Country Girl Ch. 05

I took her hand, leading her to a chair, I sat down and then pulled her across my lap, lifting her dress above her bare ass.

"You were a naughty girl tonight, grinding on that man's leg, humping his thigh like you were a dog in heat." I gave her one slap.

"Yes daddy, I was a little slut daddy, but I love rubbing my pussy against him. He makes my juices flow and I can't help myself." Another slap.

"What am I to do with you? You've become his fucktoy. Apparently spanking isn't enough. (another slap)

What do you think I should do with a little cum loving slut like you?"

"I think you should strip me and fuck me hard daddy, own my hot and horny pussy."

I spun her around to sit on my lap, held her tight, kissing her softly rubbing her ass. "Did I hurt you princess? I was trying to stay within a safe place and not go overboard."

"I'm okay Nils, it stung, but it was fun, it really turned me on. My pussy is so wet it's running down my legs. It's time you mounted me and drilled my cunt. Position is your choice."

She quickly shed her clothes.

'On your side, with your leg over my shoulder. Possibly switching to doggy if we have the energy."

"I love it from behind Nils, it goes so deep and feels so good. On my side first, get me loosened up. As many times as you've fucked me, you still fill me up, every crevice, every fold, every crease of my vagina, your cock finds and fills. I'm so happy I married a man with a big dick."

With Britt on her side I plunged right in, going balls deep on the first stroke. She wasn't kidding, her snatch was sopping wet. Britt had two small climaxes before we switched position. I squatted over her ass, as I began to lower myself into Britt we moaned out in unison. Balls deep I asked if she was ready. Britt smiled back and mouthed I Love You as she nodded.

Wasting no time, I stroked in and out in a steady rhythm, Britt emitting sharp little uh's with every stroke, her voice high pitched enough it sounded almost like a squeak. I sped up my onslaught, Britt was meeting me stroke for stroke. Feeling Britt arche her back and spread her knees ever so slightly I began to pound her pussy. I was groaning and grunting along with her little yips and high pitched moans. I was hammering at her smooth, wet caldron of lust, my cock being stimulated with every inch of every stroke. Britt was pushing into me as much as possible, feeling the same sensations I was, her pussy being stretched and filled with every down stroke.

"Nils, I'm there. Cum with me baby, please cum in me. Nils I need to feel you spray your sperm inside me. Cum baby, cum for me."

Her ass shook, her stomach convulsed, her body was bending at the waist and shaking, the only thing holding her in place was my hands on her hips pulling her to my groin. I was spewing what to me felt like ropes of cum.

"Ughh, oh my, Yes, I can feel it Nils, I can feel you cumming inside me. It's really a lot this time. Your cock won't stop pumping."

I remained in position, breathing hard, my legs were shaky, my strength sapped, I let go of Britt's hips and she immediately collapsed onto the bed. I bent forward on my hands and knees, sweat was pouring off me. There was my girl, the love of my life lying motionless, Britt turned over, put her arms around my neck and pulled me down. We lay on our sides embracing for the longest time, lightly kissing, me stoking her long beautiful hair, thinking how lucky I was to find this jewel amongst the rocks of life. We showered together, changed the sheets and crawled beneath the blankets.

The late fall berries were in harvest, Britt's mom had picked black berries and left a bowl in the frig while we were gone. We were enjoying a bowl of fruit Monday morning when Britt's phone rang. It was Betty thanking Britt for the check, but the bank wouldn't honor it, something about her name being wrong. We had purposely gone to the bank the Saturday morning after our wedding ceremony to change her last name. It apparently had never been changed on the bank records. Britt assured her it was good, and that I would go to town to straighten it out.

When I got to town I went to the other large bank on the south side of town. Explained to the bank manager what my normal money levels were, and that the potential for millions to go through their bank was almost guaranteed. She was ecstatic, how could she help. I explained what had happened at the other bank, she assured me such a thing would not happen there, they didn't care how we took care of our money as long as it was legit. I told her I'd be back right after lunch with my wife and a deposit of near $100,000.

As I walked in my present bank I was pissed, it was apparent to everyone. I didn't bother to knock walking directly into the managers office. Tom stood up and I told him to sit his fat ass down.

"Tom, what you did today in not honoring my wife's signature on our joint account proves to me this bank doesn't warrant my money. We have a copy of the paper work filled out the morning after our wedding, showing the date was over two weeks ago. Save all the bullshit excuses, I'm closing all my accounts as of right now. I want a certified, cashiers check, in my hands within the hour. Failure to do so will result in my calling your home office in Garden City, along with a call to the state banking commissioner."

As I waited I texted Britt explaining I'd be home to pick her up, to wear a nice wifey dress and get dolled up a bit. I had an idea to run by her when I picked her up.

When I returned for the check the bank manager walked up to me apologizing, it was apparent losing a million dollar account was not going to be looked at by the home office lightly. (As a side note, Tom was terminated at the beginning of the new year.)

As Britt and I walked into the new bank, she looked lovely. One of the young female tellers recognized Britt, "I saw you at the fundraiser, you looked hot in that dress, you really made it work for you. Is this your husband, he's a lucky man to have someone as hot as you are on his arm."

Britt was blushing a bright red, other than me, no one had ever called her hot. The bank manager invited us into her office, asking if we would like a water or soft drink. We declined, thanking her.

I explained exactly how I wanted the accounts set up, at what levels I wanted this bank to transfer money into my Swiss accounts, and the other banks I had money in stateside. I wanted new checks expedited, new debit cards issued that day, and expected new credit cards within two weeks. I already had other credit cards but wanted something local as well.

She asked what we planned to deposit today, I handed her the certified cashier's check for $103,631. 77. She muttered, "holy shit, you weren't kidding." Then quickly apologized for her language. The accounts were set up exactly as I wanted them, the new bank cut a $10,000 certified check in Betty's name, post dated for three days hence and got us new debit cards before we left. As we were leaving I introduced Britt to every person in the bank, this was my wife, and she was to be treated with respect.

On our way to Betty's, Britt asked what my idea was, the one I'd mentioned in my text.

"It's too early for supper, and too late for lunch, want to have a malt and onion rings to tide us over Britt? We can call it a treat, we'll talk there."

Britt cupped her crotch and said, "I've got your treat right here big boy."

While we snacked I revealed my plan, asking for Britt's input. I had a non-profit foundation, but it had been inactive for over a year. There was over $400,000 in it at present. My idea was to change the name and begin using it for local scholarships, benevolence, helping otherwise good people going through rough times. If we took 3% of our average yearly contracts, we could add over $250,000 a year.

"I love that idea Nils, but how do you make so much money as a programmer, Jimmy Dirksen is a programmer and he doesn't make as much as you."

"I'm not just a programmer hon, I write software, I'm a software engineer. I specialize in the medical and agricultural fields. I write programs specific to their need, they come to me with an aspect and I develop software to accomplish their goals. If they add other things to that aspect, the cost for doing that is added. For instance, the program for the Japanese company is an add on to their existing program for a spectroscopy instrument. It's a six million dollar machine with an upgrade they can't market without upgraded software. They have no one to do it in house, so they contact someone like me".

"I'm certainly not the only one who does this sort of work, that's why there is a bidding process. There are people who make much more than I do."

"Oh my, I'd never heard of such a thing. What will we call the foundation Nils?"

"The Never Too Late Foundation. Both of us thought our lives were pretty much laid out for us, until we found each other, realizing it's never too late. I already know who the first recipient should be."

"Me to, Betty, right?"

"Yes, I checked her mortgage balance through public records, she owes $51,000 and change on that property. Let's pay it off through the foundation, no one needs to know it's us. Right now though, we need to get to city hall so we can pay all of her utilities before they close."

We had the receipts in hand for all her paid utilities, a $10,000 check in her name, and a bouquet of flowers for her as we knocked on her door. Betty answered, looking tired and haggard. She led Britt and I into the living room, the furniture was sparse, but the home was clean and well cared for.

Britt cleared her throat, "Betty, I have a certified check in your name, for $10,000, it's post dated three days giving our certified check time to clear our new bank, use it any way you see fit. I also have receipts covering all your past utilities, and a schedule of easy payments so your utilities stay the same year around. They have been prepaid for one year, if adjustments need to be made for additional costs that will be covered as well. Nils and I have recommended you to a benevolent foundation who helps widows with no insurance from their dead spouse. If approved they will pay off your mortgage and cover one year of property taxes and home owner's insurance. That should give you time to get back on your feet."

Betty was sobbing uncontrollably, she couldn't believe how everything had happened in such a short time. Between sobs she asked how she could ever repay such generosity.

Britt looked at Betty, "Raise those boys right. That will be all the payment ever needed. If you have an opportunity to help someone in the future, do it."

Stopping at the grocery store on the way home we encountered several folks who had been told of our check to Betty. All were overwhelmed by our generosity, thanking us over and over. At the check out the lady complimented Britt on how pretty she looked and that she really liked her floral print dress.

Britt replied, "Thank you Flora. Nils likes me in dresses, I dress to please him when I can."

Flora looked at her, smiled and said, "Your mama raised you right Britt, more young ladies ought to think like you do. Instead of trying to be someone they aren't."

At breakfast the next morning Britt told me she a had surprise, but I'd have to lift her dress to receive it. I lifted her dress to see cute peach colored panties, I shrugged and looked in Britt's face.

"Well turn me around silly." On the back of her panties it said, It's ass, not glass, pound it hard.

"I know these are usually for anal, but I might like to try that with you one day." I held up my hand, "let me guess, you read it in an article."

Britt smiled, "I might try anal, you've always been gentle, I have to research it a little more though."

I could hardly believe my ears. My dick was standing straight up against my sweats. Britt reached in my sweats grabbing hold of my shaft. "Nils Johanssen, you're turned on thinking about having your dick in my ass, you dirty little boy. Are you mama's dirty boy, do you want to do naughty things to mama?"

"You know I do, go take off your dress, lose the bra but leave on the panties. Lay on your tummy, I'm going to shut down the computers, I'll be right in, my hard dick leading the way."

My Britt knew the drill, she loved being fucked this way. As I hovered over her, Britt arched her back as much as possible, pushing up for her panties to come off, and her pussy to be mounted. I slipped my dick in, it wasn't long before we were going full speed. My legs were outside hers creating so much friction along my shaft. My cock began to thicken, it was enough to start Britt's orgasm, I slammed hard against her pussy and stayed still, I let out a yell, overcome by a powerful orgasm. Britt was typically very active when she came. Some gals are fairly dormant, not Britt, she was bucking, flailing, crying out, moaning, her tummy quivering.

We lay on the bed sated, recovering from the fuck we didn't intend to have in place of breakfast. We had a quick bowl of cereal and got on with our day.

Thanksgiving was rapidly approaching, Britt told me she knew of several outlying farms that were just scraping by, she wondered if I thought it would a be good idea to approach the grocers and see if they'd donate a few turkeys.

"Britt, they need to make money like everybody else. Why don't we try this, tell them if they'll put together a box of everything needed for a Thanksgiving meal, we'll buy and distribute them at a reduced rate. Making sure everyone knows they were provided by the towns grocers."

The grocers liked the idea, came up with a price and told Britt. She did her homework, figured out it was a good deal and told them to put together 15 boxes. We delivered the boxes on the Sunday before the holiday, everyone had tears in their eyes, thanking us profusely. Britt felt bad, she knew of at least another 5 families, if only she'd done her homework a little better. I patted her hand on the way home, telling her next year.

Thanksgiving was at my sister Bente. It was a wild house with 5 kids, but it was fun noise, kids noise, not malicious noise or fighting with each other. As we lay in bed that night after a nice slow screwing, Britt told me she had an early Christmas present for me. She put my hand on her tummy, moving it sideways a few times.

"What is it princess, why are you giving it to me now?"

She rubbed my hand across her tummy again, I still didn't get it.

"Lay on your back Nils, put me on top of you so we're looking right into each other's eyes. It's so secret, I have to whisper it, so don't breathe hard. Ok? Nils, I have your baby in my tummy."

"Rubbing your tummy, of course, how obtuse can I be? When, how long have you known, is it a boy or girl?"

"Ma said you'd go off the deep end."

"Is there anything you don't talk to your mother about?"

"Not much love, not much."

The news stayed between Britt, me and her parents until Christmas when we announced it to everyone at her folks on Christmas day. We had seen the ultra sound, but didn't want to know the gender, deciding to be old fashioned about it and wait. Doctor figured conception was mid-October, so it should be an early June baby.

With the holidays out of the way, I was spending at least 10 hours a day designing the software programs. Britt decided to start getting the farmhand house ready for eventual hires. It was horribly outdated, she hired a plumber to replace bathroom fixtures and install new faucets throughout the house. She hired a couple of gals from high school who had a painting business to paint the interior. All new LED light fixtures were installed, no more dark corners. The kitchen cupboards were sturdy, but ugly, Britt had the doors removed, sanded and repainted by the same gals. A bit of paint made a world of difference. The frig and the range were outdated, and there was no dishwasher or laundry facilities, a dishwasher was added to the kitchen along with all new appliances. There was a 10x14 mud room on the back of the house. Britt had it gutted, wired and plumbed for washer/dryer, baseboard electric heat and new overhead lighting. The carpenters insulated, finished the room with drywall, and a new energy efficient exterior door.

Kitchen appliances and laundry equipment were to be delivered and installed mid-March. About the same time I would be through with my projects. Winter had been milder than most, I noticed there were several auctions advertised and thought it might be a good time to try and pick up machinery before the snow melted.

Britt's baby bump was on full display now, as skinny as she was, her little tummy stuck out quite a bit even at 5 months. Britt loved being pregnant, it's as if it was her destiny to be a mommy. I spent lots of time pampering her, I loved rubbing that little mountain she called her tummy. The baby was beginning to move, it was always exciting when my hand happened to be on her tummy when it did. Britt's breasts were increasing in size as the pregnancy went along, I didn't mind a little extra to play with.

Britt would tease me, "When the baby is done nursing at night, maybe I'll leave just a little bit in each breast, so you can suck mommy's titties. Would you like that naughty boy? Cuz mama would love to feed you, it makes me wet talking about it."

We had gone to several of the early auctions, if it was cold Britt would look over the equipment with me, we would decide what we wanted to bid on and she'd sit in the truck where it was warm. Often other housewives would join her in the warm truck while they talked wife and mom stuff. Though money was not an issue, I purposed to be as frugal as possible when purchasing machinery. I needed the best price available.

At the grocery store Britt ran into old Mrs. Podolski, they owned the farm at the end of the valley we lived in. She was excited Britt was married and pregnant, she had been Britt's third grade teacher. As they talked Mrs. Podolski told my wife they were going to quit milking in April, having an auction late that month. They were both 66 and it was time to pull the plug, so to speak. Britt asked about the machinery and tractors.

"Mrs. P. would you mind if my husband and I visit tonight after milking? We're going to start milking and what you're selling is what we're looking for. If that's alright, would seven be too early?

Mrs. P. couldn't imagine why it wouldn't be okay, telling Britt she'd make some cookies, remembering Nils was always asking for cookies as a boy.

Ch 6 is on the way.