“Are you sure?” He whispered, glancing up at Grace’s sparkling emerald eyes. She nodded hungrily. He didn't hesitate. Tugging on the sides of her panties, he slid them down, over her knees, over her ankles and finally over her shoes. He dropped them on the hay bale beside her. Art lifted the skirt of her dress, his hands returning to the inside of her knees, gently pushing her legs apart. He could already smell her sweet musk and Grace could already feel the wetness growing between her legs.
Grace watched as Art stood up, his body now wedged between her legs as she watched his cock bounce with his every move. She no longer just wanted him, she needed him. She needed to satisfy the want that had been ignited within her. Art locked his eyes on hers as he pushed forward, forcing her thighs apart until the tip of his throbbing pink tipped cock touched her soft nest of pubic hair. They both gasped simultaneously and each gave a soft smile, before Art slid himself down to tease her entrance.
“Ahh!” Grace gasped as he barely pressed up against her. He stilled.
“Are you okay?” He whispered as his body trembled between her legs. She smiled and nodded at him. With confirmation that he wasn't hurting her, Art pushed gently forward, the tip of his cock now flush with her opening. Grace could feel his width pushing her apart, stretching her in a way that felt both incredible and painful at the same time. Her breath came in short quiet gasps as he pressed on. Then it came – an almost audible pop as the full head of his cock entered her completely.
“Ahh!” She gasped louder. Art reached down, grasping her hips with his hands as he inched his thick cock forward. Burying himself inside of her, Art’s brow furrowed as he felt her warmth enveloping him.
Grace reached down, her fingers wrapping around his wrists as he pulled her gently to him. Seconds later, Grace could feel his flesh pressed up against her. His full length was now swallowed inside of her tightness and she had never imagined that anything could feel quite so incredible. Grace watched Art’s face relax as he slowly pulled back and then thrust himself gently forward once again.
“Mmm…” He moaned. Grace smiled.
“You feel so good!” She gasped as he pulled back and once again thrust forward, this time finding a rhythm and continuing the motion. “Mmm!” She hummed with each thrust deep inside of her. She could barely remember to breath as he filled her with his cock. She felt herself getting light headed as every muscle in her body seemed to clench tightly. A rush of tingles passed over her body, lifting her momentarily from her own reality. Then, as the tingles passed, she found herself gasping loudly as every muscle in her body simultaneously released. “Oohhhh!” She cried out as her tight pussy suckled at Art’s thick cock, begging him to join her in her orgasm. Just seconds later he relented. As Grace’s perfect pink pussy suckled him rhythmically, Art’s cock throbbed with each jet of his warm creamy cum that filled her. With each suckle of her pussy, his cock spilled another stream of his seed until they both stilled.
“Mmm…” Art said, panting as he gingerly stepped back, sliding his cock from inside Grace. She smiled at him, completely spent.
“Art, that was incredible…” She whispered. “I've never felt anything so amazing in all my life.” He smiled at her as he tucked himself back in to his underwear and straightened out his pants.
“It was pretty incredible.” He said.
When he had finished redressing himself, Art picked up Grace’s panties from beside her and slid them over her feet. When he got them to her knees, he offered her his hand to help her stand. It was little help when her entire body was trembling like it was, but he managed to prevent her from falling as he pulled her panties up. Fluffing out the skirt of her dress, Art stood back with an admiring grin.
“There…good as new.” He said. Grace giggled and as she did, she realized how much she sounded like those girls that had surrounded Everett in the barn and just about everywhere else. Quickly, she clamped her hand over her mouth. “What is it?” Art asked. Grace shook her head, she didn't want to begin to explain how much time she had spent studying Everett D. Roosevelt and his bird-like followers. “Well, whatever it is, you should laugh more.” Art said. “You look beautiful when you laugh…well, you always look beautiful to me, but when you laugh, your whole face lights up.” He went silent, figuring it was better to quit while he was ahead before he really messed things up. Grace leaned in and pressed her lips against his cheek gently.
“Thank you, Art.”
Chapter 8
Art reached down and Grace slipped her fingers between his, their warm palms brushing against each other as they walked.