A Place in the Country
And when Martin said we were going on Friday afternoon to his little cottage down in the Borders, out of Kelso and into the Cheviots, I was bowled over! But quickly remembered to cover my tracks, so I phoned home and told Mum and dad it was Laura's family's cottage and that it had no phone (true) or even a phone box in the village (true) but did have a pillar box so I'd be able to send postcards (true) but only one collection a day (true) that it would be me and Laura, her mum and wee sister (lies, all lies) and we'd be taking our books and doing revision because, anyway, there wouldn't be a lot to do, Laura's mum's expecting again so we'd just be relaxing and studying and stuffing and that (all lies except the bit about stuffing) and off we went. Martin bought me some holiday clothes and sexy underwear and we just piled everything into his car and were on our way.
     Oh the cottage was gorgeous – very pretty and surrounded by lots of flowers and sheltered by trees on three sides and a lovely view down the valley on the fourth, the front. I kind of lost my bearings coming from Kelso, because the roads seem to wind about and unless you know where the sun is and the time of day it's hard to know whether you're looking north or south or the others. But Martin told me the cottage is actually facing South-West and the garden gets the sun all day, even at this time of year,
     And no-one could see us, The gardener is on holiday and the only person who might come up would be the postman, but we might not even be up when he delivers, I think in the morning. So we have it all to ourselves.
     O, I was so happy – I found a trampoline rolled around the back of the shed. It doesn't have the net, but who cares. So I was soon bouncing quite high on it and when Martin came out I asked him to come on too, but he wouldn't, he said he never had used it as a kid, it was just used by any kinds who might visit with their parents, but it was fine for me to play on it.
     That gave me a funny feeling, like he was saying I was a kid. I jumped a bit more, but I was self-conscious now and just put it back, I wouldn't be using it again.
     We soon settled into a routine – there wasn't any sight-seeing or exploring the area, because all Martin wanted to do was fuck me. It usually started with me sucking him off and swallowing most of his Cum, and then he would kiss me and swallow some of it himself. Then we'd doze in bed for a while and then he would fuck me. Only in my See You Next Tuesday, he didn't want to fuck me in my bum – well not so much.
     And after another snooze, we'd do it again. Through the evening and night we did it in bed, and during the day – and most of the days were warm and sunny, we'd do it outside. There was a nice bench on the veranda and in between times we'd sit there and he talked. He knew lots of history and told me about how the house was on the site of an old Border Peel Tower which belonged to the Kerr family, until his Father got it to settle a bill for work he had done for them. And as the old Tower was falling down, he had it demolished and built this cottage. Well, Martin called it a cottage, but it was pretty big. Two stories and four double bedroom upstairs, with a big living-room,, kitchen, Dining Room downstairs. Three toilets and two bathrooms. So you could easily have quite a lot of people staying in it.
     I wondered if there was any chance of his father turning up, but Martin told me he'd gone to Tangier or somewhere to meet some friends. One of them has a luxury Yacht and they were going to sail along the North Africa coast with a crew of Arab boys for them to fuck as much as they wanted to. Martin told me his Father liked Girls and Boys, and especially Arab boys. I don't know why Arab boys in particular and Martin didn't explain that. He did say that when he was young, about my age, his Father used to fuck him nearly every night, until he went to University. And that was when he started looking for girls – not his own age, he wasn't interested in women, only girls about my age. He didn't tell me how he found them, but he did say that the first time he fell in love it was with a girl of 11 he had met at a big Wedding he went to as a guest. There was this girl who seemed a bit left out of it. He parents were heavy drinkers and the girl was more or less left to fend for herself. So Martin 'looked after' her over the weekend. It was a Friday afternoon till Monday morning do and so he was able to spend a lot of time with her and he fucked her, for the first time, in her bedroom. Then she spent the three nights in his.
     He said he felt really confused, because he'd never fallen in love with anyone before and he swore it was the real thing. But on the Monday she went off the Carnoustie, where they lived and he came back to Edinburgh. But he managed to keep in touch with her and used to go to Carnoustie every weekend and she would visit him there while her parents were drunk and not bothered about where she was. And this went on for about six months but then the girl's father got a job in America and the family moved there – so that was it. He'd once met her when he was on a business trip, about three years later, but she was too old and not interested in him by then. She had a boyfriend who was 19 and there wasn't any point in him trying to win her back because he lived too far away.
     Och, it was a sad story and I felt sorry for Martin. So I gave him my best. I sucked his fingers and toes, kissed my way up his legs, then along his arms, then down his chest. I sucked his nipples and bit them and then worked my way down his chest. By the time I got near his Cock it was standing up straight and hard. This time, I only sucked him briefly, then I kinda mounted him. I sat on top of him with his Cock deep inside me and I started to ride him and he bucked like a Bronco. And I used mu internal mussels to squeeze him and hold him tight inside me. And when he Came it was a whopper!