Convenience and Gratitude
By: IndigoHaze
Maggie fingered the condom foil as she stood topless before Glenn. He did his best not to stare at her chest and any other time, it might have been cute. However, the farmer’s daughter was in no mood for foreplay. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her fair breasts and rapidly hardening nipples against his chest, hissing a little as she raked them across his skin. His kisses came with a touch of lag, as if every one of her actions shocked him. This wasn’t her first time but she thought it might be his.
His fingers found their way to her waist after half a minute and she rewarded him with a taste of her tongue. It was another ten seconds before he decided to use his own against her and far too long for him to finally squeeze her ass. She grinned when he did, pulling back and forcing his hands back up to her waist. Mischief danced in her eyes as she bit her lip the slightest bit, grabbing his hands and putting them back.
He blinked and squeezed a couple of times before she slid her fingers off of his hands and into his pants. He gasped as she gripped his bare cock inside of his boxers. She pressed her lips back to his and returned her tongue to his mouth as she stroked his already complete hardness. He wasn’t much, but (despite her previous boyfriends), size wasn’t too important to her.
She stroked him a few more times, his fingers tightening on her ass. Then she felt them withdraw. She was a little disappointed until she felt his fingers at the front of her pants. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, nodding a little as she stroked him harder. He couldn’t get over how amazing he thought her eyes were, especially in the circumstance. None of it seemed real.
His hand slipped into her pants and was about to move over her panties when she rolled her hips, forcing his hand inside instead. She bit her lip as she continued to stroke him. He felt her curls – they were a bit thick, though it was to be expected in an apocalypse. He didn’t much mind. The truth was that she hated to shave her pubic hair; it was always a hassle and she always felt a little braver with it whenever she decided to have a bathing-suit free dip in the lake. Those times were long gone, but the habit remained.
His fingers slid down, his knowledge of anatomy purely theoretical. At last, his fingers found her mound. She hissed again as he began his exploration, her head on his shoulder, mouth against his neck as she continued to stroke him. He was fairly close to finishing and she felt a little shudder. Her fingers slowed as he explored her and, as he spread her sticky wetness over her, she was surprised to find that he was skilled.
His movements were neither too fast nor too hard. Instead, every flick of his index finger made her knees want to buckle. Biting her sounds back had always been a problem (the typical farmer’s daughter problem, she always thought with more than a little pride), but with no one to hear, she moaned freely into his ear. Soon she felt her knees start to give out and she grabbed his hand, pulling on it to show him she wanted to stop. He looked at her, his face a mixture of confusion and shame. She kissed his lips, unable to help herself before she dropped to her knees.
His breathing stopped as she undid his belt and pants, sliding all of his garments off with a masterfully quick tug. He looked down at her and felt faint. She judged that he was about five inches. One thing she was never able to get down in blowjobs was deepthroating, but for Glenn she thought she could give him the ride of his life.
She leaned in and flicked the tip with her tongue. He gasped and flexed his muscles, causing his cock to twitch. She smirked. It was going to be almost too easy. She slid her tongue from his tip down his underside and he hissed out. She gave his balls a slight lick and his eyes snapped open. She winked, knowing that it was a particularly dirty gesture and that guys seemed to finish much faster when she made eye contact.
Then she began. Her tongue slid over him, doing its best work to lube him up (unnecessarily) before she began to slip him into her mouth. As her lips touched his pubic hair, she made a gagging noise, sure he would appreciate it. She started to bob her head with increasingly frantic gestures, forcing herself to gag each time she got him in fully and twisting her head back and forth, her tongue massaging him all the while.
He lasted a full minute before he made a loud groan and shot his come down her throat, causing her to actually choke. She pulled back and coughed, touching her chest. He knelt down beside her, touching her back.
“Sorry!” He said, feeling stupid. She shook her head and coughed a few more times before taking a deep breath. Her voice was ragged.
“City boys have no manners,” She said. He flushed and she smirked a little. “Just tell me next time.”
Next time? He thought giddily. She was disappointed that she had missed all of her favorite parts – the feel of come in her mouth and the twitching, throbbing that a cock made when it finished. She held up the condom she had dropped in the heat of it all. “Now how about you show me what you can do.” He flushed a little and nodded, grabbing the condom and fiddling with the wrapper. He was horrified of it, thinking he wouldn’t be able to empty its contents, but at last he pulled out the latex circle. She dropped her pants as he worked, casting a look over her shoulder as she made a show of standing in her panties. He flushed and she laughed, dropping her underwear and showing her shapely rear, something he failed to notice through her usually-baggy clothing.
“How do you want to do this?” He asked. She bent over the counter. It was enough to make him rise again for the second round. He bit his lip. His first time would be doggystyle? His old friends would have given him several points for something like that, especially for nailing a country girl like Maggie.
“Here and rough,” She said. “I always wanted to do this before-…” She trailed off. Glenn stepped forward. His thoughts were interrupting everything too. He slipped the condom over himself and grabbed her hips, reaching down to aim himself.
“Rough?” He asked.
“If you’ve got it in you,” She coaxed. He felt a bit of his old competitive spirit rise up and he slipped into her. It was enough to make him gasp, but her noise was fainter. For a moment, he wasn’t sure she noticed, but as he pulled out and entered her a second time, she moaned just a little. He wondered what it was like without the condom as pleasure rode through him.
He began his assault, forcing her thighs to hit the counter with his first hard thrust. She was surprised by his strength and she held the wood hard to steady herself as he pulled out and slammed into her even harder, forcing a moan from her lips. Honestly, she only felt a little as he entered her the first time, but in his roughness, he went deeper and she felt him scrape against her walls. Plus, the position was always her favorite – the way it gave her a sense of submission and the way it lent itself to roughness combined for a guaranteed great time. She even enjoyed the bruises when her boyfriends would get carried away and go just a little too hard or too fast.
She realized that Glenn wouldn’t last long as his moans filled the room. She reached down to stroke her clit quickly, her moans echoing his as she felt her breasts, ass, and any excess skin tremble with his every thrust. Even without her fingers, she wouldn’t be far from finishing – she had precious little time to fool around by herself in the house and her sensitivity was far increased.
In another several thrusts, Glenn spoke up with his newly developed manners.
“Fuck, I’m almost there.”
“Me too,” She groaned, “Keep goin’,” She gasped at a particularly effective thrust. Her accent started to come out more as she got closer. “Ohh fuck,” She whimpered. Her back spasmed and her pussy squeezed him tight, milking him as she cried out, wailing his name as she slammed herself back against him. He didn’t last much longer. With a grunt, he finished in the condom, his cock twitching with every spurt. He collapsed over her as he softened, completely spent. She was about to ask him to move when she felt his erection fade; she never got tired of the feeling. It was a job well done in her opinion.
They panted as they separated. Glenn felt completely weak at the knees. He frowned a little as he saw her start to dress.
“Easy, city boy – we have to get back. Do you want Daddy to think we were hurt or, even worse, that you were
fucking the Farmer’s Daughter?” She grinned as he shook his head. “Grab the box of condoms,” She said as she pulled her panties back on. He looked up at her and she raised her eyebrows, nodding. He hurriedly grabbed them and she laughed. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re easy?”
“That’s alright with me,” He said. “Though, you weren’t exactly playing hard to get either,” She made a shocked expression and smacked his shoulder.
“My southern sensibilities were just stricken away by a virile city boy,” She said. He smiled and she kissed him. “Come on, we’ll play later.” With that, she finished dressing and Glenn wondered just how far things would go with Maggie.
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A/N: I was looking around this section and saw there wasn't enough M/F, so I thought I'd add my own. Plus, Maggie is completely hot. Review if you enjoyed.
