[Rachellus]

We have been stuck at home, not really stuck in the home. I woke up this morning as my boy friend brings me eggs, bacon, cinnamon toast and milk for breakfast. I rolled over and he asks if I want to eat it in bed or come to the living room.

“Living room.” I half snarled, not exactly being my normal happy go lucky morning self. Dressed in pj shorts and a tank top I follow him like a little dog having a bad hair day. I sit at the couch as he puts down the tray, his already in front of his recliner, knowing what my answer would be before I even gave it.

He brought me a cup of coffee and it had cooled off to where it just made the lips tingle with heat, the way I like it. I sipped it and sighed. “I love you for your coffee,” I told him.

“Not the rest of breakfast?”

I was dipping my toast in my milk, a habit that he does not agree with. “For all of it,” I said, my mouth instantly full of soggy cinnamon heaven.

As we ate we watched the news, hating to see that things are not getting better across the country yet. He finally flips it over to Amazon and hits resume on a favorite episode of an old Sci Fi series. We finished it and we were done eating as he comes and gets my paper plate and stuff.

“Just a second,” I say as I reach forward and into the fly of his boxers and pull his penis out the front of it.

“I didn’t make you breakfast for a blow job,” he said.

“You aren’t gonna turn it down are you?” I asked.
“Uh, no,” he agreed as I put my lips over his hardening cock, working my tongue up under it as I suck the growing length.

He put the paper stuff on the coffee table and puts his hands in my hair. His hips moved his cock in and out of my mouth as I added my own motion and suction to his shaft, my tongue massaging the underside and the side as I turned my head. I love the taste of cock and I could already taste his pre-cum and I love that sweet, salty taste.

Breathing harder, he would close his eyes momentarily even though he spent most of it looking into mine as I sucked him off.

“I want to fuck your mouth a little bit,” he said, as I nodded my head in agreement to his “suggestion”. His hands held the side of my face as he started thrusting hard into my mouth as I opened to let him get it down my throat.

The expression on his face was one of major pleasure and he said, “Suck harder!”.

Sucking harder on the shaft he moaned and said, “I want to cum on your face Rachel.”

This was not something we normally did and I am not that into facials, but I do it for my guy occasionally and it had been a while since he had given me one. So I nod with his cock still in my mouth, as he ground his pubes into my face in his excitement.

He pulls his cock out of my mouth, grabbing it and aiming it at my face as he pushed my head back with his other hand on top of my head. The first spuge of sperm of course went right up my left nostril as I opened my mouth to breathe. He ejaculated in my closed eyes and across my cheeks. He is a heavy cummer first time of the day and this was no exception.

He was sighing and almost like trying to catch his breath as gently pinched my nose and wiped the sperm out of it. I felt his fingers against my closed eye lids as he raked the cum to my open mouth. Yeah, I knew what he wanted as I sucked it off the ends of his fingers. I have always been a swallower. He pushed it all into my mouth and then gave me a napkin to wipe my face off enough to open my eyes.

“Did you get it in my hair?” I asked.

Shaking his head, he said, “No, I did not get it in your hair!”

Going to the bathroom I wash my face and check my hair. Nope, no entangling glops of jizz in my hair and I run a comb through it and tie it back in a ponytail. We are going to plant flowers today in the east flower bed and I take off my pjs and put them beneath the towel holder.

Don’t look at me like that? Most of you wear your comfy PJs two nights before you throw them in the wash!!

Putting on cotton bikini panties and a grey cotton pair of shorts, I find a sports bra like tube top and put it on. I don’t wear sandals because of fire ants, but I did find my old Nikes to work in. My bf has a large old ladies’ garden hat for me to wear because of the sun. I wear it because it is easier to wear it than to listen to his stories of skin cancer that I have heard a million times.

I grew up on a farm and although I love clothes and make up and fashion stuff, I know how to plant and weed and do outside work I had done all my life. So we weeded the old bed and I worked fertilizer into the soil and we planted Petunias and Impatiens and some other flowers we lost the tags to.

My boy friend’s real name is not Greg but I am going to call him Greg for the story and any other story I include him in.

All morning outside Greg had been patting my butt, touching my butt and rubbing against my butt. Finally, as I am squatted over my heels putting in some final flowers, he said, “Babe, you have an incredible ass!”

“You have been playing with it all morning,” I said as I tamped the ground around the last plant.

He was smiling when I stood up. “I am lucky you like big butts,” I said watching his face.

“Your butt is awesome,” he insists.

We both had a little dirt on us and a little sweat, but I hugged him and he kissed my nose. We went inside and I made us both a ham sandwich and a glass of ice tea. We ate it in the back yard sitting on a little bench we have under our pride and joy big pecan tree. Of course, the bench had to be cleaned of black pecan resin every year but it had been there a long time before we moved in.

We ate and talked and planned the trimming of the trees and the shrubs in the back yard. I noticed him looking at me strangely.

“What?”

“I am really wanting to get off with you again because we get back to work,” he said.

“We have to go back in the house,” I said.

“Chicken!” he said with a laugh as he followed me into the house. We have an old leather recliner that is impervious to sweat or dirt or being wiped off with a wet cloth. Greg took off his shorts and boxers and it in that recliner as I stepped out of my panties and shorts and got on top of him.

I was excited enough that as I rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy, I knew we had enough lube between the two of us. Within a few seconds I had his penis going inside of me and I put my hands on his shoulders and rocked my hips, taking more cock with each movement until I had all of him inside.

We kissed softly as I rode him until I came, his own climax following mine a moments later. I got up and went to pee as he sits there. When I came back to get my panties and shorts on, I said, “You are not finished?”

He shook his head and said, “Babe, I have been watching your butt all day and I am really wanting you anally.”

Anal is okay with me. I enjoy it a lot from time to time, but usually it is a heat of passion thing for me. Also, we had more work to do and he would want to cum inside and I did not want it running out of me all evening while we worked. So, I suggested we do it after we finished our work outside. He looked disappointed but he got up and put his clothes back on.

We were four hours in the back yard once I got started with the limb lopper and I had small stacks of limbs all over the place he was having to put in the heavy industrial big bags for our trash company to pick up.

It was one of those days when you get done working outside you feel like you accomplished something!

We put the bags at the side of the house for trash pick up Thursday and we go into the house. I mention shower and Greg said, “Rachel, you aren’t going to want to shower, have anal and then have to shower all over again.”

I said, “Yeah I will if you are really wanting to do anal.”

He said, “Why don’t we just do it now?”

“Uh stinky sweaty ass!” I said, pretty theatrically judging from the failure to stifle a laugh from my boyfriend in response.

“It makes it more carnal,” he said, adding before I could respond. “I am serious.”

“In the old recliner?” I ask.

“Hands and knees,” he said and I could see he was already hard thinking about it. Taking off my hat, he gripped the sides of my top and I raised my arms as he lifted it over my head.

“Sweaty titties,” I said as he sucked my right nipple and then my left one.

“Tasty titties,” he assured me.

He took off my shorts and panties, kissing my stomach as I stepped out of them. I moved to the recliner and got in the seat, pushing it back as far as it would go before it engaged the footrest and I felt Greg behind me. In seconds I felt his cock against my pussy and it was slowly penetrating me.

I arched my back and I felt his hands at my ponytail and the band came out and he spread my dark hair across my shoulders as he fucked my pussy.

Pulling out, he pushed my knees wider to lower my hips some as he positioned me for himself. He moved my hips some and I felt his penis against my anus. This was the part that I liked to get over, the entry. It never really felt pleasant to me, even though it would feel good inside me soon. I felt him add some saliva and then pressure and I yelped like a startled dog as it went through the tight ring of my sphincter and inside of me.

Greg slowed but steadily pushed it inside and the best description I can give is like a heat inside of me as it stretched me. He pushed it all of the way in as I took long hard breaths. His hands were at my hips as he held it in place for a while.

Slowly exhaling, Greg said, “Damn that is tight Rachel.”

“You always say that,” I said, catching my own breath now.

“Its because its always true,” he remarked.

Within a couple minutes Greg groaned, his hips pushing his cock all the way inside of me as his erection throbbed, shooting his sperm inside of me. He started massaging my back and shoulders and lower back, but he remained inside of me.

This was something I taught him that a former boy friend had taught me. Staying inside of me held his cock tight and he usually would not go totally soft and he could resume fucking sooner. Viagra helped too but he did not have any.

The massage was kind of my reward for . . taking it in the ass I guess, but it did feel good.

“Did it feel good so far?” I asked.

“Oh baby thank you so much,” he said, leaning down and kissed the back of my head. His hands went under me and massaged my nipples and that made me moan.

Soon he was ready to go again and this time he fucked me harder. I have long fingers and I had my right hand under me, my middle finger working inside my pussy lips and grinding against my clit. I was planning on cumming before he did the second time. He fucked my ass pretty steadily as my finger brought me nearer and nearer to my own release.

“I am getting there,” he warned me and I grunted something like I am too which just spurred him to go super deep in 4 hard thrusts that ground against me. He pushed my pussy more against my finger and I came as I cried out in sharp moans of pleasure. He grunted as he shot even harder inside my butt. He pulled me back against him and kissed my shoulders.

The smell of anal sex and sweat and potting soil DID have a carnal scent to it as he kissed me, his penis falling out of my bottom as I scooted around and hugged him tight and kissed him some more.

He said he would put the clothes in the washing machine as I went to get a hot shower. When I got out, he was in the other shower and we ended up on the couch together watching the final episode of Deputy we had DVRed. Being stuck at home is all what you make of it.