In a secluded house nestled in the piney woods of East Texas two people came together and discovered the reality and joy of loving each other. It was the 1940s and though it's not always acknowledged certain taboo intimacies did happen . . . probably more frequently than we'd like to admit.
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The last couple of months have been a rollercoaster. For the first time since before I was married, I have been truly alone. The one person in this world that I cared for the most had left, leaving me sad, depressed and . . . lost.
One day blurred into the next, but the hurt and pain seem only to magnify. Even now, I sit in our bedroom some nights wondering, 'what had I done that was so wrong?'
All I ever wanted was to love her, to shelter and protect her, to spend my life with her.
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I looked out of the kitchen window and saw a young girl coming up the long dirt road that led from the highway to my front yard. She looked like a child at first. Small, kind of on the thin side, barefoot, long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and an old worn, discolored dress. She was a pretty girl despite the fact that her complexion now tanned dark from exposure, was covered with a thick layer of road dust. I watched her slowly making her way toward the house, but when I looked away and then looked back she was gone, I didn't see her.
I went out onto the porch trying to see what direction she might have gone in, but I still didn't see her. Damn, that was strange; I thought to myself, and just as I turned away, I saw a movement from the corner of my eye. It was her. She was standing there, and then I saw her sort of slump to her knees. I took off running toward her and found her sprawled in the road.
"Are you alright?" I asked, "you alright?" There was no response.
I bent down and leaned over her. She had fainted, probably from exhaustion and the afternoon heat.
Though petite, she was in her late teens and pregnant. Granted it had been awhile since I had been around a pregnant woman, but I could clearly see that her pregnancy was beginning to show. She was perhaps four maybe five months gone. I picked her up, and I carried her into the house and put her down on my bed. She was so fragile, her breathing slow and shallow.
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She looked half starved as if she had been out on that road walking for a while. I figured it would be good to get her cleaned up so she could be comfortable. I got a basin of warm soapy water, a towel and came back to the bedside. I hesitantly started removing her clothing trying to be careful, not wanting to startle her in the event she awoke. I slowly unbuttoned the bodice of her dress and marveled at the braless beauty of her high firm tits. Her hard, erect nipples were dark almost brown and surrounded by dark pink areolas that had to measure at least an inch and a half in diameter. I continued to unbutton the skirt of the dress letting it fall open on each side of her. She was naked and on beautiful display. She wore no undergarments, her small but obvious bump attested to her pregnant condition. I let my hand glide lightly over her belly, and I imagined what it had been like for the man (boy?) when he had gotten lucky enough to fill her pussy with his sperm. I felt my dick twitch and knew I was getting an erection, a hard, good one. Disgusted with myself, I knew what was going to happen.
I smiled when I saw her protruding belly button. My eyes trailed downward, and I caught sight of her neatly trimmed and cropped little bush. I always liked a woman with a little "fur" covering her mound, protecting the hidden treasure beneath. I reached down and gently pulled back the hood under which her clitoral bud was sheltered. From the warmth and pressure of my fingers alone, her clit was becoming aroused and begun to swell and harden. I couldn't help myself, and leaning forward, kissed her moist, warm nub. The heady scent of her femaleness, musk and sweat left me intoxicated, and my cock throbbed and jerked, uncomfortably wanting to be inside her hot pregnant pussy. My fingers inched toward her pussy, and I slipped one inside her and began to stroke in and out until I heard the faintest moan escape her lips. I could feel her becoming wetter and her muscles relaxing as her hips ever so slightly began to hump upward against my hand.
She was so beautiful, innocently sexual, and I doubted she realized how much power she had over men. I glanced at her face, and I knew she was asleep, the expression on her face a half sensual smile that hinted at the dream she was immersed in. I slipped another finger inside her and paused when I heard her gasp, and then slowly exhale a long, barely audible 'Ohhhhhhh." With my two middle fingers nestled inside her, I found and gently stroked her g-spot until I felt her lithe young body begin to tremble in the thralls of an orgasm.
I could sense my mounting lust, and I was afraid of what I was inevitably going to do to her. Struggling emotionally to regain control of myself, I pulled my fingers free of her pussy and heard her whimper in protest at their withdrawal.
Reaching for the towel that lay in the now lukewarm water, I wrung it out and began to wipe away the grime and dust from her face and body. The coolness of the towel on her breasts caused her nipples to constrict hard and long like new pencil erasers. Strangely tempted, I encircled her nipples with my mouth and one at a time sucked them. Her eyes fluttered but did not remain open. The stress of her pregnancy, her exhaustion and the lingering effects of the sun all combined to loll her back into a much needed sleep.
