December 29th, 2009 by 
Tuesday
(This is for you Serge…Enjoy!)
Black Sheep by Tuesday Richards
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She sat in the meadow, face in her hands, and body shuddering as she wept. Long dark hair hung around her slender frame like a silky shield. Serge couldn’t stand around with her being so sad. It pulled at the strings of his heart to listen to her cry. He walked over to her, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder Serge kneeled down beside her. “My lady, what could it be to make you so sad?”
She lifted her head emerald green eyes met his. “I am no lady, sir. Just a simple farm hand who can’t even keep a flock of sheep.” Removing a tear with her fingertip, she inhaled deeply her full breasts pushed against the corset.
Serge’s dick jumped in response to their fullness threatening to burst through the too tight top. “What happened to your sheep, my lady?”
“Please call me Salina. I left them here to graze and went a little ways across the field to climb that mountain, to pass the time.” Salina hung her head, “When I came back down they were gone.” She leaned into Serge, resting her head against his chest.
His arms automatically slid around her thin body. He could feel his muscles ripple to life. It had been so long since he felt any emotions, he didn’t quite know what to do. Watching Salina from afar would no longer be enough now that he had her in his arms. “Salina, what if I could help you get your sheep back? The farmer would never have to know they were ever gone.”
Salina’s eyes shot up and seemed to look right into his soul. “I would be indebted to you forever, kind sir.” She gazed deeper into his face. “This scar…it’s so familiar, one of the males in the flock, the black one, has a scar just like this one. He got caught in some razor wire on the edge of the farm. I cut him loose and nursed him back to health, even let him sleep at the end of my bed.” Salina leaned in and kissed the scar lightly. Her fingers trailed gently over the corded muscles of his chest and abs. “You seem so familiar, what is your name?”
“Serge,” He whispered into her hair.
Salina gazed into his eyes, and held him there. “It’s impossible.”
“Forgive me, my lady, I have waited for over a year to do this.” He lowered his head capturing her sinfully sweet lips.
Salina stiffened in his arms for the briefest of moments, and then softened against him. Serge moved his tongue across her bottom lip, silently pleading for permission to continue.
She parted her lips and he slid his tongue inside, tasting everything, memorizing every crevice. Her hands moved gently up and down his chest. His cocked hardened painfully with every leisurely stroke. Deepening the kiss, he gently cupped the full globe of her breast, hating the corset that separated him from the softness of her skin.
“Take it off Serge, I want to feel your hands on me.” Salina whispered against his lips.
Serge pulled a knife from her pack, cutting the laces on the back of the corset and let it fall between them. He stuck the knife blade in the dirt next to the pack. His hand moved slowly up her belly, mesmerized by how soft her flesh was, till he cupped the luscious globe again. Taking a rosy nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled it gently back and forth, feeling the ache in his dick when her nails dug into his back.
“Take me Serge, I don’t want to wait.” Salina arched her back, pressing her gorgeous tits into his chest. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Anything you wish, my lady.” Serge laid Salina in the grass, and slid her skirt off her hips, piling it next to her pack. With a simple thought, Serge’s pants disappeared and his cock stood ready for its moist, hot dessert. “Are you ready, my lady?”
“God Serge, just fuck me!” Salina moaned against his neck.
Serge pressed the tip of his dick against the opening of her cunt. He pressed forward gently, not wanting to hurt her.
Salina dug her nails into Serge’s hips, breaking the last of his restraint and he plunged in. Her back arched and she cried out. Leaning over, Serge took a pink bud into his mouth and sucked gently as he moved in and out of her hot folds.
“God that feels good.’ Salina held his head to her breast. “Harder Serge! Fuck me harder!” Salina screamed to the skies.
Serge leaned back on his knees, lifting Salina’s legs, he put them on his shoulders for deeper penetration. Gripping her slender hips, he thrust harder. He felt the resistance of her soft channel as he hit her cervical wall. Salina’s nails dug into his biceps, her screams echoing through the meadow. Serge felt his balls rise, his whole body tightened. Keeping one hand on her hip, he reached around her thigh and pressed a thumb against her clit.
“Don’t stop! Oh God, I’m coming!” Salina’s core exploded around him, heating him to boiling point.
“You feel so fucking good!” Serge gripped Salina’s hips and pounded harder, he threw his head back, yelling her name to the heavens as he completely emptied himself into her.
Serge collapsed onto of Salina, breathing hard and completely spent. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that. To cherish you as you cherished me.”
Salina smiled up at him. “You don’t have to sleep at the end of the bed anymore.”
“That is good news, it was agony being that close and not being able to do anything.” Serge stood up, and dressed them both with a wave of his hand.
“Alright cowboy, where’s my sheep?”
Serge grinned sheepishly, “I led them to the adjacent meadow.”
A wicked grin crossed Salina’s face. “You planned this!” She stepped forward, messaging the bulge in his jeans. “You truly are the black sheep.”
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