2 comments/ 40193 views/ 6 favorites Texans: Friendliest Folks Around By: simply_cyn Author's Note: This story couldn't have been written without my good friend Rick who, without his sense of humor and his individual flair for writing that sends me into trembling antics; I dedicate this Texas-based story! * It was a gorgeous early evening, akin to most of the days in Texas, if you could stand the heat and she wanted to get in one last ride today before it got too late and she got caught out in the dark. Saddling up her Arabian gelding and checking the cinch one last time, Mindy Cannon practically threw herself up into the saddle without much propelling from her feet and settled in with a grin. There wasn't much that could beat the feeling of strong muscles rippling between your legs and the surge of power she felt when she eased her horse into a canter and headed out towards her new neighbor's ranch. Mindy enjoyed moments like this... where nothing else was hindering her movements except the stride length of the horse beneath her and the gelding was tearing up ground in much the same manner that people paid good hard-earned money to watch on the NASCAR race tracks. But here, there was nothing to stop the rush of adrenaline coupled with the wind that stung at blue eyes twinkling with the sense of freedom she felt as she thundered across the hilly plains. The wind whistling through her honey hinted strands of auburn that whipped out behind her like a curtain of flame, she turned her mount slightly northward as she headed towards the next ranch, thinking it was only polite to stop by for a visit to her new neighbor. Rick Williams pulled the stiff hat from his head with his left hand and wiped his brow slowly, using the wide brim of the hat to shield his eyes from the blistering sun. An Englishman in Texas; they never would have believed it back home, but sometimes, as he had advised many in the past, you have to follow your dreams, no matter how crazy they seem. The townsfolk were still getting used to the strange man who had to ask about the most common items as if they were from a different planet and he was so used to people enquiring about his accent now that he had caught himself ending sentences with "or do you want me to say that again?" The sun beat down on him harder than he had ever felt before and a newfound respect for the cowboys of old welled up inside him. Shoving the hat back onto his head, he wiped the sweat from his bare torso and stared off into the distance, suddenly missing the closeness of the city where a neighbor would call without warning. Here, it felt like such a social visit would be a planned expedition. Rick looked back at the bales of hay still needing to be moved and sauntered over to them. 'Saunter,' he mused, 'Hell, I'm in Texas. I gotta learn to swagger. ' The grip of the boots on his feet dug into the dirt and watched the horizon bob up and down against his eye line as he moved. The sweat was now running down his back so fast it was as if someone had found a bad faucet and decided to break it completely. As his hands dove down into the straw, muscles strained slowly as he lifted the bale and found that the fifteenth DID feel heavier than the first. He was stopped in motion by the sheer beauty of the landscape around him. England had been such a flat grey country really; the scenery was so compressed together that the whole island felt as if it had been rushed together quickly. But here... here everything seemed to take its time, even the horizon was in no hurry to meet the ground, and the ground was in no hurry to clutter itself with little grey housing estates. The bale in his hands, he carried it over towards the barn. Spurring her horse with just a quick squeeze of her legs, Mindy rode him up the crest of the last hill that separated her ranch from her destination and pulled her mount up short, causing the horse to rear up just enough to make her smile. Leaning down some, she affectionately rubbed his shoulder as he blew heavily, clearing his nostrils of dust as she surveyed the ranch below. It had been rumored that some hotshot from England had moved into the ranch that she had hoped to purchase and add onto her own small space in order to open up the territory even more. But here it sat, in some man's hands that probably didn't know the first thing about Texas, much less ranching and she drew in a deep breath as her hair settled around her shoulders and spoke to her horse in a soft, but cynical tone, "I bet he's some old fart that doesn't even like to be outside. " As Rick deposited the bale just outside the barn, he plunked himself down on it, resting his hands on his knees and leaned forward as he realized that he was moving bales of hay around. It wasn't the realization of what he was doing that struck him, but the fact that he was doing it and he wasn't entirely sure why. Too many cowboy movies growing up perhaps; tonight he could sit around eating beans and recreating the scene in Blazing Saddles. That thought set him laughing out loud; the looks on the faces of the townsfolk as the black sheriff had ridden into town were no different from the looks he had received each time he had spoken to someone. Pulling a cigarette from the paper pack stuffed into his belt, he lit it as he wondered just what the natives were like around here. So far, the people he had met had all seemed polite, but something always felt artificial about it. A good friend had assured him that Texans were just very friendly people and "you're just a stuck up English fart" in the most reassuring manner possible. Standing up in the stirrups some, Mindy could spy the movement of someone near the barn still a good distance away and settled back in the saddle as her tongue clucked gently against the roof of her mouth, sending her horse into a comfortable trot down the slope of the hill towards the ranch. She didn't want to come across as too bold coming up to her new neighbor at a hard gallop and as she drew closer, she began to make more out of him, somewhat surprised that England made them looking that good... strong and lean but an athletic build that filled out his Wranglers in all the right places and that bared chest. He didn't look half bad in his hat but one look at his new boots told anyone that had worked on a ranch that he was clearly new. They weren't even scuffed yet. Pulling the cigarette from his mouth and staring at the end of it for a moment, Rick suddenly realized that sitting on a bale of hay with this thing was a fire risk waiting to happen. As he crushed it out under foot, his gaze wound up finding the figure moving towards him. A cowboy on a horse; how appropriate for his first visitor. Images of trying to make conversation with some slack jawed local yokel barraged his mind for a moment and he regretted having killed out the smoke. As he shuddered at the thought of hearing "ya'll are new 'round here" and pushing back to his feet, he determined to bite down on the stereotypes and show that the English also knew how to be warm and friendly. Warm and friendly seemed to take on a whole new life as it began to dawn on him that his approaching cowboy was not some tobacco chewing redneck with a narrow mind and a narrower forehead, but was in fact starting to resemble a very attractive cowgirl - or a very effeminate redneck with hair that seemed as free and easy as the rider appeared in the saddle. Easing her horse into a walk as she approached the man, a warm smile bloomed upwards on Mindy's lips. She usually had a big laugh at people from other parts trying to "look" the part of a cowboy but she had to admit that he looked pretty good in a hat and as she pulled her horse up to a stop close enough that she could converse with him from the saddle until she was sure that she wasn't going to need a quick getaway, she leaned forward some, her forearm resting on the saddle horn as the animal's head bobbed up and down a bit and glanced to the Englishman rising from the bale of hay. Her eyes twinkled as she spoke in a soft drawl, "Hi... I'm Mindy and I'm from next door," thumbing her fist back over her shoulder a bit before continuing "I had heard someone had moved in and figured I would come say welcome to the neighborhood. " Raising his right hand in a lazy greeting, Rick took a step towards her, feeling somewhat dwarfed by the way she towered over him in the saddle. "Hey... Rick... I mean, I'm Rick," he said slowly as he pushed the thumb of his right hand to his chest. He knew that trying to appear as if he had been caught off guard by her appearance was futile now and he curled up the corners of his mouth in the warmest smile he had in store. "It's kinda taking me sometime to adjust to the solitude here, realizing that my next door neighbor might be a twenty minute walk away. " Wondering if the fact he was speaking slower than his normal rhythm for the sake of clarity might leave her with the wrong impression, he offered his right hand up to her, trying to hide the tension that cut into the ease of his posture - horses were still not something he was truly comfortable around. Mindy laughed gently, the sound of it softened even more by the whinny of her horse as she bent over some, her right hand stretching across the saddle horn to clasp his in a warm embrace. Her fingers tightened on his momentarily as she said in a lilting drawl "Nice to meet you, Rick. It probably wouldn't take you twenty minutes to walk to the house, but you're not too far off" she added with a grin and then sensing his nervousness around the horse beneath her, she slid off in one smooth movement to stand before him as he realized for the first time that she was small in stature as the top of her head barely cleared her horse's back. Using her right hand to gently pat the animal's shoulder, she glanced at the English cowboy with a soft smile. "So it's just you around or is there a missus?" she asked with a slight tilt to her head* Having fought down as best he could the jitter caused by being so near to the horse, Rick realized that he now had to perform a similar miracle of self control on other parts of him as he saw her clearly for the first time. Flexing the fingers of his hand as he drew it back from her, more a reflexive twitch than anything else, he turned his head around slightly to look back at the house behind him as he heard her question. "Just me, which makes that place seem even bigger. " Craning in a fraction, not quite crossing that personal comfort zone but definitely flirting with the barrier line, he continued on with "But then, don't they say everything is bigger in Texas?" He didn't even bother to acknowledge the incredibly lame stereotype comment before taking a moment to drink in the presence of the most enticing and alluring woman he'd seen since his arrival. He'd seen some of the local "southern belles" around town, but this was the first time that he had met a local female who actually seemed to be as much of a free spirit as he was. Mindy smiled hearing him and couldn't help the way her eyes dropped down the length of him if only for a fraction of a second, wondering just how true that statement might be for him before her eyes looked directly into his, noticing that they were an exotic hint of brown as she commented, "Well ya know... that's true. It must be the fresh air and the open prairie. " She pulled down the rope from her hand-tied hackamore and walked her horse over to a hitching ring that her new neighbor... what was his name? Oh yes, Rick... probably didn't even know he had, a sultry sway to her hips encased in worn faded jeans and tied her horse to it loosely. Rick felt the smile on his face completely loose every facet of "having to be there" and take on a genuine desire to rest there amongst the unshaven three day growth of beard. "Yeah, its still... taking a lot of getting used too, a lot of things are," he said, letting the words trail off as his attention stopped being on them and on the swell of a chest that seemed to be wanting to test the material of her shirt to the limit. "Can I offer you something to drink? I really need a cold one right now," were the words he spoke, but they weren't the ones he was thinking. He'd gone into semi-retirement incredibly young not because of good luck, but a shrewd business brain that knew sometimes not only did you not lay all the cards on the table at once but rather revealed them one by one to draw in your opponent. Unsure of the proper etiquette when confronted with a cowgirl in her element, he stepped off to one side slightly and pointed his hand towards the wide open panel door that lead into the house that looked as if one person living there alone would never explore it entirely. Mindy turned from her horse, giving him one last rub on his forelock before hooking her thumbs in the loops of her belt, taking a somewhat easy stance as her eyes assessed this stranger from a country she had only wistfully thought about visiting some day, her mind trying to speed up and wrap around his accent. It took some getting used to but if he could deal with her drawl then she supposed turn about was fair play and smiled, her scuffed boots scooting a bit through the sand as she made her way close to him with a sassy smile "If a cold one means the same thing in your country as it does around here, then I'd love one" she retorted with a spark of something else in her eye. There was decidedly nothing cold about the way he could feel his body responding to her presence. Perhaps it was the English decorum that prevented him from announcing the thoughts in his head right there and then, but as the offer had been accepted, he felt a sudden need to clarify one small point. "Ah, actually HERE a cold one means a Coke, a Diet Coke or a Sierra Mist. If you want something stronger than that... " He let the words trail off again, not out of distraction but knowing the sentence stood on it own. The only distraction now was her and he was staring at her chest as inconspicuously as he could whilst ticking a box in his head that said "Bigger in Texas... yep" The Englishman kicked in and words spewed out in somewhat of a jumble not helped by his accent "actuallyitsabitofastateinthere,justmovinginandeverything,placeischaos,whatcanIgetyou?" Although the back of his mind had already decided that what she probably wanted was quite different from what he longing to give her. Mindy blinked some at him, a look of amusement flashing across her face as she tried to make out what all he just said but there was something inherently sexy about him being out of his element and that accent... good lord, it was doing things to her that all the hard riding in the world didn't quite manage to attain between her legs. She let her gaze glance over him again, lingering a moment on the bulge in his jeans before her gaze shifted upwards to his eyes, her laughter soft as she said, "Are you trying to say that you don't have any ice cold beer hidden any where in there?" before taking the invitation of his extended hand towards the door earlier and followed her curiosity into the interior of the ranch house, unbeknownst to him that she knew quite well, in fact... probably more than he did as she stepped across the threshold and entered the house. Sheepishly shrugging his shoulders apologetically, Rick let her know that he didn't drink and didn't entertain much, so didn't keep much in the way of alcohol around as if had just broken some Texan Hospitality law. 'You've been found guilty of gross negligence to your guests and are hereby sentenced to throw one mother of a house warming party' amused the parts of his mind that hadn't now shifted their attention from her chest to her ass. Denim had never been molded so well. As he watched her move towards the house, he arched his eyebrows a moment, wondering what she would conclude when she realized that aside from a mattress on the floor in the living room, he really hadn't given much thought to what he wanted in the house yet, as evidenced by the brand new and never used kitchen. Okay, so the room where he kept his computer setup was up and running, but somehow that was the last room he really wanted her to see. For him, what he really wanted her to see was fighting a battle against the denim of his shorts. Mindy stopped abruptly just inside the door causing him to almost run into her, only the outstretch of his hands that met her heart-shaped ass momentarily before he yanked them back with a grin that she caught as she glanced over her shoulder, her right hand caught her weight on the doorframe as she began to kick off her boots with the explanation "My momma trained me young never to walk into the house with my boots on... sorry for almost tripping ya" and then cast him a sultry wink before she moved further in. Slender hands moving to push long auburn tendrils back over her shoulders as she stopped in the middle of the living room and glanced around before adding with a short laugh, "I love what you did with the old Craig house... is this the style in England?" she added with a smile. Following her in slowly, pulled along by the magnetic pull of her perfectly shaped ass, Rick broke away from her long enough to move down the hall to the kitchen. Cracking open the fridge, plugged in, storing soda but otherwise empty, he called out "Did you decide what you wanted yet?" as he helped himself to one of the bottles of Sierra Mist. As he reveled in the cold air wafting out from the fridge, he realized that today it wasn't the temperature outside that was making him so damn hot, it was most definitely her. Not sure if she had heard him, he called out again "Did you decide what you wanted? And "old Craig house" makes it sound like there's a long history there. You'll have to tell me one night. " 'Open invitation to come over one evening. Let's hope she picked it up,' he mumbled to himself. Mindy chuckled some, seeing that the only piece of furniture that he apparently owned right now was the mattress and where she would have plopped down on its edge and unbuttoned the top button on her blouse as a little "welcome to Texas" invite, she knew her jeans were dusty beyond measure from the ride and figured he didn't want to sleep amid a coat of dust and hollered back "Whatever you're having is fine with me!" and leaned against one wall, her socked foot reflexively moving up against the wall as her leg bent. She figured he might be able to use some help around here and added, "I'll be sure and tell you about it some time. It looks like you could use some help around here... no offense" and hoped that it sounded the way she meant it. "What I plan on having is you," he remarked quietly to the fridge as he pulled another of the lemon-lime sodas from it. "Yeah, I'm not much of a homemaker type," he pushed the dialogue out, wanting to keep a steady stream of that running for now. "I think I could use all the help I can get. " Nudging the fridge door shut as he took a much needed swallow of the cold fizzy liquid, he looked around the desolate kitchen and realized that offering to cook her dinner was not going to happen tonight. "I don't know what made me settle here... saw the place and just knew this was the place for me... seemed right. " Okay, he chided himself, talking is one thing, rambling like an idiot is another. Making his way back to the lounge, or as they called it, the sitting room - didn't they call them parlors this far south or was he just thinking in incorrect stereotypes, he stopped as he turned into the room and just let himself fall slightly to the side, propped up against the door frame as he watched her long supple leg stretching out. "Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?" he quipped. Mindy glanced up as he entered the doorway and grinned, having never watched the famed movie with Dustin Hoffman herself but having seen enough blurbs about it enough to know what he was talking about and she rested her palms on the top of her thigh that was lifted upwards and pushed her head back against the wall some with a grin. For some unknown reason, she seemed determined to tease him, wondering if he would have the same image of them fucking against the wall if she stayed like this and quipped, "Nah, you'd know if I was trying to seduce you" and glanced to the beverage in his hand, realizing that all she really wanted to do was see if she could ride him as well as the horse tethered outside. Texans: Friendliest Folks Around Swinging the hand that held the unopened soda out towards her, Rick waited for her to grasp it and wrap her fingers around it, much the same way he was imagining her fingers wrapped around his hardened shaft as she guided it into her pussy. Realizing he was staring just a little too much for politeness at the wonders that were confined within her top, he directed his attention towards her eyes and concluded that was just another mistake. Flawless blue that he hadn't seen in eyes, only in the clear sky outside and the effect on him was enrapturing as he took another step closer, creating the barest of spaces between their bodies, propping one arm up against the wall; more out of need to lean than to show off the muscles in his upper arms and shoulders although that bonus wasn't unwelcome. "Well that's good to know. I guess my lack of Texan manners is probably the reason I'm not going to miss an overly subtle cue and just tell you right now how much I am dying to fuck you. " Mindy smiled, her fingers brushing his as she took the outstretched drink from him, azure gaze melded to his as he stood so close to her that she could feel the heat radiating from his body onto her skin. Her other hand moved up between them to lightly brush over the bulge in his jeans and up to the bared flesh of his belly as she figured this was just as good as any plate of cookies to welcome him to the neighborhood as she replied in a husky drawl, "I think I'm going to like having you as a neighbor much more than I did Old Man Craig" before she pushed away from the wall just enough to draw her face closer to his, her lips curving upwards into a smile before she added on a soft whisper, "Thanks for the drink. " Rick chuckled at the aloof air she wrapped around her like a smug security blanket before leaning back in towards her and, as his head tilted slightly to one side, he pressed his mouth down over hers, lips parting fluidly and easily as the kiss fluttered down upon her. Eyes half-closing, he nudged her mouth with his, brushing her lips with his tongue with complete abandonment of personal space decorum. "You're welcome" were the words that flowed from his mouth to hers as he broke the kiss and avoided letting her read on his face just how much the brush of her hand on his body had raised the stakes. It was then that he saw the flash of recognition behind her eyes that informed him she had just discovered his hand resting between her legs and against her crotch. Mindy smiled, their lips mere breaths apart as the fingers that were wrapped around the still unopened drink simply loosened until it fell to the floor and rolled out of the way as her foot slid down the wall and she stepped into him. Moist lips hinted with a touch of sweetness pressed to his again as her hands drew him closer, a part of her mind thinking he probably had never imagined the "Texas Welcome Wagon" being quite like this as her lips parted against his and her tongue slipped out to ease his apart. Her hands slid around his bared waist to move over his tight ass trapped in his jeans with a soft purr of delight that erupted into his mouth. Rick let the encirclement of her hands pull his groin up against hers so closely that she really COULD feel his arousal now as he tipped his head into the kiss, discarding his own soda bottle as his hands mirrored hers and hunted for the feel of denim clad ass. Pulling her sharply to him, he gulped down to catch his breath as those magnificent breasts crushed up against his chest and his breathing intensified. Each of his hands curled around the roll of her ass, molding his fingers to fit and cradle it perfectly as he took the aggressive position in their kiss, venting his heated breathing down into her mouth and leaving no small clue to how he was feeling right now. A hand slipped into one of the rear pockets of her jeans and he squeezed the flesh of her rear through the material, tightening the motion until it elicited a response from her. Mindy moaned deeply into the recesses of his mouth as her hand kneaded at his tight flesh and then moved up to run her hands along the curve of his spine before shoving her fingertips into the back of his jeans. Her tongue dove into his mouth... there was something so fucking sexy about him and more than anything she wanted to feel him against her with nothing but the sweat of their bodies between them and slid her hands back up his back as her eyes sought his, the lust shining blatantly in their blue depths. Pulling back from the kiss, Rick stared into her eyes, not breaking it out of a wish to break it, but rather just so he could share a thought with her. "I want you, I want you, right fucking now," he told her as his hands came free of her ass and moved around to the front of her jeans. His fast fingers made short work of her belt and buttons in a clear display of his seriousness and his hands met at her front, their palms pressed against it and then each hand circumnavigated her waist until her ass was truly within his grasp. Pushing the kiss back onto her mouth, he kept her held tight against him as his tongue not only sought out hers but wrestled it into submission. Feeling the breath of their lungs finally revealing the passion burning in both of them, he turned her away from the wall, without breaking a single piece of contact, and slowly began to guide her backwards towards the mattress that served as his bed. She made a sound from the depth of her throat that sounded something between a purr and a mew as he broke their kiss, his statement followed by her own breathless response, one single word that sealed her fate as she knew that tonight's little "howdy" session wasn't going to sate... she was going to want more of this English cowboy. "Yes," she purred before their mouths collided again in a desperate dance as she felt his fingers open the doorway of invitation and as he fumbled with her jeans, she returned the favor, wanting him nude faster than the beat of her heart, which was already thudding relentlessly in her breast. Hastily tugging her jeans as far down her legs as he could, Rick aided her hands in freeing him from his denim restraint. With them both leaning against each other in a pose that would have looked comical had someone walked through the wide open doorway right now, he placed his hands on the backs of her thighs and pulled her towards him, indicating that she was safe to fall back as he had hold of her. With them both moving towards the mattress slowly, her back made contact with it first and he rolled back up onto his knees, tugging at her jeans to leave her lower half bare as her panties came away with the jeans and then, being an English gentleman, he relieved her of the chore of removing his jeans. Kneeling between her parted legs, he looked down on this vision of Texan beauty and felt his chest swell with lust. Mindy couldn't help but laugh some, thinking the last time she had sex on a mattress on the floor had to have been in college and as he pulled away from her to remove his jeans, her hands moved upwards to unbutton her shirt, wiggling out of it and making quick haste of her bra. She wanted to feel him full length against her bared skin as she breathed out a low husky moan "I want to fuck you so much... and I plan on doing it again and again" and she smiled, stretching out amid a fan of red hair that seemed like a ring of fire around her form as she watched him. Placing one hand under the backs of each of her knees, Rick lifted them up so her feet rested flat on the mattress and her knees bent upwards, giving her a comfortable position as he took his first long lingering look at those bountiful breasts before moving his mouth down between her parted thighs, extending his tongue slowly and taking his first taste of her sweet cunt. Lapping his tongue up it slowly, he let the tip of his tongue rest on her clitoris while he peered up to her, gazing upon the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed before dusting over her clit several more times with his tongue. Her taste was in his mouth and in his mind now and whatever disaster was to rip the house from around them right now would simply have been dismissed with a post coital comment of 'Yeah, I really did feel it move. ' As he adjusted her into the position of his choice, Mindy couldn't help but smile, a soft rumble of sound emitting from her throat. But as he eased down between her thighs, her back arched the moment that his mouth made contact with her drooling slit and her fingers clenched into the rumpled sheets on the mattress... good god, this was nuts! All she meant to do was welcome him to the neighborhood and within fifteen minutes she wanted him to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. Drawing his stubbled chin against her bare cunt lips, Rick exhaled a slow warm breath across her slit before running his tongue up her again, feeling her getting wetter with each passing run so that when he pushed the middle two fingers of his right hand against her cunt, they simply slipped inside her without a single sensation of resistance or friction. Slowly starting to pump the fingers in and out of her, he returned his attention to her clit, resting his bristled cheek against her thigh for comfort before suddenly sucking hard down directly on her. Breathing out again, he didn't give her a chance to respond in any fashion before immediately sucking her button straight back between his lips again, only this time he held it there as the end of his tongue flicked over it in time with the fingers inside her. Crying out, Mindy began to writhe beneath the onslaught of his fingers and mouth between her thighs like there was no tomorrow and she felt herself drowning in the way that he played her body like a fine tuned instrument... every nerve, every fiber of her being hinged on the thrust of his fingers coupled with the thrilling passes of his tongue and when the roughness of his stubble raked over her flesh, her hands flew to the back of his head, holding him there as if in fear that he would pull away. Her hips began to buck up to his wondrous mouth, crying out in delight as he drove her closer to the edge. Rick reached up sightlessly with his left hand, running it over her stomach like a sidewinder moving through the desert until it encountered what it had sought - the full Texan breasts that had bounced into is mind when she first bounced down from her horse. Cupping the malleable flesh of her right breast under his palm, he rolled it and squashed it before pressing the fingers into it, then sliding them back to trap the nipple between the first and second fingers. A tweak there in time with a lick and thrust on her cunt, a breath; and then a repeat. Three sharp sensations striking down on her body at the same instant, each one designed to send a shot of sexual electricity through her nervous system. The tongue on her clit increased its pace as the hands slowed down, mixing and matching speeds and sensations in a random way designed to keep her aroused and yet off center. Mindy's fingers grasped at his head as her hips bucked up and the adding of his fingers on her nipples was too much as she cried out, her whole body tensing beneath him, legs trembling as her cunt muscles suddenly spasmmed. Thick, sweet honey suddenly spreading like wildfire across his tongue and fingers as her nails slid down the back of his head "Ohhhhhh yeah, just like that" she cried in that sexy drawl as long lashes fluttered closed over blue eyes that seemed to roll back into her head. Accepting that it was clear she enjoyed "just like that", Rick resolved to introduce her to the delights of "just like this. " Continuing to tug at her nipple, even twisting it very sharply once, he pulled the fingers from her cunt used them to take hold of her other nipple, each one now hardened between skillful fingers that pinched, nipped, tweaked, teased and rolled them with the same fluid pace that his tongue was working on her clitoris still. His own desire to be there reaffirmed and indeed increased by the light sweet taste of her juices overwhelming his mouth and mind. Lifting his head slowly, Rick looked up along the length of her body and knew then the sight of her naked wouldn't lose its magic for a very long time. Keeping hold of her nipples, more out of some sadistic satisfaction of holding some part of her tightly awakened and aroused, he drew his knees up and shifted position until he was in a Japanese kneel between her thighs, his lucky seven inches now resting lightly against the folds of her soaked slit. Mindy writhed beneath him, the intensity of her orgasm now coupled with the ministrations of his fingers on her highly sensitized nipples were causing uncontrollable spasms that jerked between her thighs again and again. Her fingers drifted down from the back of his head and across his shoulders; her nails scoring his back as she arched towards him some as he knelt between her thighs until her hands rested on his hips, trembling before him from her orgasm as she looked at this man that she suddenly found herself drowning in lust after. Easing himself slowly forward, Rick guided the head of his shaft between the outer folds of her sheath until with one rapid jolt forward, his body pressing back against the nails that ripped into his flesh and caused a guttural moan to rip from his mouth, buried his length inside her and he let it rest there long enough for its presence to register on her mind. It had already registered on her cunt; he could feel that spasmming and soaking him as he started to ride her, his hands leaving her breasts and curling around under her arms to cradle his body to hers. Wrapping her in his arms as she wrapped him in hers, he began to rock in time with her breathing, filling and penetrating her cunt in a rhythm that truly was as natural as breathing. The only seal missing between them was an oral one and he resolved that as his mouth fastened down hungrily on hers once more. Mindy's body seemed to mold to his perfectly as he entered her, as if he had been measured by a uniformed genteel man and then after carefully etching his dimensions in stone, created this angelic Texan creation to fit him like no other. Her hands urged him onwards, her nails rewarding him for his efforts, the heat of her breath expelled into his lungs as if she were giving him oxygen as their bodies moved in a perfect harmony, surging and melding as one and all thoughts fled except this one where she wanted to keep this up until there was nothing left but him. Gripping at her shoulders with all the strength he could was a reflection of the way in which Rick's body slammed repeatedly against hers, thrusting and hammering her fast-growing-sore cunt into submission. Breathing rapidly into their shared oxygen supply, he pressed his feet against the mattress and rolled his hips forward, the motion guiding hers into the same roll and as she hooked her ankles together at the small of his back to complete her hold on him, he slid just a fraction further down inside her. The new angle deepened the penetration to maximum and placed him as far inside her wetness as he could possibly be. For him, however, the snap thought through his mind was the squash of her chest against his, the way her breasts wrapped against his hair covered chest, and the feel of them moving between them in agreement with the way their bodies were slamming together in possible the rawest display of heated first time fucking the Lone Star State had ever seen. In fact, when history recorded this moment, it would go down as the time the Lone Star State became the Five Star State. As Mindy's legs wrapped around his waist, they hitched a bit higher so as his cock angled downwards and plunged even deeper into the shuddering folds of her cunt, it pulled forth a guttural scream of wanton lust that echoed into the recesses of his throat. Her hips thrust upwards as if she couldn't get enough and her nails scored his back as if she were trying to draw the revered stars and stripes of the American flag on the wide expanse of his back welcoming him to the friendly state of Texas. He wasn't sure of the topography of Texas all that well yet, but e knew jungle-fucking even when it happened in Texas. Capturing her explosive scream in his lungs, he locked his eyes on hers as he pursued the task of obliterating any control she had left over her cunt muscles. With each banging thrust, he made sure that she was able to feel it with as much passion, heat and intensity as it was delivered. His hands curled up behind her shoulders and moved their way into her hair now, grabbing and gripping it at in a random manner that matched the amount of conscious control he had right now - none. As his balls continued to bounce around against the cleft of her ass, his fingers knotted over and took control of her head, yanking at it from the roots to send the maximum effect down into her scalp, piling the physical sensations on top of her once more. When she felt his hand plunge into the thick mane of her hair, something within Mindy snapped like the string on an instrument that had been tuned too tightly as she exploded beneath him, bucking up against his body, her hips matching every stroke of his and the reverberating sound of their bodies slapping up against one another drifting out the open door and into the Texas sky that was beginning to darken and cluster with stars that burned as brightly as the need to explode that simmered within her. And just when she thought that she could hold on to that last bit of her resolve, the yank on her hair sent her spiraling out of control, his name ripped from her lips as her world shattered around her in a myriad of colors "Rick!!! Oh god, yessss" she screamed as her nails scored his back. The feel of her nails into his back and the cry of release in his ears sent his own pace racing and his own control plummeting. The spasms and waves that washed through her cunt milked his cock for all it was worth, as if begging and pleading with it to release as well. Still he continued to ride her unbroken wild stallion though, wanting her to have spent every ounce of her strength and able to do nothing but lie quivering beneath him before he gave into the ticking time bomb in his testes. Pulling away from her mouth, he quickly fastened it back down on her throat, sucking on it as if in a vampire feeding frenzy as her hair was used to pull her head even further back, opening her for his taking. Not for a moment during her orgasm did he relent on his assault of her inner walls, thrusting and fucking her for all he was worth, and then some on credit too, just to let her know that her orgasms had affected him too... had spurred him on to this new height of arousal and it surprised him as much as it did her when his mouth flew to her ear, his breathing raw and hungry and he exclaimed, "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" Mindy shuddered uncontrollably beneath him, trembling violently and jerking as his cock continued to ravage her spasmming walls that collapsed and milked him like there was no tomorrow. Her nails dug into his hips, scoring his back as she continued to buck up onto his cock, plunging him deeper with each frantic motion and as his mouth feasted on her neck, she could only gaze up at the ceiling with this wide-eyed wonder that rocketed through her like a bolt of electricity to her toes. His breath on her ear, announcing his impending release caused another tremor to race through her until she was shuddering around him once more "Yesss.... Do it!" she screamed, pulling him closer. Thrusting forward with a motion so sudden it would have startled every horse in a three mile radius had they been outside, he roared loudly as his climax began. Crashing against her pelvis with a force unmatched by anything this house had ever seen, he shot his first jet of semen into her like a bullet from a gun. The second and third thrust-spurt motions proving that he was a quick fire shot and he shuddered and shook against her breasts and body as that final wave overtook him and ripped every ounce of air from his lungs out through a powerful moaning-roar. Shaking with exertion and exhaustion, his body collapsed against hers as the last of his seed left him and traveled into her and he could do nothing now but lay there cradled against her body, clinging to her as if she were part of him. Texans: Friendliest Folks Around Mindy cried out in wonder as he exploded into her, feeling like she was getting far more out of this little "welcome to Texas" get together and cried out in wondrous rapture as her palms pulled him closer, shuddering so violently beneath him that it brought tears to her eyes. Choking back a sob of intensity, her eyes closed, lost in the non-stop small spasms that continued to quake through her beneath him and with a shuddering sigh, she felt her back relax and sink back into the softness of the mattress beneath their bodies entwined as one. Rick let the strength slip from his body; safe and content to lie there in her arms, not to move until... hell, just not to move - period. Drained and exhausted, all he could say to her was a succession of heated breaths that licked around her ear as lay cradled to her body. As if it was the only message he could send her, he released the hold on her hair, trading the finger tight grip for the gentle soothing motion of his hands brushing over her hair the same way one would do it soothe a child's tears. It was several long moments, and lord knows how many respective shudders, before he could voice the words that formed on the mist that remained of his ability to think clearly. "Okay... (pant)... I concede... (breath) Texans are the (pant pant) friendliest folks around!"