9 comments/ 66199 views/ 10 favorites Cowboy By: Clohi My grandparents have a ranch out in Colorado. When I graduated from high school, I went to stay with them for a month. It was supposed to be my little vacation before I started college. It had been years since I'd visited them and I'd forgotten how big the ranch was. My grandfather's pride and joy were his horses. From the time I was little, he'd take me out, sit me on a horse and tell me the lineage of each one. It was natural that I was looking forward to riding. I didn't realize I'd be riding more than just horses. The first morning I was there, I got up early. Slipping on a pair of faded blue jeans, a black t-shirt and worn cowboy boots, I grabbed my jean jacket and headed towards the barn. It was early, before dawn, and no one was up yet. That's the way I like it. Entering the barn, I heard the whiny and grunts of the horses and smiled. I love that sound. My goal - Sheraton, a beautiful black Palomino. Grabbing a saddle, I slipped into Sheraton's stall. He nudged my hand like an old friend looking for his carrot. As he chewed, I slid the saddle on and then led him out of the barn. It felt glorious to ride again. I hadn't been astride a horse in two or three years. As I returned to the barn a few hours later, there was more activity. Everyone was up and had a job to do. As I brushed down Sheraton, I felt a shadow near me. Looking over my shoulder I was staring into the eyes of the ideal image of the American Cowboy. He was tall, probably around 6'3", and had the broadest shoulders I'd ever seen stuck snug in his jean jacket. His dark hair hung just over his right eye. He stood and watched me brush down Sheraton and lead him back into his stall. My cowboy didn't say a word. Later I found out from my grandfather that I had run into Caleb, ranch manager. The next couple of days, I followed the same routine. Each morning before dawn, I went riding. And each day, Caleb would be close by watching me when I returned to the barn. To say I was having dreams about Caleb would be an understatement. They weren't just dreams. They were hardcore sexual fantasies. When I started to see him each day, I felt hot all over just remembering what I did to him in my dreams. On the fifth day, when I went out to the barn, Sheraton was already saddled. Caleb stepped out leading Fortune, a brown Palomino. If I didn't mind, he was going to ride with me this morning. Suddenly, my t-shirt and jacket felt a little too tight as my nipples perked up, pushing against them. My dreams last night hadn't been any different than the ones before and my body was remembering. As I slid into the saddle, I watched Caleb mount Fortune and could see him mounting me in my head. Sheraton and I took off in a gallop. We rode for about an hour and ended up near the edge of a drop. We let the horses roam in the grass and Caleb and I walked. Off to the side was a boulder. Sitting up on it, I acted like I was looking at the view. Instead, I was watching Caleb. His back was to me and I couldn't help but stare at how his jeans hugged his ass. Tight and firm. That's what it looked like. In my head, I saw myself laying between his legs, licking his bare ass down to his balls. In my dream, I rolled my tongue around his puckered ass and held his balls in my hand, squeezing, making him moan. My hand moved up to stroke his cock as my tongue pushed against his little asshole. In my dream, he was moaning. I was so caught up in my fantasy, I didn't hear him ask me what I was thinking until he had moved and was standing right in front of me. My face flushed and my eyes focused on his groin in front of me. His jeans were tight across his groin, hugging it. I could make out the bulge in his jeans. He was hard. Slowly, I looked up to meet his eyes. He asked me how old I was. I told him nineteen. He said good and slid his hand around to cup the back of my neck. When his mouth touched mine it felt like my whole body was being kissed. His lips pushed against mine, his tongue sliding between them to touch my tongue. I moaned into his mouth and his hand tightened around my neck. I've been kissed by a lot of boys and men. Nothing like this. He came up for air, looked into my eyes and then smashed his mouth down on mine again. I reached up, grabbing hold of his jean jacket and pulled him down to me. I was practically laying across the boulder and Caleb was on top of me. Caleb's lips moved from my mouth to the side of my neck, just below my ear. I moaned and arched. I love that spot. As his tongue did nasty little swirls on my neck, his hand was moving down my hip. He pulled my t-shirt from my jeans and slid his hand up underneath to touch my bare skin. As his mouth came back to mine, his hand was cupping my breast, squeezing gently. I have big breasts but he had bigger hands. I fit into his palm perfectly. Pulling away from me, Caleb stood and stared at me. The bulge in his jeans was bigger. He pulled me up to stand in front of him. Slowly, his hands pushed my jean jacket down my arms. Yanking it off, he tossed it to the side. His hands pulled the hem of my t-shirt up and over my head. That got tossed next to my jacket. Caleb's eyes watched my breasts as I reached behind me, unhooking my black lace bra. As I shimmied it down my shoulders, I watched his eyes. Oh yea. I was definitely getting all my fantasies today. Naked from the waist up, I stood and watched him. His eyes kept moving from one nipple to the other, making me feel like he was actually touching me when he wasn't. Reaching up, I cupped a breast in each hand, rubbing my thumbs over my hardened nipples. Pulling my nipple, stretching it. Using both hands, I pushed my aching tits together, leaned my head down and licked the tip of each one. That was all I needed to do. Caleb reached out, grabbed me to him. Pushing my hands away, his hands took over where mine had left off. I moaned as his fingers massaged my flesh, tugging and pulling. Lowering his head, Caleb took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it. I groaned and nearly fell over. I'd been dreaming about this for days. Dreaming how his mouth would feel. It was warm and wet. His tongue flicked around my nipple before his lips would close tight around it and pull. Over and over again, he'd suck my nipple into his mouth and then pop it free. Caleb moved from one nipple to the other. As his mouth took care of my tits, his hands moved down. Cupping me through my tight jeans, his hand pushed up, rubbing against me. I moaned louder, holding onto his shoulders as his mouth bit gently down on my nipple and his hand pressed between my legs. Without missing a beat with his mouth, Caleb unzipped my jeans. When I felt his big hand slide down inside the front of my jeans, I nearly bit my lower lip off. I closed my eyes, waiting for his touch. Just as his fingers found my wet pussy in my jeans, his teeth grazed across my left nipple. I moaned, arching back. His right arm was around me otherwise I'd have fallen. Slowly, his fingers pushed against my wet lips until the tip of his finger slid inside me. Stroking me slowly, gently, he pushed me just near an orgasm than stopped. Smiling, he stood, leaving me empty. Walking to his horse, he came back with a blanket and laid it across the boulder. Caleb grabbed my jeans and pushed them down, taking my flimsy panties with them. He told me to sit. I did and he pulled my jeans and panties down and off. I laid on the boulder naked except for my cowboy boots. It felt delicious. Running his hands up my legs, Caleb parted them, opening me wide. My pussy was soaking wet, dripping. Leaning over, Caleb touched his tongue to the very tip of the patch of fur above my lips. I moaned and leaned back as he moved his tongue lower with each flick until he touched my lips. Holding my legs open wide with his hands on my thighs, Caleb used only his tongue on my wet pussy. Using only small, slow licks, Caleb tortured me. He'd bring me close to an orgasm than stop, kissing the insides of my thighs. When I'd settle down, he'd go back to my pussy, licking and sucking. Using only his tongue, Caleb moved the tip down my lips and then up again. His mouth would close around my pussy, sucking it whole before he went back to using only his tongue. As my body neared another orgasm, I reached down, pushing his head further between my legs. I felt him smile against me. His mouth closed around my clit and he sucked. I nearly screamed my orgasm. My body bucked as his mouth ate me roughly. He held my legs wide as my muscles strained. His mouth never stopped eating me as I broke into one orgasm after another. When I was finally done, Caleb kissed my pussy, rubbing his nose over my clit and then stood up. I sat up, reaching out for his belt buckle. Unhooking it, all I could think of were my dreams. Was he going to be bigger or smaller than I'd fantasized? Pushing his jeans down, I pulled him out. Definitely bigger than my dreams. Caleb's cock was throbbing, rock solid and probably 10 inches long. And thick. My god, he was thick. Wrapping both hands around him, I leaned over and flicked my tongue over the head of his monster. He moaned and pushed up towards me. I love giving head. I love sucking a cock between my lips. I planned on torturing him the way he had tortured me. My hands twisted across him in opposite directions as I sucked just the tip of his cock into my mouth. He tasted so good. Pushing my lips down over his head, I sucked more of the shaft. My hands were gripping him, squeezing him. His cock pulsed with each suck. Caleb was moaning, thrusting his cock into my hands and mouth. When I slid my mouth down over his entire cock, stretching my mouth, Caleb moaned out and begged me to suck harder. Up and down I dragged my mouth, twisting my lips around him. As my mouth worked his cock, I moved my hands down to cup his balls. Massaging first one ball then the other, I stroked him, kneaded him. His cock throbbed in my mouth with each squeeze. I tasted drops of precum from the tip of his cock. Not wanting him to blow yet, I wrapped my fingers tightly around the base of his cock and squeezed, holding him. He moaned and grunted, begging me to let him cum. I smiled and shook my head, "Not yet." When I was sure I had stopped his orgasm, I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock and down the length of him again. Over and over again, washing him with my tongue. Crawling off the rock, I moved behind him, bending him over. He braced himself on the rock and I went to work licking his ass. At first, he was surprised. As my tongue moved over his ass, he relaxed and began to enjoy it. Reaching down between his legs, I cupped his balls again, stroking him slowly. I moved to rim his ass and stick my tongue just a little inside him. He moaned and pushed back. Crawling down under him, I took his balls in my mouth again. Using one hand, I stroked his cock, wrapping my hand tight around him and pumping him slowly. With my other hand, I grabbed his ass, squeezing and massaging it. Just like my fantasies. He was moaning, thrusting into my hand. I couldn't wait much longer for him. I slipped my hand up his cock again, rubbing my fingers over the head and then pushing back down again. My mouth was sucking his balls, rolling them with my tongue. Caleb moaned. Looking up at him, I asked him if he was ready to fuck me yet. Smiling, Caleb grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up. I took that as a yes. Reaching down, Caleb tore his jeans off. His t-shirt came next. Lifting me up over his shoulder, his hand grabbed my ass, caressing it, as he walked away from the boulder. I tried to look over my shoulder but lost all thought ability when his finger stroked lightly between my ass cheeks. I moaned and wiggled. When he stopped, he slowly lowered me, letting me slide down his body. Turning me around, he leaned me against a tree. As he pushed my legs apart, his hands roughly cupping my pussy as he moved me, he said in my ear, "Now I'm gonna fuck you hard." I moaned and gripped the tree harder. Caleb's fingers moved between my legs. The tip of his finger pressed against my clit, making me moan and push back against him. I felt the tip of his cock on my ass and wanted him in me. Wrapping one arm around my waist, Caleb held me as he used his other hand to guide the tip of his massive cock between my pussy lips. I moaned as he spread me, opening my lips. My pussy sucked him in, wrapping itself around his thick cock. Caleb moaned in my ear, telling me how tight my pussy was around his cock, how good it felt sliding inside me. With each thrust, he pushed his cock deeper inside me. Slowly, Caleb drove his thick cock inside me and then pulled slowly back out, until just the tip of his cock was still pressed between my lips. He'd stop, waiting, holding me so I couldn't move back against him, then he'd ram his cock back inside me. I was clutching the tree, begging him to fuck me harder. Each time I begged, Caleb would move slower. Caleb's cock throbbed inside me as he fucked me slowly. His free hand reached around me and grabbed my swinging tit. His fingers pulled on my nipple, tugging and twisting. His cock moved inside me, in and out, back and forth. I was moaning, begging. Caleb whispered in my ear how he couldn't wait to fuck me hard. How he wanted to bang my pussy with his cock. I begged him to do it, to fuck me hard and fast. My pussy was pulsing around his dick, pulling it deeper inside me. Caleb stopped, his cock buried deeply in me. His hand reached down under my left thigh. Tilting me slightly, Caleb lifted my leg up, stretching me wider. Holding my leg up, his cock slid at an angle in my pussy, making me feel like he was ten times bigger than he was. I moaned and Caleb began hammering his cock into me. With each thrust of his cock, burying himself in my tight pussy, he grunted and I moaned. His dick felt so thick, so long and so fucking huge. I was creaming for him to fuck me harder. Caleb rammed his cock harder and harder into my tight hole, his balls slamming against me with each push. His hand was tugging on my tit, pulling it, holding it still as my body bounced back and forth. His cock was amazing. I felt my pussy tightened, my body shivered and I came hard. Moaning, I pushed back against him, clenching my muscles down around his dick. Caleb groaned and rammed harder into me. Easing my leg down, Caleb pushed my thighs together and lifted me with his arms. His cock was still buried deep inside my pussy. Turning around, he leaned back against the tree, bracing himself. His arms raised and lowered me on his cock. I'd never been fucked this way and it was incredible. His cock filled me, drilling up inside me. My pussy was one giant orgasm, one spasm after another, as his cock fucked me over and over again. He grunted, slammed his cock deep inside me and then he moaned his own orgasm. Lifting me off, he set me down. I immediately turned and took his spewing cock in my mouth, sucking every last drop. Caleb's hands pushed my head onto his dick as he drilled my throat. I swallowed, drinking down his creamy cum. Licking his cock, I nibbled on the tip before I stood. Caleb grabbed me, pulling me to him. His mouth came down on mine, kissing me hard. His tongue slipped between my lips and I moaned. His hands massaged my sensitive tits and his mouth kissed my neck. Letting me go, he went to get the blanket from the boulder. Laying it under the tree, we laid down on it and slept in nothing but our boots. I awoke to a pair of lips lightly kissing my wet pussy... Mmmm, I love cowboys. Cowboy I wrote this as a distraction for my husband. He works unending hours and gives me all that is left and more. I really don't like to read erotica where "you" is a character and I hope you all will give me leeway this one time. Thank you LaPatitMort for your email, and yeah he did like it. **************** My dearest love, I hope this morning will give you encouragement throughout the day knowing that whatever happens I am home waiting for you. I am devoted to you as a man and husband. Your commitment and desire to please me never cease to move me. I know at times I confuse you especially in the last few years as I feel I have shed many shackles and misconceived expectations. I feel your hesitancy at times fearing you might offend me or push me too far. I so want you to push, not me but yourself. You have long held back your passion and imagination in fear of trespassing a delicate sensibility or decorum of decency. I love the passion you have for me. I feel desirable, hot and sexy. I walk with confidents knowing what an amazing lover I have. I love it when you take me, bite me and hold me, direct me. I want you to mark me so everyone will know I am yours and you have claimed me, over and over, letting the world see your power over me. I want you to talk to me, make love to me with your words. Tell me what you want. I want you to come home one night, and while I'm asleep blind fold me and bind me to the bed with the straps you have set up and lay hidden beneath the mattress. I am upside down, with my head draped down over the mattress edge. You caress my body with warming oil; strap a vibrator, set on random, onto my clit, then leave me in the darkness. The only sound is the incessant buzz grinding against me and my shallow breathing, Waiting for you, expecting. After a while you return to find me wet and desperate. You've been thinking of me, maybe filming me struggle aching, arching and straining to have more. You are straddling the edge of desire hard, throbbing and ready. Standing in front of my face, my mouth perfectly level for your pleasure I feel your heat and smell your scent. I know it so well. I know when you are home or in my bed instinctively. I know it is there pulsing for me just out of reach. I open my mouth and seek you with my tongue. Watching, then pulling away you enjoy my struggles and delight as I squirm. I feel you so close, want you, and need you. Silently you grasp my nipple. You like the right one best. Is it more sensitive? Quickly, tightly, a pull and then it's gone. I feel you circle my body, a predator silently appraising its prey. You push the vibrator into me giving me a little more but not enough. You laugh at my frustration as I arch into your hand. You know how I will scream for you when you have finished. When you have lead me to the cliff of pleasure, my knees weak and I am too blind to see anything but my need to come. You smile as you imagine my face in the final moments before the final push, and fall into a deep sea of pleasure. But first.. A few more pushes and I am panting, drooling, desperate. It is perfect for you to take advantage of my wide open mouth. The blood is pounding in my head, I can't see and my body is on fire. I feel your thigh brush against my hand as you rub against it showing me how hard you are. I smell you getting closer to my face. I feel your hand brush against my breast again, then a bite. Fingers drift along my neck, ears and jaw. My puffy lips open anticipating. I lick my lips. I expect you to thrust into me; instead your fingers invade my mouth, stroking my lips, teeth and tongue. You watch imagining yourself thrusting into my helpless face. My spit coats your hand and is dripping like my pussy. Your done waiting. With hands on my shoulders you push into my mouth. The angle is perfect as you fuck my throat. My nipples call to you so you grasp them like reigns on a horse and go for a ride. What do you think cow boy? Have a great day Cowboy Car Repair The stars, a broke down car and a hero on a horse. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (17 min/mp3) * * * * * Cowboy Ch. 01 I was visiting my sick aunt in Rapid City, SD. I was there a week, when one night at the supper table she suggested I drive down to Keystone, after all she wasn't ill enough for me to be twenty-four-seven. She handed me a brochure and said, "It's a trip back in time, on an authentic 1880 train, check it out, I know you'll enjoy it. The train took one back in time to the old west, through the Black Hills of South Dakota from Keystone to Hill City and back. One could relax in coach, and watch the beautiful scenery, or visit the dining car. However keep and eye out, there are train robbers on the loose. The re-enactment was called, "Shootout train ride." There's the good-guy, as sheriff trying to protect the gold, and bad-guys trying to steal it, damsels in distress and those causing it. My mind wandered back in time for a few minutes. Then I was brought back to reality when auntie told me she was going to bed. Adding, "What'd yah think of the brochure?" "I'm going on a little trip, to the old west, and watch a shoot out." She yawned and said, "Fill me in on the details when you return, goodnight." My night was filled with train whistles, a handsome sheriff, and bandits. The next morning I bade her goodbye and headed for Keystone. I met him when I boarded the train. He was sitting in the seat ahead of me, and I wondered if he was part of the shootout re-enactment. His rugged look with his chaps, jeans, and mustache took me back to an earlier time, when people were honest, and trustworthy. I licked my lips hungrily, wondering what he sounded like, and better yet what he looked like under his clothes. Oh god, the mere thought of it, made my pussy purr with pleasure. Just what I didn't need right now, for him to smell how aroused I was becoming. When he turned, and gazed at me I thought I'd melt right then, and there. I managed to find my voice, "Hello, are you one of the actors here in the show?" With a drawl sexy enough to melt butter, he answered. "Yeah pretty lady, names 'Cowboy.' Damn his voice matched his looks and my whole body screamed, 'hell yes I want to fuck him.' "My name is Kandy, nice to meet you. This is my first time here. I'm from Tennessee and visiting my sick aunt who lives near here. She suggested I come see the show, so here I am. I love riding in old train like this, the clicky-clack of the wheels, makes me feel like it was really 1890?" We began talking like they we were long lost friends; perhaps lovers from a past time. When his eyes met mine, I felt it clear to the center of me womanhood. My whole body trembled, and my clit screamed, 'well honey, now's the time to seduce the cowboy.' It was then he told me that he liked to be blunt and to the point. "I cannot help but notice those captivating green-eyes darling. I love a full figured woman also yours makes me wonder what lies beneath those clothes." I bit my lip, and blushed all over, which is not hard too do, it's my usual color when talking to someone this sexy. "I like it when a man is direct, and states what is on his mind. I hate it when they play games, and beat around the bush; it's always wasted too much time. You have a very sexy smile; I'd love to see what's behind those sunglasses." He removed them, winked, and said, "Lil-darlin, I think we are on the same train track, how's about meeting me in the caboose?" Now was my chance, "Meet you, I'd lead you there!" "Mmmm, I like that idea." I batted my seductive eyes and purred, "What's the first thing you do?" His reply was as smooth as whiskey. "Just gaze at your sweet ass as you wiggled your way between the rows of seats to the back of the car." I envisioned myself in the period dress of the old western days. I laughed, shaking that idea out of my head, because there would be too many damn clothes to take off. "Mmmm, just gaze? I like where this is going." When we were at the coupling to the caboose, he took my hand, and helped me across. When safely in side he took me into his arms and kissed me deeply. I placed my around his neck, leaned into him, and then kissed him deep enough to curl his toes. As our tongues danced together, I melted into his arms. His hands caressed my ass. I kissed his neck, nibbled his ear, and whispered, "I want you." His warm lips moved over my neck softly kissing, his nostrils flared, while taking in my sweet fragrance. He then unbuttoned my blouse, and moved his lips down over my cleavage. I ran my hands down his back, moaning in delight, and he growled hungrily. With one hand, and a quick move of his fingers my bra gently falls to the floor. The only sound heard is our hard breathing and the click of the wheel over the tracks. I unbuttoned his shirt, and kissed his flesh, "Mmm." His mouth moved over me breast softly kissing, and licking till he found my sweet nipple. Covering it and suckling like a baby in my arms. Oh gawd, I loved titty man! I pulled his head closer and ran me fingers through his hair. He continued kissing, and sucking as my nipple making it harden in his mouth. He scissors the other one between his fingers, and I moan softly. I stopped him briefly, and pulled his head up to my hungry lips. I placed my mouth on his and our tongues do the dance of lovers. I could feel his desire as he kissed me deeply, while his hands pushed my jeans down over my hips. I wiggled, and helped remove them. With trembling fingers I unzipped his, and slid his jeans down, eagerly awaiting the prize within. Stepping out of my panties, I watched him ogle me, and blushed with desire. His shorts were tight; his cock was hard for me already. I reached down, and attempted to remove them. Toeing his boots off, he slipped out of his jeans and shorts. We found ourselves totally naked as the train rumbled on. I moved into his body, as our passion erupted like steam between us. He gently lay me on one of the bunks, as his lips go back to my wanting breast for more attention. I purred in ecstasy, "Oooooooooh." His hand moved between my soft white thighs, and cupped my wanting pussy. I quivered in anticipation when he gently slipped his finger slowing into my wetness, softly stroking as it moved up over my hot clit. I spread my legs wider moving my hips into his hand, while reaching for his cock, wanting to feel it in my hand. He slipped his index finger deep inside me, and started finger-fucking me fast. I grasped his cock firmly, and slowly started stroking it. His lips on my nipple, was adding to the response from his hand. "Ooooh I love that! Keep it up baby, make me cum!" He removed his finger, brought it to his lips, and tasted my sweetness. Following that, they went down over my tummy leaving a wet trail with his tongue. His mouth finds its prize, and he started softly licking the folds of my pussy. A gasp escaped my lips. "Eat me baby." My fingers moved down, and separated the lips of my wanting flower. As my sweet pink clit showed he covered it with his mouth and suck gently. I raised my hips to meet his eager mouth, as my juices flowed down the crack of my ass. His finger stroked my swollen g-spit, as he sucked it harder and harder, wanting every sweet drop of my sweet nectar. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer too me, and gasped. "Ohhh fuck, sweety, your going to make me cum!" His tongue danced against my clit, and I flooded his face with more of my juices. Pure ecstasy overtook my body, I closed my eyes, as I felt my climax building. His tongue was fucking me now like a wild man on a mission, wanting every sweet drop of my juices in his mouth. I began to shake as the climax surged through me like a freight train out of control, flooding his face, and whiskers. He continued lapping up every drop from me while rubbing my g-spot harder, wanting me to totally loose control, and squirt all over him. I quivered, and he sucked even harder, even though I tried to push him away. I wanted him with every fiber of my being, needing to feel his hard cock deep inside me. I reached down pulling at his shoulders, urging him to rise up, and fuck me. I showed him I couldn't take any more and brought my knees together. So he rolled me over on my tummy, and I got up on my knees. Before he could say or do anything, I looked him straight in the eyes, and confessed, "I want to suck your cock first!" He moved around, placed his cock against my lips, and smeared then with his pre-cum. With one hand I rolled his balls, engulfed his member, as I began sucking it, and tickling it with my tongue. He grabbed my head, and rammed his cock into my sweet mouth fucking it long hard thrusts. "Oh please stop, I don't want to cum in your mouth sugar! I want my dick deep inside your cunt, so I can fill every crevice with cum!" He kissed me passionately. Moving behind me, took his hard cock, with its hot purple head covered with pre-cum, and rubbed it on my ass. Then he placed it against my cunt, rubbing, and teasing it with just the head. My body trembled, as I pushed my ass into his cock. Moaning as my muscles gripped his shaft like a vice, and began milking it hard. He fucked me with slow, long strokes, in and out of my wet pussy, each one felt to the very depths of my soul. We moved in rhythm like a well oiled machine, picking up speed, faster and faster, as he fucked me. Fucking like wild animals with so much passion and desire. I feel it burning clear to the center of my womanhood as our body's rock with the motion of the train. Ramming my hips into his, I shrieked, "Fill me with cum darlin!" With a great lunging pushed his whole body shaking hard, and exploded inside me. That triggered another climax in me, and I squealed, "Ooooh god yes," cuming so hard we nearly lost our balance. We stayed like that locked in each other, not wanting the passionate moment to end. He rolled over onto the bed next to me, and pulled me close. I fell into his arms. "I could kiss you endlessly, and snuggle for hours. Cowboy kissed my lips and uttered, "Mmmmmm I like that idea baby!" Cowboy Ch. 02 I don't know what attracted me to 'cowboy'? Maybe because he was a straight shooting to the point person, with a gentle manner, plus the fact he actually dressed and acted like a cowboy. After our first sexual encounter, we talked by phone many times, about everything from the wild-west, sexual experiences, and fantasies. I felt comfortable with him, and when our conversation took on an intimate nature, it stirred emotions in me I thought were long gone never to arise again. I yearned to meet this rough and ready cowboy again, and have him take me beyond the conventional sexual adventures. Let's face it, I wanted to fuck him, again, because it brought out that naughty side in me. I wasn't planning on leaving my aunts home for another two weeks. Surely we would meet once more; unfortunately, due to his schedule that second encounter never happened. He did come and say goodbye that morning I left for home. How can I find the man of my dreams, only to turn around, and have to leave him? My home was over three-thousand miles away. Damn, talk about bursting my bubble. Now, what I could do, to satisfy this burning desire between my legs? Cybering online was a good alternative, but left me wanting more. Then it dawned on me, maybe he can call me sometime, and share our sexual desires, and get off listening to each other climax. That too made me only want him more I got home late the following day, and decide to sleep late the following morning. It was past noon when I logged into my computer to check my email. There was one from cowboy; it wasn't a sexy one, but one about the 50's. I typed a reply that I liked it, closed out my email, and opened my messenger. He was already online. 'Oooh be still my beating heart.' Telling myself, he is just a man, and doesn't bite...but than again, I know a few places he can. "I liked your email." "I thought you might." "I sent you a sweet reply too. I was born in the fifty's, and love the music." "Me too, I love the 50's rock and roll and I also love good old country" "One of my favorites is Ray Price." "Mine Conrad by far and Dolly of course." "That's when music was music, and it didn't sound like someone just ran over their foot." "So true." "I wish I lived down the road from you, I'd not be on this damn computer." "That's for sure; you'd be in my arms lil-darlin." "Ooooh I like that idea. I'm not dressed yet either." "I'm not either. I like lounging in my undies and tee." "I would love to be kissing u hard, right now, as I let my fingers do the walking.....for starters." "I love them starters, god I miss you baby!" I lowered my head, began to cry softly, and typed. "I miss you too, all I can think about at night, is making love to you. It's going to be along while, before I go to see my auntie again." "Well I have an idea." "Better than phone sex I hope. Not that I don't like doing that with you, because I do." "Next month I will be going to Iowa city, Iowa on business. I was wondering how far that is from you?" "I'm about six hours from there, what'd you have in mind baby?" "You and me, together for the whole weekend, after all, I won't be tied up that long on business." My eye lit up like light bulbs, could we, should we, damn right we will. "Oh honey, that would be marvelous. I cannot wait to be in your arms, making love again, and again. Email me the date and name of the hotel, because this lil-darlin plans on taking another road trip." He emailed me the information. I noticed it was only three weeks away, until I cam be in his arms once more. As usual the time drug by slower than molasses, and the day before the, I packed my suitcase. I made sure I had something slinky, silky, and sexy. I smiled, like I'm going to be wearing this little number long. I then gassed the car up, and stowed my luggage in the trunk, that way all I had to do is drive off toward my destination, paradise, in cowboy's arms. After eating, and filling a thermos with coffee, I left home around five am. All I could do was think of what we would do, in bed. I wanted to stop a few time and satisfy the hunger between my legs, but decided I'd save my energy. I pulled up to the hotel, noting I was there an hour early than the time he said he would arrive. I parked the car, got out my luggage, walked inside to wait, and watch for him. I sat off to the side of the lobby for what seemed like and eternity. I felt more anxious than a teenager who was just discovered the joys of sex. Then I saw him enter the room. His jeans fit snuggly, and I could make out a sizable bulge, I licked my lips hungrily. This was going to be one cowboy, I couldn't wait to ride hard and put away wet. I stood, straightening my jeans and walked toward him. When he saw me, he smiled; the kind of smile that could melt ice. "I see you made it okay. I was wondering about that since you told me you can get lost going around the corner," he laughed. "Well in my big town, I do, since I've only lived there a short while." Our eyes met, and I saw his passion for me in them. "Well follow me lil-darlin, I won't let you get lost, because you'll be in my arms." He checked us in, gathered the luggage, and we walked arm and arm toward the elevator. There was excitement in his voice as he spoke, "We'll be staying on the third floor, room three-ten." "I see, I won't be looking out the window at the scenery." "The only thing I want to see lil-darlin; is you lying naked on the bed next to me." Oh Gawd, my tits and hardening clit, screamed, 'hell yes.' Once inside the cubicle, we moved into each others arms, and I planted a kiss on him, that would curl any man's toes. His mouth parted, his tongue explored my mouth, and I went weak in the knees. He held me close with one arm as the other caressed my ass. Our actions were broken by the sound of the elevator door opening. I stepped through feeling his gaze on my ass, and wiggled it seductively as I walked down the hall. He set the suitcases down, opened the door, and I entered. Once inside, he turned locked the door and took me into his arms. His hands caressed me, as he kissed me so hard, my toes curled. "How's about you getting comfy baby, I need to pee." I scurried toward the bed, and quickly turned back the covers. I kicked off my shoes, slid off my jeans and panties, along with bra and t-shirt, and threw them on the floor. Hoping I could get into bed, before he entered the room. My whole body yearned for his touch, and I could not help but run my fingers through my pussy. I was already drenched, and my clit was out of the hood and swollen, and I couldn't help but massage the sensitive love button. I guess I didn't pay that much attention after that, until I heard him clear his throat. I jumped in surprise, and stopped. "Oh don't stop on my account darlin, I was beginning to enjoy the view. Touch your cunt baby; show me how hot you really are!" I watched him out of the corner of my eye, as I spread my legs wider. I separated my labia, slid my fingers across the glistening skin, and moaned softly. He begins to strip, as I continued to masturbate for him. When he removed his jeans, I gasped his cock was as I remembered it, long and thick. He just stood there, ogling me, as it grew harder. I slid three fingers inside my wanting hole, and quivered all over. I slowly finger-fucked myself, making sure to mew and moan to his delight. I ran my drenched fingers up over my clit, and heard him growl hungrily. "Grrrrr, make yourself cum lil-darlin!" I smiled coyly. One hand continued playing with my hot-box, as the other moved to my breast and squeezed it. I took my index finger and thumb, pulled, pinched, and rolled the hardening nipple. The digits in my cunt rubbed my clit, faster, and faster as they brought me closer to climax. I watched him move closer to the bed, looking down, examining my actions closely. He touched my arm, "Lay down baby, you need a man's touch." He climbed on to the bed; and his mouth came down on mine. He kissed me hard, while his left hand cupped my big breast. It fit in his large hand perfectly. I lay down, and his fingers went to work, massaging my flesh, then pulling, and stretching them between his index finger and thumb. I arched my back and moaned in response. Using both hands he pushed my tits together, leaned over, and licked the tip of each one. I'd been fantasizing how good his mouth would feel, it was warm, wet, and inviting. I groaned, arched my back, and nearly passed out. His tongue flicked around my nipple teasingly, as his lips close tight around it, and pulled at it, repeatedly. He then moved and did the same thing to the other one. Just as his fingers found my wet pussy, his teeth grazed across my left nipple. I closed my eyes, arched my back, moaning louder, holding on to his shoulders, and bit my lower lip. Two of his fingers pushed between my folds until they slid inside me. His thumb found my clit, and he began playing me like a fiddle. Stroking me aggressively, pushing near orgasm, and then stopping, repeatedly. It felt delicious, and I screamed, "Oh fuck baby, make me cum!" He stopped tantalizing my nipple, parted my legs wider, and moved between them. "Not yet lil-darlin, I want to arouse your cunt so much, you squirt!" My pussy was so wet, it ran down the crack of my ass, and pooled on the bed. I held my labia apart, while he used his tongue on my drenched pussy. Using small, slow flicks of his tongue, he tormented my clit, as two fingers fucked my hole hard. He'd bring me close to climax, than stop; wait a few seconds, the go back to my pussy again, repeatedly. As my body neared another orgasm, I reached down, and pushed his head further between my legs. His mouth closed around my clit, and he sucked it hard. My hips bucked wildly as his mouth ate me roughly. He held my legs wide as my muscles strained, and shrieked loud enough to burst his eardrums. "Ooooh fuck," as I squirted cum all over his face, chest, and bed. He never stopped eating me as I broke into one orgasm after another. It took me a while after that to calm down. I told cowboy to lie down on his back. I leaned over, reached for his cock. My gawd, it was long and thick, and I wrapped my hands around it. I love giving head. I leaned over, and flicked my tongue across its purple mushroom head, savoring the pre-cum. He moaned and pushed up towards me. Little did he know that I planned on torturing him the way he did me. My hands moved up and down, and I took just the head into my mouth. Mmm, he tasted so damn good. Slowly pushing my lips down further on to his shaft as far as I could, because I knew I couldn't deep throat him. I squeezed him, and sucked him hard. I then stopped, pausing, feeling his cock pulsate on my lips, as I watched his face. He moaned loudly, and thrust his hips upwards, wanting to force more of his cock into my mouth. I did this action over and over, bringing him oh so near climax and stopping, knowing it would make him cum harder. "Ooooh fuck baby, suck me harder," he growled. I ignored his pleads, as my mouth moved slowly up and down his shaft. With my other hand, I cupped his balls, massaging them one at a time. Not wanting him to blow yet, I wrapped my fingers tightly around the base of his cock and squeezed. I smiled, shook my head, and purred, "Uh-uh, not yet." He moaned, thrust his hip, and the look in his eyes told me he couldn't hold off from cumming. I sucked hard and deep, pushing as much of my mouth down on is pole as I could. His cock throbbed, and I could feel each vein against my lips. He ran his fingers thru my hair, pushing my head up and down on his shaft. All a sudden, he grunted, and moaned loudly, cumming so much it dribbled off my chin on to his balls. I swallowed hard, and when I was finished, licked his balls clean. I then kissed his cock and purred, "Mmm, you taste good baby. He pulled me into his arms, as his mouth came down on mine, we kissed passionately. His tongue slipped between my lips, and teased mine. I then lay in his arms, snuggling up close to him and we fell asleep. I awoke feeling his lips kissing my pussy. "Mmm, this is why I love this cowboy!" Cowboy Down The rodeo reeked of big animals and big sweat. Dr. Jenny Casey tried to breathe through her mouth as much as possible and, twenty minutes after walking onto the stadium grounds, she didn't know whether to be alarmed or relieved that her nose had grown accustomed to the smell enough for her to fully take in the sights. She still couldn't believe she'd allowed the department secretary and another female faculty member talk her into this whole rodeo thing. And here she thought she'd escaped small town America into a lifestyle that better fit what she thought of as her modernist facade. Her mind wandered back to the conversation that had trapped her into spending a precious Saturday with giant bulls, horses and...more than a few tasty looking men. "You have to see all that San Antonio has to offer, small town charm in the big city," Sherrilyn had gushed last week during a quick lunch in the university's main cafeteria, "You've been in Texas two years and you've barely traveled outside of Austin this whole time." She nodded over to their third lunch companion, Dr. Adrianna Garza, "Both of y'all work too much, you need some time to unwind. Besides I need to, you know, get my _____ on," and she glanced around before making a universally understood sign for getting good and drunk. "That's not true, I just went to a conference in Denver in August," Jenny protested, half thinking that it might not be a good idea to leave town and get drunk with the department chair's secretary and the only other female in the department, tenured to boot. Then again, cementing her few working friendships might not be such a bad idea. "Presenting at a conference is work, Dr. Casey," Adrianna scrunched up her nose and rolled her eyes, using Jenny's title to emphasize her opinion of Jenny's idea of fun, "And, while Denver is in the western half of the country, I hardly think it counts as Texas. She is right, you know, we spend too much time and get too satisfied with the urban granola Austin life. Different Texas experiences will be good for your research and you need to relax a bit before you give midterms." Then good old Dr. Garza hammered the last nail in the coffin, "Anyway, what would you do if you didn't go, take in the latest Indie film and work on a paper the rest of the weekend?" Jenny sighed, so everyone knew Dr. Casey didn't get out much, even in Austin. A wet black nose on her bare arm nudged her out of her reverie and Jenny knelt down to give the little goat in the petting zoo some kibble to munch on. She wished she'd worn a more comfortable pair of shorts, rather than the snug jeans and thick-heeled boots but at least she fit in with the crowd. She shrugged her long bangs away from her eyes and tucked the strand behind her ear as she stood up to look for her friends. Adrianna was nowhere to be seen and Sherrilyn was flirting with some tall, dark drink of water of a man in a cowboy hat on the opposite side of the arena. Since they'd all agreed to meet up at the rodeo concert later that evening, Jenny wandered around the grounds alone for awhile. She bought a small, dangly pair of turquoise earrings from a local craftsman and like them so much that she put them on, right then and there. Later, nursing her second margarita, she strolled back to the concert area to meet up with the girls. Since this was the opening act for a more popular country singer, only a small crowd graced the area surrounding the stage. She stretched out on a white plastic chair near the front and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying a bit of the evening breeze. Even in early March, South Texas was hot and mildly humid. She heard microphones moving and steel tapping steel as the band readied for their first song. Somewhere an announcer introduced the band, "Now let's give a big Texas welcome to Charlie Ray and One True South!" Jenny's boots flew off the chair in front of her and hit the ground with a shocked thud. She sat up ramrod straight. "Oh. My. God." Her friends hadn't told her what band would be playing at the rodeo that day, and why would they feel the need? After all, she had a Ph.D. in Public Policy from Harvard. What would they expect her to know about cowboys and country music? Charlie Ray strode onto the stage and launched into his first song. He was still 110% man and certainly nothing like the staid and practical men she'd been around for the last ten years. He was an old friend from more than a lifetime ago. She only kept up with his rising career because of the burning memory of a few stolen kisses that sometimes kept her awake at night, wishing she could relive that small town past just one more time. He was singing some song or other about a girl and being lonely, or not being lonely...she couldn't pay attention. He was relatively talented and his voice wasn't bad but none of that mattered. He looked almost exactly the same as he had looked a lifetime ago. Still the same thick but soft black hair, maybe a little shaggier, more country singer than small town cowboy but still the same. Add the hat and the great ass and it still added up to one hot package. His brown eyes would no doubt still remind her of an impish little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. How long had she had an immature but comforting little crush on him? Until that night he had reached over and kissed her in the car. She could still taste that little flame burning up her spine and feel his fingertips on her scalp, then curling through her hair. She couldn't breathe. He started a second song. Something about wanting someone he couldn't have. She felt thirsty. Perhaps another margarita... She stood but didn't move. She couldn't take her eyes off him. And the way he held that microphone! No, a margarita was definitely not what Dr. Casey needed. Then she saw Charlie Ray see her back. She mouthed "Ray?" and he broke into a great grin. She made a small gesture as if to say, "What's up with all this?" She'd never seen him on stage before. He just smiled on and kept on singing. Maybe he didn't recognize her. Then, between his second and third song, he turned that body all the way in her direction and started the third song, about something...that sounded a little adult for the rodeo. Did they have laws in Texas? Perhaps she was just interpreting the lyrics in a different way. Oh boy, she needed a drink. It was more than a little difficult to edge her way through the growing crowd. More rodeo fans were making their way toward the stage area as they waited for the main act to start. A cheer erupted from the crowd just as she reached its edge. Did the music stop? She had to escape before her coworkers came back. Her reputation as a bright and rising intellectual star would never live down an act of public lewdness with a cowboy and she knew she would have no control over the situation if he found her. Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed Jenny's. She looked up and there he was, larger than her dreams. "Ray?" His whispered name slid long and slow from her lips, "Who's Charlie?" He laughed and tugged her back toward another building, never dropping her hand. She struggled to keep up but he pulled her along even harder. She looked back at the crowd tentatively. How well could she really know a man she hadn't seen in ten years? He stopped only once and bought a brightly colored Mexican blanket from a vendor, keeping his hand down at her hip to hold her closer. Jenny thought that, at that touch, she might just burst into flames in front of the vendor and the few stragglers who hadn't yet wandered over to the concert. It would be decidedly un-professor-like to spontaneously combust but even worse to start putting her hands where she really wanted them. He finally pulled her into some kind of stable and around a corner into a vacant stall, throwing the blanket into a corner. She could smell fresh hay and wondered that she could remember what fresh hay smelled like. He stopped and there was some kind of heavy beam to her back, propping her up. He was so close; Jenny could smell the faint sheen of sweat that clung to him from his time on the stage. His shirt was damp. Even the nights in San Antonio were hot. He placed his palms on either side of her face and stared at her. "Jen?" She would have nodded but she couldn't move what with him holding her face and molding his body to hers so tightly. Then he kissed her. She could taste beer and a bit of lime and salt. She felt his tongue on hers and pulled it into her mouth, running the tip of her tongue down the back of his. Then the tip of her tongue found the roof of his mouth. He pulled away and put his lips lightly to hers. "What are you doing in Texas," he muttered against her lips. "I live here. You know I live here." Her breathing was unsteady, "What are you doing here...in Texas?" She touched his cheeks, his temples, ran her hands through his hair. "Were you trying to find me? Do you think you can just...?" He pushed her back against a different wall and cupped her chin to bring her eyes level with his. "Professor, we both know I can have you whenever I want." He stated it matter of factly, while he dipped his head and turned hers to the side for better access to her neck. She inhaled sharply. Her mind said "No, I don't think that is a good idea," yelled it really, or it might have come out as a yell but Jenny had never shouted at anything in her life. They both knew it would ring false anyway and so the unspoken 'no' burst into a tiny flame between them. The ash of it fluttered slowly to the ground. Her throat hummed as he circled a hand there. The other rested easily on her hip, one finger already turning in small circles under her shirt. She couldn't move, suddenly filled with an old childlike fear at the implied threat even though no real force was exerted. Still, it was like she was glued to that wall. The fear expanded and fought with a familiar pang of bitterness and the great sucking need for that touch. She placed a hand on his chest as if to push away but her hand just rested there as his snuck further under her shirt. Without even breaking the hold of his mouth on hers, in one smooth motion he slid her tank top and off her shoulders and down to her waist. The T-straps on both the tank top and the sports bra she wore to keep her girls reigned in tightened as he pulled them down, effectively tying her hands at her sides. His rough hands came up to cup her breasts and his thumbs traveled in circles over her nipples. She moaned against his mouth, struggling against the bonds of her own clothes. "Don't you think we ummm find ahhhh place for..." She broke off as his lips and tongue took the place of one of this thumbs. He palmed her breast, supporting it while using his teeth to gently pull at her nipple. His tongue lashed fast at it as well. Jenny's gasps for air only increased the sensations. She wasn't going to make it to her hotel room. She'd just have to hope for no audience other than the horse in the next stall. He released her tits and tongued her earlobe for a second, enjoying the sound of her wild breaths. Then he let her body go entirely to spread the blanket over the hay on the ground. In that time, she'd managed to shrug and struggle her top back up to her elbows but her tits impeded the rest of the shirt's progress. Now, with her arms pinned merely at the elbow, at least her hands would be free to do a little roaming across that perfect jean-clad ass of his. He supported her weight down to the blanket. The fiber was scratchy on her bare shoulders but her attention, her whole world, soon snapped right back to one point as she discovered her top wasn't the only thing he'd managed to undo. She arched toward where his finger probed into the wetness there and he obliged by pushing his finger all the way in and pulling it back out slowly. He repeated this a few more agonizingly slow times while she pushed up against his hand, trying to make him push it in faster. He smothered her noises with his kisses. She never could get enough of his mouth. But then he took it away. He went back to nibbling at her nipples, and then moved down to her stomach which was tight with anticipation. The top and her sports bra still held her arms tight at the elbows but her hands were free to touch his face, to curl her fingers in his hair, then to grip it as his tongue found the paces his finger had been a moment before. She. Couldn't. Breathe. Again. As his tongue fucked her, it went deeper than she thought possible. As he pulled it out, he licked upward and across her clit like he might lick an extra large ice cream. His tongue and the lips sucking at her clit were so impossibly gentle but his hands were still rough as he held them down. Then he released one hand and she immediately used it to push his face further into her pussy. Her chest heaved much faster and she mmmm-ed a little more loudly but not enough to attract outside attention. Jenny couldn't quite let go of all her tightly controlled dignity even as his finger fucked her and his lips and tongue moved in patient circles. She bit her bottom lip hard to keep from screaming as all that pent up control exploded and she came, shuddering against his mouth, his finger still working her. Cowboy Down Ch. 02 A new clamor interrupted Dr. Casey's own private scream of release; the one that echoed only in her head. Small crowds of drunken chatter floated by the side of the building as rodeo revelers started to head away from the stage for fresh drinks or make their way home for the evening. She could feel small whooshes of breath cooling her hot pussy and then Ray's tongue drifted the length of her lower lips and curled over her clit one last time, dragging another sigh from her, even as he kissed his way back up. Ray gripped her sides on the way up, his ample forearms squeezing her ribs with her own captured arms, his fingers digging into her biceps. He growled his enjoyment at the salty caramel taste of her skin all the way back up to her nipples, where he concentrated on sucking them both in turn. He continued upward, sucking at her neck. Dr. Casey worried briefly about visible marks until his index fingers and thumbs rolled both of her nipples in the same area his mouth had just abandoned. She arced toward him just as his lips came down on hers and their kiss met roughly in the middle. She could taste her own satisfaction in his mouth but couldn't muster any shame as her still wet pussy contacted with the substantial bulge in his jeans. "Mmmmmmff..." She moaned louder but it remained muffled by his mouth, "Please, I have to have you inside me this time," She begged, " Not like before...when we never..." "Finished?" He finished. He ground at her pussy with his still-fully-clothed bulge. "Y-yes, please---finish this," her breath hitched. "Finish it NOW!" Her answering voice was still low but harsher, almost as much of a low growl as his own, "Once and for all." "Oh, this won't be the last time, honey. I still haven't seen my share of Texas yet. I might need to make a stop in Austin, play a bit on Sixth Street, see what this university of yours has to offer, Dr. Casey." Fighting a bit of panic at the thought of the cowboy in her city at her university—maybe touching himself at the back of one of her classes—on her desk—in a darkened bar, well her mind was getting a bit ahead of itself now, she squirmed under his weight, trying to work the rest of the way out of her boots and jeans. Where was that last shred of dignity again? She found that she didn't care so much. The mere thought of his throbbing cock inserted into any number of her holes had taken care of that small concern. "Wait, let me help," Ray pulled himself up and set to work on removing her boots. He let his fingers tickle her inner calves as he removed boots, stockings, one leg of her jeans, the second leg, and finally her lacy pink boy short panties, all much more slowly than she would have. Now completely naked excepting the white tank top and sports bra that were still effectively tying her elbows below her tits, she closed her eyes, licked her lips and waited—a little embarrassed that he felt the need to study her body which had aged so much since their last meeting more than a decade before. She tried to see herself through his eyes. Her body was only slightly rounder, though probably in the right places as she had not yet escaped nineteen into her twenties the last time they were together. Certainly her breasts had filled in, enough so that she kept a close guard on her attire to maintain respect and professionalism both within and outside of academia. Hell, she hadn't acted in even a remotely sexual manner in the last two years since starting her post as an assistant professor. Her career couldn't afford that kind of attention. Her eyes were still as icy blue-grey as his were warm brown; in this too, they were polar opposites. She opened hers to find him still taking her in, as though he didn't believe she were truly there beneath him. Her auburn hair, while normally pin-straight and tied back, now lay in tangles framing her light skin. Only an occasional hike or run and a summer vacation spent largely alone in Big Bend had left her with the slightest tan and a little more of a natural blush to her cheeks than the average female professor. Finally, when he seemed to have enough of taking her in, Ray lifted her head to his with a hand at the back of her neck. She completed the move to kiss him, the taste of her still faint on his lips and tongue. He lifted the binds of her top and bra to leave her totally unclothed and naked before this world of muted voices and the occasional shuffling or huffs coming from the neighboring stalls. Something banged heavily into the side of the building and they both started. They could hear the much louder groans of another couple, apparently even more caught up in the heat of the South Texas night and certainly more drunk. "Do you want this?! Do you want this?! Tell me how much you want this here cock baybey!!" Another man shouted as the thumping continued. Were the walls that thin? "UUuunngg, Just fuck me, just fuck me NOW!" came the muffled female voice on the other side of the wall. The sounds of another woman reaching climax quickly made Dr. Casey wet again and she muffled her own moan of response by sucking on Ray's tongue as his lips met hers again. His finger once more moved in and out of her pussy but faster now, as if the sounds of the mirror fucking taking place outside had increased his need as well. "Come on." She pushed him down toward the blanket, which was cushioned enough on the hay to leave him in a slightly inclined position, "I want you inside of me." She pulled at the buttons and zipper on his jeans, not moving nearly so slow as he had with her clothes. Afterward, she rubbed her hands feverishly back and forth under his black T-shirt. His chest and stomach were still as tight as she remembered. As the sounds of the lovemaking on the other side of the wall faded, her need only grew more intense as did the wetness between her legs. She rubbed her wet pussy back and forth over his hard cock; the head of it contacting her clit again and again almost sent her bank over the edge into a second orgasm. She moved faster until his hands gripped her biceps painfully to slow her down. It was her cowboy's breath coming hard now. He positioned himself right beneath her and she slowly moved backwards until her pussy lips were kissing the head of his cock, trying to suck him inside. She pushed slowly back, forward a little, back a little more as the head of his penis moved further inside of her. In this, at least, she would not lose control. He growled low again and again, reaching up to cup her breasts and pinch both of her nipples. Suddenly, he thrust upward and, hugging her tightly, crushed her body down towards his so he could feed on her nipples and neck once more. Dr. Casey's pussy was already so wet, that move was all it took for him to drive all the way up inside of her. She cried out, louder than the huffing and movement of the big equine bodies next door, at the twin sensations of his cock and his tongue on her nipple and his fingers rolling over the other nipple. She moved more quickly as his body leaned backward to let her take control. She reflexively tightened her thighs and hips to increase the sucking sensation of her pussy on his cock. She lowered her face and body to meet his lips, while still moving back and forth, pumping him. "Aaaahhh, that's it. Please, Dr. you're so hot. I can't take any more of this," he gripped the back of her shoulders to slap her pussy back on his cock faster. He bit her neck, sucked at her earlobe, all the while moving faster and faster. Neither of them cared about their noises any longer or whether the rodeo was long over for the day. "Please. Harder." She pleaded with him, "More." "Oh, Oooohhh, Mmmmmm." She could feel him sliding into her deeper and deeper. She could see his eyes lose focus. Now, it was she who was making him lose his sense of gravity. Then, she could see nothing at all, as the world shifted its center to this one point, this one last thrust and she came harder the second time around, as his seed filled her up as well.