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by Desconhecido

  I arrived at Dublin Airport on Friday afternoon. I planned to spend most of my time in the country, but I wanted to spend a couple of days and nights in Dublin just to take in the sights and sounds of Ireland ’s capital city.

  Dublin is a juxtaposition of beautiful and urban, old and new, and I found myself so caught up in its history that I spent a full week there before I set off to explore the Irish countryside.

  The people of Ireland are, for the most part, extremely friendly and proud of their homeland. There is no other culture that takes as much pride in themselves as the Irish do, and as a result, Irish people are almost always happy. I spent many of my first nights in one Dublin pub or another, drinking Irish stout and listening to the stories passed around the pub, treated by everyone as if I were a long-time friend. Leaving Dublin was hard to do, but I had already made up my mind to spend another few days there before returning home.

  I rented a car and traveled west from Dublin, leaving the city behind in favor of narrow, winding country roads that took me through the Irish countryside. I stopped for lunch at a cozy inn where I dined on Caraway and Fennel Crusted Loin of Lamb with a mustard sauce, set off with a potato dish made with kale and bacon, all of which I washed down with an Irish stout.

  It was there I met Kaelee Broderick.

  Blue eyes, long red hair, and skin as smooth and pale as fresh cream. She was all of twenty-two, which should have sent me running the opposite direction.

  Not a chance.

  She sat with me over a second Irish stout. We chatted for more than an hour. I learned that she lived with her mother and father on a farm a few miles from town, and that she sometimes worked at the inn for extra money. I told her a little about myself and why I had come to Ireland, and after listening to me describe my visit thus far, Kaelee invited me to come home with her.

  “I couldn’t possibly intrude like that,” I told her.

  “You wouldn’t be intruding at all,” she assured me. “My mother and father would love to meet you.”

  She wouldn’t take no for an answer. I relented. Quite honestly, the thought of spending a bit more time with Kaelee gave me a pleasurable feeling.

  Her parents, Peter and Aileen, were nice people, both several years my senior. Peter was still in good shape for his age, a big man with red hair and wide shoulders, and when he shook my hand, I felt the strength in his grip.

  They lived in a stone farmhouse surrounded by fields of rich green grass and rolling hills. There was a crystal blue lake nearby, a barn, and a handful of cows, chickens, and pigs. It was all very quaint and serene-the sort of simple country life one often sees depicted in flea-market oil paintings.

  The house modest but comfortable. Kaelee showed me to the guestroom and said that I should feel free to ask for anything I needed. There was something suggestive about the way she looked at me when she said it, but at the time I simply wrote it off as wishful thinking on my part.

  I looked out the window of the guestroom and felt immediately breathless. It’s hard to believe such beauty exists in this world. I could have stood looking out that window for hours without moving, but I didn’t want to leave my gracious hosts in limbo, and besides, I could hardly wait to be back in Kaelee’s presence.

  Kaelee intercepted me as soon as I came out of the room. She took me by the hand like an eager child and led me toward the front door.

  “I’m going to show him around,” she called to her parents, both of whom were sitting at a wooden table in the kitchen.

  And out the door we went, Kaelee keeping a tight grip on my hand as she showed me around the farm. The last stop was the pond, fairly well hidden from the house by a stand of thick green trees.

  “Let’s swim,” Kaelee said, and before I could ask what she planned to wear in the water, she began stripping off her clothes.

  I glanced around nervously.

  “Nobody will see,” Kaelee said, stepping out of her panties and jumping into the water.

  What the hell, right? I wasn’t about to deny a young, gloriously naked Irish girl beckoning me to get naked with her. It didn’t matter one bit that she was about half my age. I didn’t give it a thought. I’d come to Ireland to fulfill one lifelong dream, and if I could add this moment with that girl to the dream, I was pretty sure I’d die a happy man.

  The water felt like ice when I plunged into it. The shock of it took my breath away for a few seconds that stretched into eternity.

  I lost sight of Kaelee until she popped up out of the water in front of me, giggled, and swam back toward the shore, the smooth curve of her bottom breaking the water, her feet kicking up a wake.

  She swam over to a spot where she was able to stand, the water coming up to just below her breasts, causing them to float and bob on top of the water. Her nipples and the surrounding areolas, both such a light shade of pink that they were almost invisible against her milk-white breasts, were tight and covered with goose bumps from the chill of the water.

  “Are you okay?” she called to me.

  “I’ll let you know when my heart starts beating again,” I said.

  I swam over to her, found my footing, and stood up. The sun shining down on my shoulders soon warmed the upper portion of my body.

  “Doesn’t this bother you? The cold water, I mean.”

  “I love it,” she said. “It’s very invigorating.”

  “It’s very cold,” I said. “And I think certain parts of my anatomy have shriveled up and disappeared.”

  She thought that was funny. She giggled, and then I felt her hand on my cock under the water. I responded with an immediate and enthusiastic erection.

  “Come on,” she said.

  She let go of me ran out of the water. I followed her. We fell to the ground beside a Rowan in full bloom. She grabbed hold of my cock again, closing her slender fingers around the throbbing shaft.

  We kissed. She worked her tongue into my mouth as she slid her hand up and down the length of my cock, demonstrating she was no stranger to handling this particular part of the male anatomy.

  She broke the kiss and moved down to lick one of my nipples. She continued stroking my cock as she circled my nipple with her tongue and then nibbled it with her soft, wet lips. Only one other woman had ever paid attention to my nipples. I liked the sensation, and it was a turn-on for me when Kaelee spent time going from one to the other.

  She worked her way down and kissed my stomach, stretching herself flat on the ground between my legs. I leaned back against the trunk of the tree and watched as Kaelee brought my cock to her mouth.

  She stroked my cock in slow, rhythmic fashion as she circled the head of it with her tongue and then flicked her tongue back and forth against the tip of it. When she started nibbling the head of my cock, she raised those beautiful blue eyes so she could look at my face.

  She took my cock in her mouth and closed her soft, wet lips around it, sucking firmly and gently as she pulled it deeper into her throat. I pushed her hair back on both sides of her face and brought it to the top of her head, gathering it into a ponytail so I could watch as she moved her mouth down on my cock and then up again, over and over, bringing me to the edge more quickly than I wanted.

  I gently pushed her away from my cock and kissed her, guiding her back onto the grass. I sucked one pale nipple into my mouth and worked it with my tongue, sliding a hand over her belly and through the damp, red curls covering mound.

  My finger slid between the plump lips of her pussy. I applied slight pressure to her clit and rubbed it in a circular motion, first clockwise, then counter. I explored a little further, sliding my finger along the velvet-slick folds of her pink inner lips and slipping it into her pussy.

  She arched her back and offered herself to me, letting her legs fall open. She worked the muscles of her pussy on my finger, drawing it deep inside her. It was like having a hot, wet mouth sucking on my finger.

  She kissed me hungrily, her tongue darting into my mouth. I pulled away reluctantly, took
my finger from her pussy, and moved my head between her legs. She smelled of soap and female heat. I thumbed open the lips of her pussy and teased her opening, dragging my tongue inside her a few times, then I dragged my tongue between her pink folds and caught her clit between my lips to nibble it.

  She pumped her hips, thrashed against me, rubbing her pussy in my face. I slid a finger inside her and pushed it in deep, wiggling it around inside her as I licked and sucked her clitoris, bringing her to the brink of climax before I stopped suddenly.

  She fell back on the grass, gasping and panting, her breasts rising and falling with the uneven rhythm of her excitement. I took her by her hands and pulled her into a sitting position, then I leaned against the trunk of the tree and brought her down on my lap.

  She reached behind her and lifted my cock, directing the tip of it between her plump lips. She eased down, forcing her wet pussy over the head of my cock, and suddenly I was all the way inside her and she started riding me.

  She had a way with those hips. She rode to the tip of my cock and down again, then she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against the base of my cock until I thought I would lose my mind.

  I cupped her ass in both hands and bounced her up and down. She reached back and squeezed my balls. For the longest time there was nothing but her and me, the rhythmic slap of her ass as she came down on me, her breasts bouncing up and down in a sort of wild abandon…

  … and then I couldn’t stop the flood.

  The sheer magnitude of the pleasure I felt at the moment of climax is beyond what can be described with a few simple words. I threw my head back against the tree so hard I nearly lost consciousness.

  I held on to her ass and continued to bounce her on my cock. I could feel the walls of her pussy tight around my shaft, milking every drop of hot semen from me, and then she began to gasp and moan as she reached her own climax.

  My cock stayed hard. I raised up with her clinging to me, her legs tight around my waist, and lay her back on the ground, never taking my cock out of her. As I began fucking her again, I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, taking her sweet tongue into my mouth, pumping her pussy with less urgency this time.

  We didn’t make it back to the house until much later. I was concerned Peter and Aileen would know right away what I’d been up to with their daughter, but if they did, they didn’t give any indication.

  Dinner that night consisted of Irish stew and bacon rolled in boiled cabbage. There were Irish coffees afterward while Peter, in true Irish spirit, regaled me with stories of his youth. It was late when the three of us finally turned in.

  I couldn’t have been asleep more than half an hour when the door to my room squeaked open on its hinges. The bed sagged slightly as Kaelee climbed onto it.

  She slipped her hand under the covers and inside my sleep pants, grasping my cock and slowly jerking it to attention. Her lips brushed my ear and came around to settle on my mouth. She nibbled my lower lip, teased her way into my mouth with her tongue, then whispered for me to meet her in the barn.

  She was gone as quickly as she’d arrived.

  I sneaked through the house expecting to hear Peter’s gruff voice come at me from out of the darkness. Once outside the house, I actually took a moment to breathe before I continued on to the barn.

  Kaelee was waiting for me in the barn, clad only in a short pink nightie and matching panties. The material was sheer. Her pink nipples were hard against it.

  She ran to me, throwing her arms around my neck as she pressed her soft body to mine, her nipples digging against my chest.

  “I want you to do something to me,” she said.

  She took my hand and led me to the back of the barn. We settled in front of a stack of hay bales, one of which was partially broken down and scattered on the floor in front of the remaining bales.

  She tugged off my pajama pants and underwear in one smooth motion, tossing them over her shoulder, and then she took my cock in her mouth and began sucking, working her tongue against my shaft as she did.

  She pushed me back against the hay and settled between my legs, then she continued with my cock, nibbling the head of it, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the head, and licking and sucking my balls.

  She sat up suddenly, crossed her arms, and took hold of the bottom edge of her nightie, whipping it over her head. She played with her breasts. They were hardly more than a handful, but she made the most of them, kneading them and tugging her pale nipples.

  She came up to me, pressing her breasts in my face. I licked one nipple and then the other. I sucked on them, teased them with eager flicks of my tongue.

  “I want you to do something to me that’s never been done,” she said.

  She stood up and removed her panties. I was staring straight up at her light red curls. She separated her pussy lips with two fingers and used the middle finger of her free hand to fuck herself.

  She withdrew the finger and moved her hand between her legs, back behind her. She closed her eyes and gave a little moan and a sigh. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I had a good idea she was sticking her finger in her asshole.

  She turned her back to me and bent over, confirming my suspicion. Her slender finger was indeed in her asshole, buried to the hilt. She drew it almost all the way out and pushed it in again.

  “I’ve never had anything there before,” she said. She was looking at me upside down between her legs. “I want to feel you there tonight… now.”

  She had a tiny asshole as pink as the opening of her pussy. Her finger seemed too large for it. I couldn’t imagine pushing my cock inside her.

  Still, it was what she wanted, and I knew that particular part of her anatomy would have no trouble opening wide enough for my cock so long as we took it slow and used plenty of lubrication.

  Kaelee had thought it out ahead of time. She was at least knowledgeable enough about anal sex to know we’d need something to pave the way, so to speak, and she’d made sure to bring along some butter. It was all she could find, she explained, and I assured her it would do the trick.

  I had Kaelee lie down on the hay. I pushed her knees back and spread them wide, and after eating her pussy and licking her asshole for some time, I smeared a good portion of butter around her asshole and worked it in with my fingers.

  It’s been my experience that a cock goes in easier and more smoothly in the missionary position, and this being Kaelee’s first time, I thought it was a good idea to start as comfortably as possible.

  I buttered my cock and began the slow process of working it into Kaelee’s ass. It wasn’t entirely pleasant for her at first. Despite the copious amount of butter, which quickly melted against the heat of our bodies, her tiny pink anus resisted my advances. When the head of it finally penetrated Kaelee, she moaned and whimpered in a way that sounded more like pain than pleasure.

  She encouraged me to keep going. I went in about halfway, then I pulled almost all the way out again. I eased my cock back inside her, going a little deeper the second time around. By the fourth round of gradually working my cock deeper into her ass, I was able to fuck her without causing her pain.

  I draped her widespread legs over my arms and held on to the outside of her thighs for leverage as I moved in and out of her ass with slow, even strokes. She looked up at me with wide, innocent-looking eyes, moaning, squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples.

  She raised her ass off the ground, angling herself so I had deeper access. Every thrust of my cock forced warm, melted butter from her ass. It dribbled down her ass cheeks, onto the floor beneath her bottom.

  I withdrew my cock and slipped it into her pussy, giving her a few good strokes there, and then I was in her ass again.

  “Yeah,” she gasped. “Oh yeahhhhhh…”

  I pulled out of her again and turned her over, then I pulled her to her hands and knees, wasting no time getting back into her sweet, pale bottom. I reached around in front of her and rubbed her clit as I pumped her ass.
I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I wanted her to be able to come before I did.

  She suddenly slammed her ass back, pushing herself all the way down on my cock, and started jerking her hips, rubbing her pussy against my hand.

  “Yes,’ she screamed. “I’m coming… don’t stop.”

  I wasn’t doing anything at that point, so I continued doing just that. I let her fuck my hand, keeping my cock buried all the way inside her ass. She trembled against me, gasping and moaning, and as the last shudders of her climax came on, I gave her ass a few more strokes and let myself go.

  I wasn’t sure I was ever going to stop. My cock jerked hard as I pumped hot squirts of cum deep into her ass. I held her tight and groaned with each spurt. I could feel the sticky, warm mixture of butter and cum soaking her thighs, running all over the place.

  I slowly withdrew when I finished, releasing a flood of the slick mixture that ran down to soak her pussy. She looked at me over her shoulder, smiling, and reached back between her legs to stick a couple of fingers in her cunt.

  We lay there a long time afterward, both of us basking in the aftermath of the experience, and then we sneaked back inside.

  The next morning we sat down to an Irish breakfast-meats, eggs, soda bread, and black pudding. Kaelee and I couldn’t keep our eyes off one another, and the simple act of her bringing a pork sausage to her lips was in itself suggestive.

  We slipped away after breakfast. Our tryst lasted a good portion of the morning. I dreaded the time when I would have to say goodbye. Every moment spent with her was both a blessing and a curse, rich with pleasure, fraught with pain.

  My time with Kaelee came to an end five days later. Early one morning, as the sun rose high over mist-kissed fields of Irish Clover, I bid farewell to Kaelee and her parents, leaving behind the rolling green hills of the Irish countryside in exchange for the urban insanity often found in Dublin.