They entered their house. Huib put the knob of the chest of drawers on the dining table, "I'll take it to the barn later. Come here darling..." he said to Margreet and picked her up. Margreet let out a surprised little cry. He carried her in his arms upstairs to their bedroom. Carefully he laid her on the bed, pulled the pins out of her hair and stroked the loose hair from her face. Half sitting, half hanging, on one knee beside her, he caressed her face, her shoulders and arms. His hands went to her hips, and that alone excited her so much that she began to fumble at the buttons of his blouse with trembling hands. She barely got them undone, and Huib didn't help her, he was too busy caressing her, which made her tremble even more. After a few buttons she gave up, it just didn't work.

"Huib, come on, take off that blouse, I want to feel you!"

"I you too, but we're not in a hurry..."

He stroked on and on, all over her body, down to her feet. He took off her shoes, played with her toes and massaged the soles of her feet. She squirmed back and forth. Who would have imagined that, that even the soles of her feet could cooperate in this love game!

His hands moved quietly up her legs, stroking her shins, massaging her calves. Teasingly, he tickled the hollows of her knees and moved both hands to her thighs. He massaged the outsides, and while massaging, massaging ever lighter he finally went to the inside of her thighs caressingly. He put his hand on her pubic area, moved it slowly forward, and watched her body stiffen, she rolled over the top and came with violent jolts. It amazed Huib, how sensitive she was, and how she responded to his stroking, that she was already cumming, so violently, while she still had all her clothes on.

His hands went caressing and lightly massaging over her hips and belly and with a steady hand he started undoing the buttons of her blouse. He pulled her into a sitting position, while he continued to hold her to prevent her from falling backwards. He took off her clothes, laid her down, and proceeded to strip her lower body until she was completely naked.

Then he quickly unbuttoned his own blouse and removed his pants. On his side, he laid down next to her, supporting himself on his elbow, as he continued to caress her with one hand. It suddenly dawned on Margreet that he had his blouse off and his pants off. With both arms she tried to pull him towards her, but he protested: "Sweet girl of mine, I haven't caressed your beautiful curves enough yet, they need more..." He sat down straddling upon her, noticing that he had to make an effort to hold back and not enter her immediately. His hands caressed the soft bulges of her breasts. He saw her abs move, felt her body begin to squirm again. He saw her eyes become blurry again. "Huib, Huib, I can't take any more, so violently..." she panted. At that moment he went to her nipples with both thumbs and made gentle caressing circles over them. Her body responded wildly, but she still wasn't at the top. She wrapped her legs around him desperately, and the moment his penis stroked along her clitoris for just a moment, she came violently, as violently as he had never seen in her before. He entered her slowly, moving slowly back and forth, at first only in the beginning. Slowly he went further, deeper, while continuing to stroke both her nipples with his thumbs. He felt like a true athlete, holding himself back with all the strength that was in him, while he was on the edge of imbalance. Then suddenly he shot through, thrusting very deeply inside her and his movements became unexpectedly violent. Margreet was startled, but did not experience it as scary or horrible, on the contrary. She screamed his name, spread her arms wide beside her on the sheet and then squeezed his upper arms, while trying with her lower body to move with him together. However, her orgasm was still so incredibly intense that she couldn't manage it. The only thing she managed was to keep lifting her hips toward him, giving him all the room she could. She vaguely noticed that his body seemed to hold its breath for a moment, then he began to move all the more violently, jerking inside her. So exciting, so wonderful!

Huib slowly came to rest. He dropped carefully on top of Margreet. She wrapped her arms loosely around him and could only breathe deeply, her eyes closed, her mouth open a little.

When Huib had calmed down slightly, he looked up at her, stroking her face with the tip of his forefinger. "Are you asleep?"

"No," Margreet whispered, "I'm lying back, afterglowing. So intense, so deep, so much excitement... how intense that was, wonderfully intense!"

Huib grinned, "You were amazing young lady, a true top athlete! If I didn't know better, I would think we had years of experience together!"

Margreet chuckled, "We are fast learners..."

"Shall we take a shower together before you go help Annerieke?"

Margreet looked at the alarm clock, twenty minutes to go. She rolled off Huib and got up with difficulty. "My muscles don't quite want to yet, they are completely out of whack. I'm afraid I'll have muscle pain tomorrow!"

"Probably not if we take a good hot shower now."

Margreet was already walking towards the bathroom, Huib came after her and while walking wrapped his arms around her waist and started teasing her nipples again.

"Oh stop it Huib, soon I'll go again!"

"Wonderful isn't it, the more often the better!" he responded, continuing to tease her. "And we had to work hard at this to have a lot of children, right?"

Laughing, they stepped into the bathtub, Margreet turned on the tap, waited a moment for the water to warm, and then switched to the shower. And all the while Huib kept stroking her and in between teasing her nipples. Margreet felt how she started to lose all control over her muscles. Huib saw it happen and put an arm around her to support her, to prevent her from falling down. As he pushed against her pubic bone with his lower body, he continued to massage her breast with his free hand, caressing her nipple. When he felt her stiffen, he pushed her legs slightly apart with one foot. Margreet clasped her arms around his neck, with the courage of despair swung her legs around his waist, opening herself to welcome Huib. And again they came together to an unprecedented climax. And as she came there, Margreet whispered his name, while Huib didn't go beyond a moan.

The shower poured out warm water over the intimately entwined pair, like a silent witness....

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