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I am one of those guys that never left his home town. I just didn’t discover any particular reason to leave. And yes, I like my small hometown where everyone knows everyone. I spent my whole live, around 37 years in the same place. Up to this day I write those lines I can’t imagine living someplace else. The furthest I got away was gonna college in the next bigger town, a twenty minutes car ride away from home.
I once married a girl from my town. We went to college together, for fucks sake, we even played together on the playground when we were young. When we both were around 19 years old we began to date. We were in love back then. About three years later we married each other. In the following years our three kids came to the world. We still were madly in love.
But that love, the hopefully ever burning flame disappeared over the following decade. Slowly but steadily. Until we were at a point were we only kept our marriage up and running because of our kids. And to be the perfect family the rest of our town wanted us to be. But in the end it was nothing but a show.
Behind the scenes, without telling too many people about it, my former wife and I did everything to keep our marriage together: From turning up the kink in bed to professional supervision. But it all failed horrible. We had to file for a divorce. It just was the only way out. The best thing to do. For us, and for our children.
After I filled for divorce I moved back in with my parents for some time, my ex wife and I distribute the custody of our children – an easy thing to do when your children are living down the street. So our children were fine. We explained everything to them. We kept our shit together in front of them. We both were there for them whenever they needed us.
But it got lonely in my small town. Not that many single woman my age are living in my hometown, or the immediate surroundings. And fucking someone’s wife, not my thing to do. So I spend most of my free time either with my kids or down in the only bar in town: Watching sports, playing darts, playing cards and checking out the three single woman in town.
One of them was the towns elementary college teacher. She was good looking, around 40 years old and showed more than just a little bit of interest in me. Even my parents tried to hook me up with her. And hooking up we did.
We drove a few kilometers out of town, went up on a hill with some nice view, there we had some romantic sunset picnic. We got along okay. We enjoyed the gorgeous view. We got closer to each other. We kissed. Clothes were flying through the air. The kissing got passionate.
I opened up her legs. My tongue was in her pussy, on her clit. She began to moan out loud. Her moaning got more intense when I brought some fingers in the game. My dick got rock hard. Pre cum was dripping onto the blanket we were fucking on.
Then her body began to tremble. She let out one big moan. She had her first and last orgasm. I wanted more, I wanted to fuck her. But she said no. She said that she only fucks after marriage. She left me blue balled. Because touching a dick before marriage was a sin for her.
She really pissed me off. I gathered my clothes, I collected my other stuff then I jumped in my car and drove back home. I left her out there. As a thank you. No, she wasn’t starving, or freezing to death out there. She didn’t get eaten by some wild animal. She didn’t get lost for days. She just had a nice five kilometer night hike back home.
Most of the village had a blast. Because they exactly knew about the teacher and her strange religious views: Someone eating out your pussy is awesome, everything else is a sin before marriage. Those assholes didn’t bother to tell me about it.
A few weeks passed by until I tried my luck with single number two. The long grown up daughter of our major. She was around 30 years old. About five of her ex boyfriends were living in the surrounding towns. So she clearly was no virgin. People even were talking how naughty she was in bed.
I ran into her one day while buying some groceries. We had a conversation up and running withing a few seconds. Just your average small town chit chat. But my gut told me that it could work out. And yes, she gave me a nice boner. She at all times was dressed to impress. Dressed to draw the attention of the whole male population in our town.
So I asked her out. After we were talking for ten minutes or so. A smile appeared on her face: “Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you. But instead of heading out, why don’t you come to my place on Friday evening? I’ll cook something, we could spent some time in my huge backyard, doing some stargazing, enjoying a few drinks and maybe some other stuff.”
I told her that I am in. It was on a Tuesday that we set up our date. I was hoping that nothing would change. I was really looking forward to it. She clearly was the best looking single woman – yes woman, there were some single men too, but well, men are not my cup of tea at all – currently available in town. And yes, the date stood the test of time.
We texted a few times before it happened. She told me that we need to make up a save word, a word that can end everything in advance. I went along. I didn’t bothered to think a lot about it. Well, it was strange, but I had witnessed some stranger things in my life.
On Friday, early evening, I was knocking at her door. The major’s daughter herself opened the door. She was wearing some leather riding boots, some black riding breeches and some buttoned up white shirt. Her hair was in a bun on the back of her head. We hugged each other, gave each other a hello, come in kiss, then she guided me in the living room.
The room was illuminated in a very moody way. All the blinds, all the curtains were closed. Lots of candles were placed everywhere. A bottle of wine was on the table. Next to it one empty glass. I took one of the chairs and set down next to the table. Wrong move.
An angry, commanding voice was filling the room: “That is my place. You sit on the floor. Get down.”
A shiver drove through my body. I followed the order. Then she sat down on the chair. She ordered me to pour her a glass of wine. I complied. Then she ordered me to get out of my clothes.
Again, I complied. I stripped naked and put my clothes on a shelf next to the table. And yes, the first thing she did was making fun of my tiny limb dick. She humiliated me. Then she send me to the kitchen. To prepare some dinner for her. And if I behave, for us.
She followed me to the kitchen. In there a whip was laying on the counter. She told me to hand it over to her. She tested it by hitting on the counter. A pleased smile appeared on her face. Then she sent me back to get her glass and some wine. Again, I followed her orders. A smile appeared on her face.
After I full filled my first orders, she told me to begin cooking. While she was sitting on the kitchen counter. Carefully watching every step of mine. Getting mad, threatening to spank my ass every single time I made a wrong move. A wrong move according to her. And yes, her doing gave me a damn fucking boner. A real hard one. She commented onto it again: “Looks like someone is a grower. But still, it is a pathetic little clitty.”
I kept on cooking. Once I was finished, my boner was long gone, she ordered me to serve dinner at the dinner table in the living room. I complied. And because I was behaving, she allowed me to eat with her. No, I wasn’t allowed to sit on the table with her, but I could sit next to her, on the floor, eating my food out of a bowl. Like every good pet does.
Once dinner was finished and I cleaned up the dishes she got more innovative. She made me get a collar and a leash out of one drawer in the kitchen. Then she went on walk with me. Through her backyard. With me being naked and on all my four, crawling next to her. Luckily the next neighbors were relatively far away. She even ordered me to make my company in her garden. So I peed against a tree. She peted my head for doing so. She even called me a good boy. Then we went back inside.
In the living room she sat down on the dinner table again. She ordered me to bring her a new glass and fill it up with wine. Needless to say, I obeyed her. When her glass was filled she took her whip and pointed towards her riding boots: “They got dirty out in the garden. Clean them for me.”
I went to get some cleaning stuff. She asked me: “What are you doing? Use your tongue!”
So I went on all my four again. In front off her. And I licked the garden dirt of her boots. Until they were shining again. She teased my cock, my balls with her whip while I was cleaning her boots. Surprisingly her doing made me really hard. She called me a pervert: “Look at him. His tiny little dick gets hard while he licks the dirt of my boots.”
And I must admit, it had something. I really turned me on. I wanted to fuck. To fuck her. So I made an approach. Big mistake. Very big mistake. She got really angry: “I am there for you. I care for you. I let you sit next to me. I even went on a walk with you. And that is how you thank me?”
That was the moment when I was out. I used our save word. She accepted it. It was a very awkward situation. She was looking beautiful. And I really wanted to fuck her. The classic way. A good old fashioned fuck. But she wasn’t into that stuff at all. I tried her way of doing things on that evening, but in the end, it wasn’t really my cup of tea.
She was a little bit disappointed. But not mad at all. We kept on talking for some time. The major’s daughter and I came to the conclusion to tell everyone that we just didn’t got along that well. And that is the reason why we stopped after one date. Then I drove back home. Cursing a little bit. Only one woman left.
The next Friday I went over to our village bar. There she was, the only single woman in my age range left in town. She was working in the office of the sawmill. Some accounting, some organizing and similar stuff. She was a clever, good looking woman. But she had a nick name. A nick name that says a lot about her, and her real purpose in town: She was the 32 year old village cum dump.
She was the one and only single woman mostly hanging out in our bar, and mostly eager to fuck. Or to give some blow jobs. To nearly everyone that asked her for one. She didn’t gave a damn about the fact that a man was married, or how old he was. From 20 to 85. She loved them all. And the men loved her.
But not on that Friday night. The cum dump and I were the only customers in the bar. Even the bartender left at a certain point. He went home to his family. He told us to serve ourselves. So the cum dump and I had the whole place for us. We sat at the counter, served ourselves drinks and we began to talk. It was our first real conversation. Something clicked. We had a lot in common. We had a lot to talk about.
I was happy to have something to talk with, she was even happier to have someone to talk with. She told me that she loved to fuck all the men, but it was a curse too. All the men didn’t even bothered to begin a typical conversation with her. The just went straight to the point. And she took care of their urges.
The village cum dump and I talked until the sun rose again. Then we hugged, kissed each other goodbye and went to sleep. Each of us in our own bed. The following Friday night we did the same. Again, we staid in the bar after the barkeeper threw in the towel. He went home, we staid and talked.
When the sun rose again, I asked her for a date. I invited her to my place – yes, I moved out of my parents place as soon as I found a new home for myself and for my children when they were with me – for some home made dinner. A massive smile appeared on her face. She said yes. Then I walked her home. We hugged, I gave her good night kiss. Then I walked back home, whistling some tunes while having a massive smile on my face.
On date night, the village cum dump knocked at my door. I opened up, then we went into my kitchen. She placed her good looking well dressed body on a chair next to the counter. I served her something to drink then I went back to finish cooking. We talked at all times.
Then, once I finished cooking, we went into the living room. To the dinner table. I lit a few candles and we dug in. We were looking each other in the eyes for most of the time. We found all kind of excuses to touch each other.
After dinner, we sat down on the sofa. Next to each other. Our bodies touching. We kept on talking. We began to cuddle. Then we kissed. A few kisses first, then it got passionate. Our hands were exploring each others bodies.
Soon after clothes were flying through the air. Both of us just let go. Two inner animals were taking over. It didn’t took long until my cock was in her mouth. She knew how to suck dick. Years of experience in sucking off drunk and horny men were showing.
She wrapped her lips around my dick. She took me deep, but not down her throat. She even played with my balls. I was close to an orgasm within a minute or two. It felt nothing but awesome. But she kept me on the edge. She wanted more. She kissed her way back up. Then she whispered in my ear: “Lick my pussy.”
No need to say me that twice. But I took my time. I kissed my way down. I sucked on her hard nipples for some time. Then I opened up her legs. I stuck my tongue as deep inside her as I could. Then my tongue played with her clit. While three of my fingers were sliding in and out of her already dripping wet pussy.
Tension built up. She began to tremble. My dick got even harder while I was eating her pussy. Then she had her first orgasm. My dick was more than just ready to fuck. I kissed my way back up. Passionate kissing set in. While I slid my dick inside her pussy.
A shiver drove through my body. And through hers too. We both let out a massive moan. Her pussy wrapping around my rock hard dick, nothing but great. I fucked her slow, hard and deep. Enjoying every thrust I gave her. After a few thrusts my dick was ready to explode.
“Keep your shit together. Don’t cum,” was all that was in my mind. And I kept my shit together. Until she was close to an orgasm too. Until her body began to tremble. Until her moaning stopped getting louder and more intense. Then I let go. I fucked her hard, deep and fast. For a few thrusts. Then my balls emptied themselves inside her. She came with me. Her body trembled. Her legs were shaking. My body was trembling too.
I collapsed next to her. As soon as we were ourselves again, we looked each other in the eyes. We kissed. We smiled at each other. We were falling for each other. What an awesome first fuck.
And yes, I am still with her today. We are together for about five years now. I am dating the former village cum dump. Former village cum dump, because since our first date, the two of us have an exclusive deal up and running. I just love her. We even started a family together. I am even planning on marrying her. And yes, my older children like her too. I am a very happy man.
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