Dirks Donuts Pt. 02

Becca: Enjoy tonight and thank you for the roses, I'll show how much I appreciate them this weekend down by the creek bottoms. Make Mari feel special because after tonight you're all mine, she's taken good care of you, make sure she knows how much you appreciate her. Pick me up by seven tomorrow morning, oh, and bring coffee with donuts. Good night lover boy, don't wear her out.

I had ordered a limo to pick us up, Mari was excited, she'd never been in one before. We enjoyed a champaign toast on the way to the restaurant, the one Jen and I usually went to, as soon as we walked in we were shown to our table where the wait staff fawned over Mari from beginning to end. In the limo following our meal Mari got all romantic, stroking my dick through my trousers, putting my hand on her tits, kissing like a love starved teen.

I pulled back a bit, "Mari, we can do all of this at home in the comfort of a bed."

She pouted a little before speaking, "But it's always been my dream for a handsome man to take me out and then make love to me in his limo. Will you do that to me, will you make love to me in the car, I mean the limo?"

I told the driver via the intercom to raise the security screen and drive around for half an hour. I could sense he was smiling as he affirmed my request. I was making out with her like two teens in the back seat of dad's car when I pushed my hand under her dress. She sat up and told me she'd take it off, with a dress that buttoned up the front that would be easy, I think my response shocked as well as excited her.

"That's not how it works Mari, girls that have sex in limo's get fucked and fucked hard. Unbutton the top and push the bra up, then get those panties off, raise the dress and spread your legs."

She was making soft excited noises as she quickly opened the dress and lifted her bra, god I loved those tits, the fact that Becca's were almost as large was a consolation, next her hips raised as she ripped off her panties and lay back. I was naked by the time she was ready and climbed on top.

"No pussy eating or foreplay in a limo Mari, just down and dirty fucking, are you ready?"

"Please Derek, fuck me like a limo girl gets fucked, I will remember this night forever."

I took her through a climax missionary and still hadn't cum, I tapped the intercom and told him another half hour please. Putting her on hands and knees I found it stimulating to look at her bare ass with the dress lifted above it. A personal dream of mine, to fuck a woman from behind with her panties on the floor and the dress hiked above her waist. I watched the little ass waves with every thrust forward, I would miss that, Mari had just enough extra in the caboose to make it jiggle and move when we were doing it doggy. I wondered if Becca would be the same.

Mari was thrashing about and meeting every forward thrust by pushing her ass into me with an equal vigor, I was nearing completion when I heard her croon, mind you this was all new, she seldom talked during sex, she moaned, squealed, made lots of encouraging noises, but seldom did she talk.

"You're getting ready to cum, fill my pussy one last time mister D, I will miss your cock. Fuck me hard when you cum."

I was slamming into her so hard I was sure I would have bruises on my abdomen, with a last thrust and a loud bellow I rammed into her as deep as I possibly could. Her hips were convulsing and her body quivering even though I knew she hadn't cum at the same time, hers started after mine did. Gripping her hips tightly while keeping my body tight to hers I began to soften as her vaginal walls gently milked me, squeezing, then relaxing, squeezing again, it felt so good I was mad at my dick for softening.

When I pulled out, a stream of our mixed fluids dripped from her onto her dress. I grabbed my t-shirt to clean up when she took my hand.

"No, I want this inside me, I don't want to clean, I want to smell you on my body all night. Can you help me find my panties?"

When the limo dropped us off I tipped the driver three hundred dollars and thanked him for the excellent service, as he took the money he leaned toward me and shook my hand.

"If you ever need another limo keep me in mind."

That I would do. Mari was on my arm as we walked to the door, the doorman had it open smiling at us, walking through the lobby to the elevators she smiled non-stop, in the elevator she hugged my arm and pulled me down a bit as she whispered.

"My panties are so wet that your stuff is running down my leg. I feel so naughty."

In the apartment she turned to me immediately with her arms around my neck kissing me. Pulling back she seemed out of breath, the way you get when you're turned on.

"We agreed this would be our last day as lovers, it's only ten thirty, you have me for an hour and a half if you want more."

Her all-time favorite position was on her tummy with pillows beneath, her juicy pussy pointed upward, considering how wet and slick she was from the limo I slid in balls deep on the first stroke, she groaned and pushed up as she arched her back. Fifteen minutes later we were engulfed in a mutual orgasm, you read about them, you hear about them, but you seldom experience them. The room was filled with my grunts and groans accompanied by her squeals of delight and a constant, yes, yes, yes.

Naked other than for her well soaked panties she lay with me in bed until the clock read midnight, at that point she scooted from beneath the covers and kissed me.

"Thank you Derek, you've been the kindest man and best lover I've ever known. I will never forget you."

It was one of the few times she had addressed me without using mister before my name or first initial. As I pulled up in front of Becca's apartment the next morning, with coffee and donuts I might add, she strolled down the walk looking radiant. I was surprised that my dick was stiffening, hell, I'd been thoroughly drained less than twelve hours ago, but there was no denying it, she looked sexy as I walked to her to grab her overnight bag. With a quick kiss she smiled.

"Well, you don't smell like sex, you did show her a good time didn't you?"

By the time I'd gotten around to my door she had slid to the middle and buckled up. With another more passionate kiss and her hand on my thigh she gave me the "well are gonna answer me or not" look.

"Yes, we had a good time. She wanted to have sex in the limo, one of her fantasy's she said, so we did that and then once more after we got home. Are you sure you want to hear about all that went on?"

"I'm sure. So, is that it then, are you and she finished being lovers?"

"Yup, with one last kiss she left my bed and went to her room at exactly midnight. This is odd Becca, I've never known a girl who wanted to know about me having sex with another woman while dating her."

"I don't need the details, I just need to know it's done and all of your attention will be on me. If we're going to make this work that's what will be required."

We sipped coffee and ate donuts as we made our way out of the city. About halfway to her folks she took my right hand off the wheel and held it in both of hers, looking at each other she said.

"We need to have a talk."

I laughed, "We haven't done more than a little kissing and groping and we already need to have a talk? Wow, that's gotta be a record of some sort."

Chuckling and squeezing my hand she muttered, "Asshole, that's not the kind of talk we need to have, be quiet and listen. I feel like I'm completely out of your league, you live in that fancy apartment, you own a successful coffee shop and bakery, you seem to have more money than you know what to do with and then there's me. Simple, plain farm girl who makes enough money to cover all her needs and put away some for retirement, but not much more ... oh, and goes home every weekend to do chores."

I smirked as I said, "Your point?"

Punching my shoulder she snapped, "Dammit, stop screwin around, you know exactly what my point is. We're from two different worlds."

As we turned onto Willow Bottom road where her folks farm was located I pulled onto the shoulder and stopped.

"Let's take care of this here and now Beck, we don't come from two different worlds, I'm a farm kid just like you. I live in the apartment because Jenny left it to me and I see no reason to move for the sake of moving, the coffee shop and bakery are a huge success mainly because we started out debt free. It's true she left me a large inheritance, but before I ever met Jenny I was quite well off from the proceeds of my software business. In fact, I still do some of that work from my office at the apartment. So, you see, we aren't so different, I just have more money."

Becca leaned to the side staring at me, "You mean you weren't just her boy-toy? You were lovers? I guess I always imagined it was her money you were living on. Sorry."

Kissing and holding her passionately I slid my hand up her side and under her breast, softly cradling it in my palm.

"You're the only thing missing in my life at this point Rebecca. I've proven I can make money and do so operating not one but two businesses. Outside the coffee shop income I still make money through my software contracts. From my point of view, I have nothing left to prove except winning your love and then make a lifetime of being together. How's that for a business plan?"

She smiled from ear to ear, "Sounds damned good to me, we should get going, the boys will be wondering."

Moving my hand to cover her breast I spoke, "I think they can wait and wonder all they like, I want a little more of this before we get there."

I was softly caressing her breast as she pushed into my hand, with her lips on mine she let me feel both of what she called the "girls" a few minutes before she moved my hand away.

"We'd better stop Derek. You make my head get all wooly inside, when that happens I want to take my panties off and screw. There will be time for that later, we can mess around down by the creek after supper, we'll be too tired to go dancing."

When we drove in everyone was waiting, the chopper was hooked up to the Deutz 130 all wheel drive and the chopper boxes were hooked up to a Farmall 1056 and an older John Deere 4020. Since they'd be chopping in the bottoms it made sense to use hundred horsepower tractors to pull the heavy loads out. We tossed our bags in her bedroom and then got ready to help. By the time we made it out to the field with a third empty box Kyle had the first one full and was hooking up to another. I pulled the full one back while she waited for the next one. Calvin was unloading the boxes into the silo. We continued in that fashion until noon when her mom came out with sandwiches and cold drinks, I was pulling the last box in just after four. Following a late afternoon snack Becca told her mother something in Swedish.

"Vi ska till bäcken botten, vara tillbaka vid kvällsmat."

Which I later learned was, "Going to the creek bottom, be back by supper."

What her mother yelled as we walked off the porch I wouldn't find out until we were on our way home Sunday afternoon.

"Se till att du håller trosorna på tjej."

It was a warm enough day that we shucked our boots and lay with our feet being tickled by the cool water of the creek. We were necking and exploring each other's body, when I opened her blouse and was going to push her bra up she stopped me.

"No, unhook it. These are too expensive to do that, I can't buy cheap bras as big as I am. Do it right, let them free."

Welcome words to my ears, as she leaned forward I unhooked the bra, she gently lifted and smiled as I salivated.

"They're all yours, be gentle."

I caressed and kneaded them, the nipples were large and long, at least a half inch long, thick, meaty and oh so suck able. In no time the shirt was off and she was dangling them in my face as she hovered above grinning like some sort of evil person. Before we were finished with our make out session we were both down to underwear, she had ahold of my stiff dick like it was something she couldn't let go of. When my fingers slid under the elastic of her panties she took a deep breath and held it. My fingers were quickly engulfed in thick silky down, much to my delight, I prefer a woman having what she was born with. There are many who like the bald look, I'm simply not one of them.

I whispered in her ear, "Does the carpet match the drapes?"

She whispered back, "You should find out for yourself."

When I went to push them down she stopped me, took ahold of the elastic and pulled it outward for me to look inside. I smiled, the color matched the fire engine red hair on her head, I had never seen red pubic hair before, which seemed to make my cock even harder. As I pushed my hand a bit further inside she opened her legs enough for me to cup her mound and feel the strands of hair alongside the labia. Call me strange, but I like a full bush, I don't mind that she has hair along the labia, the way I see it is that my tongue, my fingers and my dick can easily split those few hairs. When the whine of the vacuum pump for the milkers stopped we knew it was time to dress and head back for supper. As we walked into the kitchen hand in hand Meile looked up with an inquisitive gesture.

Becca looked at her mom, "Yes mama, everything is fine."

I was puzzled by her words until while on the way home the next day she told me what her mother had yelled as we left the porch. I gorged myself at supper, the final straw was the fresh blueberry pie, I had to force myself to finish the slice before me. The fact that her mom had picked the blueberries made it all the more delectable. Sunday morning was lazy after feeding the calves, Cal had already filled the bunkers, we lay in hammocks on the porch with the warm eastern sun bathing out tired bodies. I dozed in and out, before I knew it I could feel lips on mine as I opened my eyes.

"Come on sleepy head, time for lunch and then we'll go. The boys don't need us anymore and mama wants to take a nap." Then she bent and whispered, "I think she and daddy are gonna get it on and want us gone."

She giggled all the way into the house. Lunch was roast beef, mashed taters and gravy, steamed corn, and a cake her mom had baked in the morning. Damn I could get used to farm meals again, but without the physical labor to go along with those meals I'd look like a blimp in no time. Becca dozed off and on when we first started for home, when she woke I asked her what was so funny when her mom yelled as we ventured off to the creek before supper the night before.

With a laugh disguised under her breath she looked at me, "She told me to keep my panties on. The look she gave me when we walked in the kitchen for supper was why I told her everything was fine."

I grinned, "Well, your panties were on, you didn't lie."

"No, but I was a breath away from letting you take them off, and if that had happened we'd have never made it back for supper. Yes, my panties were on but that was all. By the way, did the forest in my panties freak you out?"

I was the one smiling now, "On the contrary, I loved what I saw and felt. I love a pussy that looks like a woman's pussy and not some little girl. Don't ever think you should shave for me."

"I trim though Derek, it gets too bushy otherwise, and I don't like when it sticks out the legs."

"Trimming is fine with me, you have to live with it, just don't think I want to see you without pubic hair. That little bit along the lips won't stop me."

She hugged my arm and put her head on my shoulder as she drifted off once again. She invited me in when I dropped her off, I went in for about twenty minutes when I told her I should get home, she was as tired as I was and felt that was a good idea. We kissed and said we'd see one another at the shop in the morning. I was surprised the apartment was dark when I walked in, Mari was nowhere to be found, then I saw the note on the counter telling me she was out with Raul and wouldn't be home until late.

Having showered, shaved, and dressed for the day I walked into the kitchen the next morning to see Mari finishing my breakfast, a smile on her face. I generally ate by six and wasn't sure she would be up after her date the night before.

"Good morning mister D, breakfast is ready. How was your weekend?"

"My weekend was good, how about yours? Did you and Raul have some time together?"

"Oh my yes, he's such a nice man to me."

"Were you able to show him the undies you bought for his eyes only?"

"Oh yes, he liked them although they didn't stay on me long. He's a good lover, not as young and strong as you are, but he can go a long time. I'm a little bit sore today, he likes it hard just like I do."

Thus began a new routine for Mari and me, actually for Mari, Rebecca, and me. Becca was coming over most days after work, sometimes one of us would cook, other times both of us would cook. I told Mari she didn't need to be around in the evenings and to enjoy her time with Raul, which she appreciated and took advantage of the gesture. We hadn't been to the farm for two weeks due to her work schedule and mine, we were discussing whether to go in two days or just stay at home another week when she asked if I was ready for a test drive. The tent in my sweats was all the answer she needed.

"Have Mari take the weekend off, you and I are going to play."

Our make out sessions had intensified through the past few weeks but her panties remained on throughout. She would let me feel and a few times slip a finger inside but not very long, the night I pulled a soaking wet finger out, looked at it glistening in the light and put it in my mouth she grinned.

"You're a very naughty boy Derek, but I love it."

Part 3 is done & in the final editing stage