Country Fuc

Greg was turning out to be the perfect partner. He knew how to treat me and spoil me to death. The pub lunches, the outings to the countryside when we often took the opportunity to enjoy a quickie and the theatre outings.

It was all so great and refreshing being with Greg and his fuck was always delightful to the extent that I yearned for it, not only when we were in the privacy of his home when we did the role play bit but also when we were out an about, like those country drives when I would purposely do naughty things when he was driving.

Greg liked that though and managed to keep his eye on the road. It came naturally for me just to fondle him in the most provocative way and I soon produced a gear stick of my own. And that alone was really something, rubbing him up over his jeans and, as he grew, propping it upwards as I stroked his length.

It was so beautiful and invigorating just to do that for a few miles. I felt it was all mine to love and cherish, to know that it was all mine and later would be giving me a wonderful fresh fucking inside of me, the way only Greg could do, his lovely feely flexible and adorable cock working it into me.

"I love what you do Pete" Greg muttered as we drove down a country road, as I had just propped his erection up under his jeans so that his gorgeous p-hole was peeking out and grinning at me just above his waistband, looking so endearing and tempting as always.

"I love the way you just help yourself, like it belongs to you and you are in control and do what you want to do>" he continued.

"And what you want me to do huh?" I teased inhaling the familiar scent of his sex which was always tantalizing my taste buds, to the extent that I just had to bend down and taste his peek-a-boo, poking its gorgeous head out to me, like it was asking for attention.

He muttered that he always wanted me to do the things we both liked and maybe we could find a spot where we could park and enjoy a country scenario, as he put it but, tasting his cock I knew exactly what he mean and already I felt the wanting in my hind, something that could only be remedied by Greg and now that his cock was well primed we were both ready to enjoy a quickie behind a bush or somewhere where we were hidden

Greg found a quite lane and pulled in, we clambered over a wooden gate and I teased Greg telling him to be careful with his gear as he straddled the top bar, he looked enticing still bearing a huge erection and I felt my heart thumping in anticipation of what was coming.

Our needs were urgent. I had well worked up Greg and myself too and still feeling the taste of him in my mouth, that gorgeous salty taste I craved for which Greg was always game to give me, sometimes deep throat as I sampled the good that were about to be inside me.

We thought we'd found just the spot but low and behold, we saw that a couple had already taken it and were. The guy was well into the girl and she was yelling her appreciation and my mind flashed back to those early times when I was discovering my leaning.

It was nice of course it was but it could never be right for me. The sheer joy of mutual massaging cock wise was the tops and then, with Greg taking the top and me the bottom it all seemed to work out well.

There was a time during role play that we experimented in reversing roles, and he was bottom and me top. But Greg soon recognized that he could never enjoy being the taker so ever since I have been happy to be the bottom.

Not though I didn't enjoy that time. It was a great experience and I loved when he crouched over me and that time when I first sucked him as he wavered it teasingly above my face as I lay between his thighs. It was really a huge sexual charge and it was simply wonderful to taste him that first time, when I had never tasted cock before, and then the added bonus of sucking and licking his balls like a perverted animal, because that is how it was, our sexual charges so strong and wanting, I went for his browning, it was succulent and really lovely,. We agreed afterwards it was probably one of the most intimate things a couple can do with each other and ever since it has become of our foreplay.

As we trampled further along to find the right spot I could tell Greg's needs were urgent and gave hi a quick snazzy squeeze just to sooth some of the ache away.

He closed his eyes and stood there as I took the opportunity to undo his fly zip and plunge his glory into my mouth regardless if anyone could see us. I took him deeply and felt the curve of his cock so delightfully placed, bulging out the left side of my cheek, he rubbing my cheek to feel it inside my mouth, one of his favorite things to do when I took him orally him like that.

"Pete can we do it now" Greg plead, I could tell he was in such a state. We went for it, there was a bit of a break in the bushes. I couldn't get my jeans off quickly enough, It didn't matter about my briefs, they were down to my knees and in no time at all I did the business and crouched on all fours on the grass I presented myself to him. His sigh of relief was apparent and he quickly placed himself behind me, his cock still between his fly opening, it was that urgent he had no time to down his pants.

I felt a so strong force enter me, It had never been this strong. This was a new experience to behold, out in the open and doping it in a field.

His strong hands grasped my thigh so tightly as he used them to anchor me for the most wonderful deep fucking imaginable.

It was quite funny too because even a flock of cows coming up the hill seemed enhanced as they straggled towards us.

It was time for a quick exit; especially as we could see a cowhand not far behind. Greg had cum beautifully and no mistake and I felt it pop out. And saw Greg quickly put it back in its place.

The popping was nice and I would want more of that.

We called it our country fuck and there were a lot more to come methinks.

But for now back home, a snack and a mutual shower and more of the same. Delicious!