to the corral, setting them ready for use. Evans helped him move the last couple.
"Is there somewhere we can wash up?" he asked.
"Sure,
"Lead the way."
The two were soon cleaned up and Louise called them into the kitchen. "Sit down," she said, "the food won't be a minute. Those biscuits ready, honey?" The query was addressed to Lisa, who produced a plate of hot biscuits as if by magic.
"They are, Miz Louise."
"Put them on the table, just there. Beef, potatoes, gravy, and the biscuits. Does that suit, gentlemen?"
"It certainly does, Mrs McLean. Thank you kindly."
There was little conversation over the meal. Mike spent the time covertly studying Lisa Evans. By the end of the meal, he'd decided that with the possible exception of Louise, she was the loveliest creature he'd ever seen. He noticed her looking at him a couple of times but she looked away quickly before he was able to think of anything to say.
With the meal finished and the dishes stacked ready for washing, Louise filled the coffee cups and put them on a tray, leading the way through to the parlour. Lisa's eyes were taken by the books and she went across to them. Mike groaned inwardly, then realised that the paper-bound books were nowhere in sight. Louise caught his eye and winked.
"Is it permitted to ask what brings you to these parts, Mr Evans? I don't like to be nosy, but," and she smiled, "I do like to know what is happening. Out here, I don't always manage. Mike's mother tells me what she can but I lose track."
"Perhaps if I said it was >Doctor' Evans, that would be a clue, Miz McLean." Evans smiled. "Doctor Weiss wants to go East to visit his daughter. I want to practise medicine in a Western community. As from the end of next week, I'm the doctor in Twin Falls."
"Welcome, Doctor." Louise smiled. "I hope you and Lisa will be happy here. You don't take over until the end of next week?"
"Not officially. I shall of course make sure of Doctor Weiss' methods. It doesn't do to alienate your patients with >new-fangled' medicine." Evans' tone was gently self-mocking.
"Would you and Lisa like to come out here on Sunday for dinner. I can do better when I have time to prepare."
"If it's better than what we just had, it would be ambrosia itself," said Evans gallantly.
"Tosh and fiddlesticks," retorted Louise. She frowned. "Your wife? Will she be joining you?"
A shadow crossed Evans face. "Would that she could, Mrs McLean, but she died three years ago." He smiled across at his daughter. "Lisa's been looking after me since then."
"I'm sorry," said Louise quietly. "I didn't know."
"No reason why you should. And your husband?"
