Lori was a shy redhead. She was 5 feet 7 inches tall with an attractive, round buttocks and firm 38C breasts. She was a twenty-six-year-old Catholic virgin. She lived on a sheep farm in a tiny village outside of Donegal, Ireland, with her parents and grandparents.

My name is Mac. I was a thirty-year-old American who worked at the computer chip factory in town. I am 6’-2" tall and had a runner’s body as I ran twelve miles a day. My legs were long and muscular, and my waist was thin and firm.

I was driving a small commuter car, trying to get used to driving on the opposite side of the road. I had to come to a stop as a large herd of sheep was blocking the roadway as they were crossing into a different field. There were about five cars behind me, and it looked like it was going to take close to an hour for the sheep to get across. I got out of the car and leaned against the front hood. I watched and took pictures with my phone.

Lori was carrying a big shepherd’s staff. It looked like her job was to direct them across the road towards the open gate. She was instructing two dogs to assist. Her shoulder-length red hair blew with the wind. The powerful gusts pushed her heavy sweater tight against her body, accentuating her beautiful breasts. Her emerald green eyes locked with my deep blue eyes for a moment. She smiled at me and nodded. Her tight leather pants showed off her more than adequate, firm ass. I was stunned by her beauty.

“Her name is Lori O’Connor,” said the priest, who just walked up next to me. She waved at the priest and he waved back. “She is one of my loyal parishioners. She comes to every mass and helps with the little ones. She lives just over that ridge with her grands and parents. I’m Father O’Neil by the way.”

I shook his hand, “I’m Dereck MacDonald from Atlanta. My friends call me Mac, which I know here in Ireland is kinda odd. I’m a manager at the chip factory in town. It is nice to meet you. She is a beautiful woman.”

“Beautiful in and out, as they say,” said the father. He waved her over. She whistled to the dogs, and they kept working as she hustled over to us. Her breasts bounced beautifully as she ran towards us.

I had been in Ireland for about four months. I had fucked a few barmaids and waitresses, but nothing steady or serious. Lori’s aura was very sensual, smart, humorous, and friendly. To me, she didn’t present herself as a sexual being. It was like I just wanted to be around her and get to know her, not fuck her.

Her voice was soft and smoky with a strong Irish accent. “Hello, Father. How are you doing today? I’ll have this mess out of the way in a few minutes.” Her perfect, freckled face smiled at me. “I’m Lori. It’s nice to meet you.” She took my hand in her soft but strong hands.

The Father replied, “I’m having a wonderful day my dear. I have just met my new friend here from America, Mac. I thought maybe this weekend you can show him around proper like and make him feel welcome.”

“Oh yes, Father,” she said, “I’d be honored to help your new friend.” She pulled out her phone, and I gave her mine and she tapped them together.

“Thank you, Lori, I look forward to hearing from you,” I replied.

“Ooh, what a sexy southern accent you have, sir. You are a tall drink of water.” She said as she ran back to her flock. I turned red, but she did not see how she affected me.

“Don’t worry, my son. She has that effect on everyone she meets.” The Father assured.

Lori was in the back of a horse-drawn carriage. Her hair was in a ponytail with a large green bow. She was wearing a dark green bodice dress that was tied in the front, which pushed her breasts up. The sun kissed the tops of her bulging breasts, leaving light freckles.

I sat next to her and kissed her on both cheeks. She showed me around town and around the countryside. We talked and laughed for hours. Her laugh made her beautiful eyes sparkle. We learned a lot about each other.

On Saturday, I went to Mass with her and afterwards, I sat down for dinner with her family. Her family comprised her parents, grandparents, two older sisters with their husbands and children, two younger sisters in their teens, four older brothers and their wives and children, and one younger brother, ten.

Evidently, I was one of the very few men that Lori had invited to dinner. Everyone was so nice but peppered me with questions about the U.S. and about myself.

After dinner, Lori and I took a walk through the woods. We held hands like teenagers as we walked. We came up to this large alder tree, and Lori stopped. “Do you want to kiss me?” Lori asked.

Gazing into her green eyes, I replied, “More than anything.”

“What are you waiting for?” Lori teased. I cupped her face with my two hands and pressed my lips to hers. Her soft, warm tongue slipped into my mouth and played with my tongue. I reciprocated and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Lori grabbed my waist and pulled me to her. I wrapped my arms around her as we continued to kiss. Lori pulled back slightly as she felt my hard cock press against her belly.

Lori turned red and released me. We didn’t mention the incident as we walked back to the farmhouse. She pecked me on the cheek as we said goodbye.

Lori would often meet me for lunch during the week. We have not kissed since that first night, other than a quick peck. She asked me while we were eating lunch if I wanted to go on a picnic with her on Saturday. “I would like nothing better,” I replied.

I arrived at the farmhouse on Saturday around noon. Lori met me wearing a green and black tartan overthrow. She was carrying a large bag with picnic items in it. I took the bag, and we walked through the fields into the woods. We stopped by the big alder tree where we first kissed.

I looked into the bag to see a couple of bottles of water, a bottle of Jameson, some sandwiches, fruit and vegetables, and some napkins.

Lori had thrown her overthrow on the ground as a blanket. She was standing there just wearing a white bra and matching lace panties. She took the Jameson out of the bag and took a big, long swig.

Her body was perfect. I was stunned. We both sat down on the overthrow. She handed me the bottle, and I took a draw. She looked down and said, “I am a virgin. I had not even masturbated until the night we first kissed. Since then, I have masturbated just about every night. When you pressed against me, your member did not upset me. It was that when I felt it, I thought I peed myself. There was a gush of fluids in my panties. When I got home, I realized it was not pee, but my sex fluids. That was the first time I ever became wet with excitement. All I do is think about you. I want you to take me. I want to feel you inside me. Please don’t think ill of me.”

“Lori, darling, you are a beautiful, sexy woman. I would be lying if I told you I didn’t jack off thinking about you. I just want you to be sure that it is me you want to give your very special gift to.” I replied.

Lori reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She took it off and tossed it into the grass. Her freckled breasts were firm and perfectly round. Her light pink areolas were about the size of a quarter. Her deep pink nipples were short and fat.

She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and peeled them off. Lori kicked them away. Her wild red bush covered her pussy, but her long pussy lips were visible.

I took off my shirt, and Lori hungrily tried to unbuckle my belt. She managed to fumble through, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. I pushed my shorts and pants down and off. Her eyes widened as she looked at my flaccid five inch circumcised cock. She quickly grabbed my cock with both hands and rubbed it up and down. “This feels amazing. So warm and nice. I have seen my brother’s cocks as I have bathed them, but they were tiny little things.” Lori exclaimed.

My cock thickened and grew in her hand. She had never seen a hard cock, let alone held one. My mushroom cock head pushed forward with the prominent ring below it. The veins stuck out and my cock was rock hard at eight inches. Lori continued to fondle my cock in amazement. She inspected my blonde, hairy balls.

Lori was panting, and moisture was dripping from her floppy pussy lips. I pushed her on her back and spread her thighs apart. Her firm tits stuck straight into the air. Her nipples were longer now and stiff. Her aroma washed over me. She smelled heavenly. My tongue swept over her folds, and Lori let out a loud moan. I licked between her lips into her pink entrance.

Lori’s thighs clamped over my face, and her fluids poured onto my lapping tongue. My mouth moved up to her love button. The stem of her clit was thick and long. The clit itself was round and as big as a small grape. My mouth sucked her clit like a small dick with my tongue running circles around the button.

She pulled my hair and forced me harder onto her clit. Her legs kicked wildly as she had her first violent orgasm. She flooded my face as she looked on with embarrassment.

I licked and kissed my way through her red, wild bush. I continued onto her flat stomach and into her belly button. My hands massaged both of her breasts with her stiff nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Her chest was heaving as my mouth found her left nipple. “Oh, baby, you make me feel so wonderful.” She cried out.

I took turns sucking each tit until I kissed up her freckled chest, onto her neck. I marked both sides of her neck with my passionate bites. Her hungry mouth sucked in my tongue and we kissed for a long moment.

Lori tightened her body when she first felt my cock push between her folds. She spread her legs wider as she relaxed. “Fuck me, Mac. Take my gift.” She whimpered. My cock pushed deeper. “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried out. My cock pushed past her hymen and she shrieked out, “Ow, ow, ow” I rested with my cock halfway in. Pink fluid was pouring out of her opening.

Lori was tight, tighter than I have ever felt. Her warm, soft walls sheathed my shaft. I continued burying my cock deeper into this sweet pussy. Lori was biting my shoulder as she panted heavily. My balls rested on her taint. She had taken me fully in. “You feel amazing, Mac. I feel so full, it’s wonderful.” She whispered. She locked her legs around my waist and pushed upward. She was ready to fuck. I rocked in and out slowly. She grunted and moaned. Her juices flowed around my cock, allowing my shaft to slip easily. I quickened the pace until there were loud slapping noises as our bodies slapped together.

“Oh, Mac. It feels so good. I can feel you deep inside me. It’s wonderful. Oh, oh oh, I’m cumming. Fuck me, Mac, fuck me hard.” Lori screamed.

Her entire body shuddered and spasmed. Her legs tightened around my waist, and she let out a primal scream. My seed shot deep inside her, and she felt my warmth spread. She cried, as she was happy to feel the seed of a man inside her.

We have been married for ten years now. We both believe that she conceived our first son that day she gave herself to me. We have four other children as well.

During our marriage, she has learned to take my cock fully down her throat. She loves sucking my cock and tasting my cum so much, she almost begs for it every morning. We make love like the first time, multiple times a week. She rides me; I fuck her against the wall. She likes to be taken roughly from behind, she occasionally likes to be spanked, and when she gets too tipsy, she likes it up the ass.