Monica and me

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This story is about one day in the lives of Monica and Jerry
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Submitted: October 18, 2013

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This Story starts in Bucasia near Mackay, Queensland. I own 5 acres of land here and it goes right down to the Beach. On it is a 2 story house made from corrugated Iron.

Here I live with my girlfriend Monica. We met 3 months ago in Mackay at Mitchelmore’s Dance. Well that’s how it all started. We had a few dances and by closing time we were dancing very close.

That night I took Monica home to West-Mackay and we promised to see each other again the next day after work.  Her work that is, I work as a Freelance Photographer. I enjoy the work as it gives me plenty of time to myself. In between assignments I would play on my 23' Catamaran which I had towed onto the Beach at my place. But let’s get to the story. I awoke to another hot day. The hot Sun was shining down onto the corrugated iron roof and walls.

Monica looked beautiful in her naked form.

She turned over, smiled lying on the bed beside each other when I turned to do a bit of cunnilingus on her. I moved to the end of the bed and back up between her legs where my lips could engage her genitalia as she spread her legs to accept my ministrations. There, looking into her hairy groin, she had beautiful black Pubic Hair, I placed my thumbs on her labia and spread the pubic hair and those lips for my lips and tongue. She smelled pleasantly!. .

I moved closer until my lips kissed those soft inner labia. Then, having gotten a reaction from Monica I began to used my tongue on her Pussy for the desired response. She began to cry out, “You do that so good! . . . OHhhh YYessss! . . . . . Yes! Use your tongue! . . .”

I felt her juices begin to flow as I moved my Tongue up to her clit where she was extremely sensitive. . . Now her body was responding as she pressed her pussy to me in a series of undulating motions and her voice grew silent. Her Pussy was saturated and leaking fluid down on to the bed.

She was prepared! I was ready! Then, I positioned my cock and drove it into her in a slow, steady impalement that brought much pleasure to me. Her vagina was tight; tighter than  I could remember before. As my Penis entered her, she remained quiet . . . apparently savoring the erotic sensations emanating from her vagina walls. Her eyes were blank. . . Then, as she felt my cock against her cervix, she cried out, “Now! F**k me hard!

Do it like you mean it!” she said.

Not wishing to disappoint her, I began a brisk thrusting motion and rammed my tool into her hard with each thrust before withdrawing and repeating the thrust. As I delivered my thrust, her pussy rose up to meet it and our groins collided with some force. This woman was no petite lady in bed; rather she was the hottest woman I’d ever known.

After having discharged my first load into her mouth I was able to f**k Monica for a long time . . . perhaps a half an hour or perhaps an hour and a half . . . time has no meaning when engaged in coitus. When I began to tire from the strenuous rhythm it began to appear I was incapable of satisfying her - Monica was like a tiger!

She got on top of me like she was going to ride her Pony.

Monica seemed insatiable as I saw her passions rising - her eyes wild with excitement!

It was a wild ride! Then, in a frenzy of lust and passion, she seemed to explode in a burst of physical events; her eyes glossed over; her body shook; her voice cried out in a strange animal cry; the muscles in her vagina clamped on to my cock.

Her orgasm passed through her with the power of a freight train and then she lay on my stomach, still!

Some time passed and she rose off me and began to ride me again but with no measure of enthusiasm. She was exhausted! Again, we rolled and I was on top as, having rested while she pounded out her wild ride to orgasm, was able to f**k with renewed vigor.

Now it was me slamming into her tired body and she responding weakly. “Oh man! You’re good! “She said as I drove myself in to her, “F**k me hard!” Tired and having experienced her own peak, she was still game. . .

Then, I lowered myself on to her belly and rested. . . We lay in silence and when I went to play with her breasts, she just smiled at me.

 

Monica is something special. Her Dad is an Ozzi from Adelaide where he was with the Air-Force for many Years. Her Mother is Chinese, which makes Monica a very beautiful girl. She said that today she was going to prepare things for my 26 th Birthday Party on the Weekend. The House is pretty secluded and not many people come by. It had 2 rooms, one downstairs;  had a dirt-floor. In it we had a table, lots of chairs, a big wood-stove in one corner and the most important thing; a kerosene fridge. We had some cupboards in the room and big tree-like columns to hold-up the second Floor. Which is the bedroom. To get to the bedroom, you have to go outside where a wooden staircase led up to the bedroom. We had no Glass windows, just square openings with shutters. To have a shower, you had to go outside under the big rainwater-tank. When it got to cold we had a tub near the stove full of hot water and we washed each other. Which was always great fun. Good thing we had a dirt floor. The dunny (toilet) of course was outside hidden in the long grass which I will mow when I get the old Victa Lawnmower fixed. Oh yes, and we had Mosquito Coils burning everywhere.

Back to the story. When Monica finally let me out of the bed, I spotted a Kangaroo outside in the grass. I grabbed my Rifle from where it stood next to the bed and rushed to the window, stumbling over my shorts which were still around my ankles. Yes, the Kangaroo was still there. So I took aim and “Bummer” no bullets in the rifle. Looked all over the room for bullets while putting my pants on. Finally found one only in my shorts. This is getting dramatic. The Kangaroo was still there, so again I took aim and fired. Guess what? The Kangaroo was still standing there. No more bullets. So I ran downstairs and if I had to, hit that Kangaroo with a piece of iron pipe which was laying on the ground. When I got to the Kangaroo it fell over. I had shot it clean through the head. The skin would come in handy for a mat in the bedroom.

Next we both jumped under the cold shower together. Sometimes we would use the garden-hose to wash each other. No Garden. After Brecky Monica took the Customline into Mackay to do some shopping. She gets most of her shopping done in Victoria Street and she is also going to see a friend of ours, who owns a Snack-bar in Wood Street. I get a lot of my Photo Stuff from Mitchelmore’s, they get it in for me from Brisbane. I am going to spend the morning, what is left of it, on the Catamaran. I bought it last year for 600 Pound Stirling off a Fellow who sailed it to Mackay from Tasmania. So “Bitch” that is my Dogs name and I wandered off to the Catamaran to do some Fibre glassing on the Deck. I do a bit at a time, when I got some money to spare. Like I said it was hot and so Bitch played in the water while I put some fibre-glass on. It’s a sticky dirty Job, but I have to get it done. I would like to take her out and spend a whole weekend at St Bees Island. We take another couple and we go Nakety all Weekend. It’s only about 20 miles, but it is very relaxing and lots of fun. We sleep under the Stars and if it suddenly rains we go onto the “Cat” . Anyway it is lunch time and I thought I heard the V8 arriving. Bitch & I got back to the House all sticky and dirty. So under the shower again. Monica bought us Rolls and Salami for Lunch. We also had a glass of Red.

After Lunch we climbed up the stairs to play, but we heard a car, and it was our friend Boris from Brisbane. He had bought himself a Vauxhall Velox Car, quite nice. So it was back downstairs and Drinkies. Boris' Parents are Russian and they live in East Brisbane where Boris works at the Abattoirs.  Boris loves to drink and he loves Monica. He treats her like a Sister. He is also the youngest Alcoholic that I know. That Night we drove out to the Eimeo Pub and got terrible drunk on “Sparkling Rheingold”

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