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Not Just Another Day

By: tomhardon



Just another day I thought, sitting on the side of the road in 90 degree heat, watching the traffic go by. I was hoping that all would remain quiet so the AC in the car would keep me comfortable. In being the middle of July, it was all you could do to stay cool and comfortable. I am a Cop, sitting on the side of the road doing radar is what I get paid for, normally I don't mind the monotony of the process or even the waiting for something to happen but this July day was a scorcher. I would not have left the comfort of the central air at home; however, the need for the almighty dollar controls all. 

After 9 years on the job, I can sense trouble coming before it arrives and the heat did not dull my instincts. A red convertible sports car was approaching from the east, not speeding a lot but enough to have a chat with the driver, 12 over, not even enough for a ticket. While I am not a big ticket writer, I was grumpy enough to want to give one if forced to get out of the vehicle on a day like today. As the car went by I thought it looked familiar as I pulled onto the road and clicked the button to light up the red and blues. 

The car seemed not to notice the presence of trouble until a blast of the siren caught their attention; I saw the driver was female and looking in her rearview mirror. The portion of the road we were on was devoid of a shoulder so she drove on, at a considerably lower speed, When a side road presented itself, she signaled and turned into it. She drove about 300 feet to a small turn in farmers used to access their fields and stopped. Other then the fact that I was in the middle of a traffic stop, I thought the setting was quite scenic, almost like a picnic spot with green grass on the shoulder and towering Oak trees on both sides with an abundance of foliage casting an pleasing shade. 

Even in the shade my exit from the cool interior was like walking into a bowl of soup. After an equipment adjustment, I walked up to the convertible thinking again of my preference to "go commando" was a wise one. On especially hot days, sitting in a car for 12 hours tended to make the confines of the loosest briefs unbearable and normally caused a bad case of prickly. As he came closer to the car I realized I did know it, and the driver, it was Sharon, my across the street neighbor. 

Sharon and her husband, Keith moved in to the neighborhood about 3 years previously and except for a few notably loud parties they had kept to themselves with the occasional well neighborly wave across the road. I realized early on though that this was a woman I would like to see naked! I chuckled as I got to the door and smiled down on her, thinking there are not too many women I would not like to see naked! 

The first time I saw Sharon was when they were moving their things in, she was certainly doing here share of the grunt work. As it was warm day, she was clad in what would become a fairly familiar outfit for her, shorts and a loose fitting button up blouse. What got my attention was her body, She was by no means a swimsuit model, her figure would best be described as Rubenesk. Curvy and buxom, and my imagination was occupied! I was ogling through the front window when my wife, Angela appeared and suggested a welcome to the neighborhood would be in order. In contrast, Angie is petite in stature and I would not have had it any other way. Her body had not changed much from school and with no kids it was not likely to do so. As much as I enjoy her body, as mentioned, I like them all, "a dog for the ladies", Angie often commented. 

So at her instance, we crossed the street and met the new couple at the curb. Introductions were made and hands shaken, welcomes offered and received. Then awkward small talk about occupations, good stores in the area ect. The close up of her was good; she was very well proportioned with breasts that fit her body and hips that balanced her breasts. There was an apparent sexuality about her but not overtly so. I even got a peak at her deep cleavage as she picked up a box. Had I been able to hold there for just a second longer, I am sure I would have been rewarded with a nipple sighting but that would have been obvious. 

While our friendly waves from time to time continued, that is where the relationship had pretty much stayed since. That is except for my occasional spying when she was in the front yard cutting the grass or such. It was those times that I realized that wearing a bra was not something she did often. The free swing of her breasts or their bounce while weeding was wonderful to watch. 

So there we where, on the side of the road, my imagination in full gear and her looking fantastic, her in the low seat of her mustang wearing her usual uniform of a shot skirt and loose fitting blouse. 

As comprehension dawned on Sharon, she smiled and I was about to let the whole matter drop with a polite "please slow down" when the scent of alcohol sent warning flags up. Caught in mid smile I said.

"Hello Sharon, have you drinking?" The smile fled from her face and she reddened replying 

"Well I only had a couple glasses of wine with lunch". 

Disappointed with the prospect of having to arrest and charge a neighbor, I sternly answered "That may just cause you some grief" 

I then asked her to get out of the car with her ID and proceed to the rear bumper with me. Her expression was one of surprise then moving quickly to anger. 

"Is that really necessary" she snapped, grabbing her purse and not waiting for a reply she threw the door open causing me to grab it so it would not hit my leg. Her exit was stopped mid way through, trapped with one leg out and one in the car. I calmly asked her to be careful and received an "if looks could kill" stare from her. 

Things were still calm and I found myself looking for potential weapons as my experience and training has taught me. Glancing over the scene to determine if there was any reason I should not let her out of the car, I noticed that the manner in which she had been stopped caused her short skirt to ride up over her knees and come to rest about mid thigh. I stepped back and allowed her to finish opening her door while positioning myself to get a quick look at her crotch, to ensure there were no weapons there, of course! 

I was rewarded with a near perfect view of her nearly shaved pussy, sans panties. Her outer lips wide, the inner lips separating, magnificent! I guiltily glanced up to her face and our eyes met, busted! She said nothing; she just smirked slightly, stood and walked back with deliberate sway to her hips. I was still standing by her door when she stopped between the cars and turned back. Her hands were clutching her purse in front of her body and she was turning ever so slightly side to side, I realized there that she was now playing me, I was hooked! 

I was also re-thinking the whole commando thing. I approached while trying to figure out how to hide a growing erection, remain professional and act as I must, a dilemma I had not found myself in on the job. I asked a few more routine questions to determine her level of intoxication. Her responses, from the professional view point at least pointed toward a minimal level of impairment. Her responses from my arousal point of view were intoxicating. 

She continued to demonstrate all of the body language one might expect a stripper to employ while applying for a job. The continuous swing of her upper body allowed her bralesness to show and I had difficulty keeping my eyes above her chin! The present style blouse did nothing to restrict movement and I could see her thick nipples hardening beneath. Her lips pouted and smirked at the same time and her eyes sparkled with mischief. 

Her voice was both sultry and coy at the same time, honeyed with the use of u"yessssss officer". She was trying to drive me nuts and I knew it. It's a good thing this babe is not too drunk, I thought I might be able to get away with not having to charge her. Having nowhere to hide, my erection being unrestricted, I had to stand there and hope that the dark blue of my pants hide the display of my lust. At that precise moment she looked down and saw my hard cock as clearly as if it was sticking out of my fly. After a brief stay on my member, her eyes met mine again and the very tip of her tongue parted her lips and traced them. I almost groaned aloud, my 8 inch length grew another inch right there. 

As best I could, I explained that I did not discern a high level of intoxication, however, I did have to be certain which would require me to use a roadside breathalyzer "you're going to make me blow" she asked in a knowingly innocent simper. Off balance I muttered something about waiting while I retreated to my car. While hiden, I tried to tuck my telltale hardon up and under my belt which worked until I started to walk back and it found it freedom again. I noticed immediately that another 2 buttons on her blouse were loose and I had a clear view of her deep cleavage. 

I barely got though explaining the procedure and presented the tube end of the roadside for her to blow into, she gently placed her lips around the end of the tube and ran all 3 inches of it into and out of her mouth twice before she stopped and the end and gave a good sample. It indicated she was not legally intoxicated but was in the warning range. 

Relief swept through me because regardless of how sexy or hot she was, if Sharon had failed I would have arrested her and taken her in for charges. I explained that she would be receiving a warning and would not be allowed to drive her car for 24 hours. She seemed OK with all this until I explained that she should call her husband to come and pick her up. The car would not be towed and she could get him to drive it back to their home. 

She dropped most of the sexy look and became serious while talking to Keith. "Keith can't get away" she said as she hung up the phone, she seemed pissed off. I told her I could call her a cab, then sexy came back to play... 

She smiled and asked if I could give her "a ride". 

Enough I decided, my erection back to full mast, replying, "police procedure dictates that all passengers be handcuffed and searched thoroughly before entering a police car" 

Waiting for sexy Sharon to run away and hide I was amazed when she simply blinked then smiled and asked if I wanted her to place her hands on the hood of my cruiser. No backing down now... I ordered her to put her purse on the hood and "adopt the position" She dutifully did so her hands shoulder width apart on the hood with her legs slightly spread her heals sinking in the loose dirt on the side of the road. 

Glancing up, I made sure our position could not ne observed from the road, I told he to move her feet back further back and when they were about 3 feet from the bumper and she was leaning well forward I told her to spread her legs," more more, more". 

Perfect, her feet we further apart then her shoulders and she was slightly off balance, vulnerable. 

I noticed that her skirt was now half way up her thighs accentuating her ass under the material, the shirt which was loose while she was standing was now taut by the position of her arms, and every detail of her breasts was evident including the hard nipples straining the fabric. Her breathing was getting heavier and she appeared to be quivering. 

I left her like that for several seconds while I admired the gentle curves of her body. The next step would show me how much further she would allow his charade to continue. With my handcuffs in hand, I reached around her body from behind, pressing my hard prick into her leg and snapped the first cuff onto her wrist, she gave a sharp intake of breath but said nothing. With one hand secured, I shifted to the centre of her body and ran my hand down her arm, grasping her other wrist, simultaneously I brought both hands behind her back lowering her upper torso to the hood of the cruiser. 

This was done with the ease of experience, although somewhat gentler than normal, except that and my hard on was nestled in between her ass cheeks. I held my pressure on her for a moment while I ensured the cuffs were not too tight, she gave an almost inaudible groan when I pushed away. 

Leaning forward, with my lips a fraction of an inch from her ear I said" I am going to search you now, do you have any objection"? 

No words, just a perceptible shake of her head. "Do you have anything of interest hidden on your person or contraband you think I should know about"? I received the same answer. 

"Good" I said, "let's start shall we". Leaning further down so by breath was against her neck I grasped her right ankle and started to slowly run my hand up the whole length of her leg, cupping the back and inner thigh while in inhaled her scent. MY hand travelled to the back of her thigh at the junction of her buttocks and worked around the hip to the outside and traveled back down on the opposite of the same leg. Her breathing increased and she closed her eyes. I switched hands and with my left hand I repeated the process up the front of her leg lightly brushing the puffy outer lips of her pussy. 

She groaned and shuttered at the touch, thrusting involuntarily. I gently ran my hand up the cleft of her hip and lower abdomen, it came to rest on her hip and held her dress suspended so I could easily see her shapely ass. I shifted my body to cross hers allowing my hips to press into her ass as I shuffled by. 

"Nothing there" I said removing my hand from her hip and allowing her dress to fall back. Repeating the process on the other side, I slid my hand up but instead of moving to the round of her ass, I let it come to rest against her pussy. 

I noted immediately that her juices were flowing; my touch caused some to dribble down the inside of her thigh and coat my fingers. I spread her juices up the crack of her ass tickling her anus on the way up. She squirmed at the contact and started to grind the air with her hips. 

"Well well, what is this" I asked holding my wet fingers in front of her face, "looks like you might have something of interest after all, and it seems to be wet".

She shuttered again as I pressed myself against her outer thigh. I moved behind her and using her elbow as a leverage point I twisted her upper body to the left while her lower body was pinioned against the hood. I eased off her hips which allowed her lower body to pivot slightly as well, allowing access. 

I ran my fingers under the collar of her shirt and traced the contours of the nape of her neck and her collar bone to the sternum. Her buttons provided no resistance because of the pressure of her breasts and the pull of her shoulders, as the remaining 4 buttons released, I slid my hand down to the skin beneath and caressed her stomach up her ribs to the underside of her breast. 

"And what do we have here" I said as I weighed her breast in my free hand. Her shirt slid open to expose the milky skin which was tipped by her erect nipple the diameter of a dime. As I squeezed her nipple she groaned throatily and started to rub her thighs together under my weight. 

"What's going on down there" I said as I moved my leg then reaching down I drew the hem of her skirt up. 

"What are you trying to hide now"? I asked as her pussy come into view. With her thighs clamed together by my hips, the puffy lips of her sex were pushed forward and soaking wet. Her clit was completely engorged and standing proudly in its hood. 

I gasped at this bountifully sight which brought another groan from her as she shuttered and in a trembling voice said "touch me". 

Not being one to disappoint I reached down and pinched her clit making her squeal in surprise. I then trapped her clit between my fingers and stroked her pussy up and down; her moan was quickly turning into a growl as I continued to manipulate her clit with my fingers. Her hips were thrusting to the point that I was barely able to contain her. I repositioned so her legs could open and I could support her weight with my thigh. 

I could smell her arousal and took the next step. I slipped 2 fingers into her and felt her muscles clench as I thrust them in and out of her. Bending my head I took one of her nipples in her mouth while using my thumb on her clit in rhythm with my fingers. 

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming" she shouted which changed into a scream and her whole body convulsed and spasmed. I slowed my pace and then withdrew altogether, allowing her to body to lean on the hood of the car where she laid, disheveled, her skirt hiked up, still cuffed. I massaged her ass while her breathing slowed. 

"Whew" she finely said, "that was intense". She started to say something else but stopped as she heard me unzip my fly.

Not Just Another Day at the Office



I was sitting at my desk the other day working on the questions I was going to ask my key witness. I had a big trial coming up involving a trucking company that was getting sued for backing out of a contract. The phone rang. "Hi Mattie!" came a sweet voice from the other side. It was Angela. She had worked as a receptionist at my law office until just a few months ago. I was sad to see her go, but the job was not what she wanted out of life.

Angela and I had become good friends while we worked together. We never saw each other outside of work, but had a great relationship in the office. She would often come into my office and talk about how much she hated her job and I would be her sounding board. I think this allowed Angela to trust me and open up a little. We could talk about most things.

I really enjoyed flirting with Angela. She would be outside my office filing, bending over to get into the bottom drawers and I would ask her, in a voice just loud enough only she could hear "move over a little so I can get a better view." Angela had always been slightly self-conscience about her petite little frame and would eat up the compliments I threw at her. It worked out great this way, I could say stuff to her that could get me fired, but she just took it all as a compliment and would blush that someone thought she has pretty and sexy.

She had the sexiest little ass I had ever seen, and I told her that on more than one occasion. With her small frame she had curves in all the rights places. Angela's arms and legs were toned and defined, giving her whole body a very sleek and sexy look. Her breasts were solid a-cups and would be great handfuls. I tried to look down her shirt every chance I got, especially when she wore one particular push-up bra. Her tits sat in them beautifully, cupped underneath. One time when I was helping her with a computer problem, I could almost see nipple as I stood behind her while she sat in her chair. 

I knew from the beginning that she was a little sex-pot. She never wore underwear, a fact that took me only about a week to discover as I was often staring at her ass. She always wore dress pants and a shirt, so when she would stoop down to file, her shirt would come up and I could see that she was not wearing underwear. I looked closely a few times before deciding for sure that she was definitely not wearing any. Eventually I began calling her "Commando" as a little inside joke.

"What's going on, Ang?" I replied.

"Just thought I would call and see how your day was going. I'm in my car, just took my cat to the vet, and was thinking about everybody in the office and how I miss the people there. It's too bad I just hated that job."

"Well, I'm glad you called. I have been meaning to call you to tell you about the new receptionist. Things sure are different around here without you. Plus, I don't get to look at your fine ass every day."

"Ha, you are too funny!" Angela always thinks everything is "too funny," that's just the way she is, a very happy and pleasant person. "Do you know that sometimes I would purposely let you get good views of my ass?"

"I knew it!" I exclaimed. "There were a few times I could swear you were almost shaking it at me. I wasn't sure weather it was on purpose or not. Well thank you for doing that, it made work a lot more pleasant."

"You always paid me the nicest compliments and they really made me feel good about myself."

"Yeah, and those compliments were sincere," I replied. You do have a great body, one that I wouldn't mind tapping if I had the chance."

"Oh really?" Angela was a little taken back by my boldness. Though we had often flirted we never actually said or implied going anywhere beyond that. "So tell me, what would you do if I showed up to the office right now?"

"Would you be wearing a skirt or pants?" I asked, playing along with the game. "I know you don't wear underwear, so wearing a skirt would mean you were looking for some action."

"Oh, I would be wearing a skirt alright." She laughed.

"Well, I would tell the receptionist that I had a lady coming in to talk with me about retaining our firm. And that she is a little embarrassed about the whole situation so I would have to meet with her in my office rather than the conference room where everybody can see in."

"Nice!" another one of Angela's common expressions.

"First, I would have to verify that you were not wearing underwear underneath your skirt. I'd have you sit down on my desk in front of me. With my hands lightly on your knees I would separate your legs, passing my knees between shins as I moved in closer. My hands would slowly move up your smooth legs to the hemline of your skirt where my fingers would push under your skirt. Looking up at you for reassurance, my hands would continue their slow journey under your skirt and up your legs."

"My thumbs on the inside of your thigh would make you draw in a deep breath in anticipation of what was coming. My hands would not stop their slow ascent up your legs until they rested on the very top of your thigh where your waist meets your legs. My thumbs would gently come to rest on the inner most part of your thigh. Not quite touching the outer lips of your pussy, they would be snuggled up in the fold where you legs end."

"My fingers would explore the softness of your skin, making you quiver as I gently caressed the sensitive skin on your lower stomach. Teasingly I would get closer and closer to your pussy, making you thrust your hips in the direction of my hands as your pussy moistened in anticipation."

I could hear Angela's breathing getting deeper on the other side of the phone. Encouraged, I continued on.

"Finally my right thumb would make its way through the jungle of hair and press down on the folds of skin covering your clit. My left thumb would then move into position to separate your wet pussy lips and gently rub the entrance to your cunt. With my right thumb still rubbing down into your clit, I would use the fingers on my left hand to spread you open even more. After rubbing the length of your pussy with my fingers to get them wet, I would plunge a single finger into your pussy."

Angela moaned into the phone.

"My thumb, wet with your juices, would encourage your clit from its hiding place. As I slip a second finger from my left hand into your hot pussy, the thumb on my right hand would continue circling your clit. The juices from your pussy would begin to run down my hand."

Angela's voice came through the phone. "I would be pretty wet. I'm getting pretty horny right now just listening to you talk about it!"

"I couldn't have your pussy juices get on my shirt, so I would have to lick the back of my hand, cleaning your sweet honey from it. My hunger would just be enticed by the taste and I would need much more than I could get by licking it off my hand."

"What would you do about it?" Angela asked. I could tell she was really getting into it.

"I would stand up and pull your skirt down your legs until you flicked it into the corner with your foot. You'd be sitting bare-assed on my desk with a wet pussy gleaming up at me. Of course you would have a smile on your face because you would notice the huge bulge in my pants. Playing with your pussy and tasting your sweet juices would get me pretty turned on."

"After adjusting my cock and giving your tits a little tweak, I would sit back down and place your feet on the arms of my chair. I would begin by kissing your knee and slowly work my way toward you pussy, nibbling on your inner thigh as I went. Once I got to the top of your leg. Close enough to smell the juices moistening your pussy, I would go out to the other knee and nibble my way down the other leg towards the warmth of your cunt."

"Once there I would take a long, slow journey with my tongue up the length of your juicy slit, starting near your ass and ending with a flip of your sensitive nub. My tongue would start circling around your clit while my hands crawled up your shirt until they met your bra. You would quickly un-hook your bra and I would flip the cups of the bra up over your tits exposing your nipples. Your nipples would immediately harden, being exposed to the air and the tugging of my fingers."

"While I sucked on your clit and played with your breasts, you would begin to move your hips like you were fucking my tongue. Soon your legs would tighten around my head as you uncontrollably flexed from the strength of your orgasm. I would pull my hand away from your breasts and take a few last slow licks of your pussy before letting you fully come down."

"I have to tell you," Angela breathed into the phone, "my pussy is so hot right now I think I am getting the seat in my car all wet."

"Well brace yourself," I responded, "because I am not finished with you yet." I took the notion that Angela had a wet pussy to mean that I was doing a good job in telling my story, so I continued.

"After you regained your composure, you would hop down off my desk and walk your cute little ass over to the bag you brought with you. Bending down to pick up your bag you wouldn't bend your knees, but would rather spread your legs apart a little, giving me a great shot of the pussy I just ate to orgasm. I would be able to see some of your juices running down your leg."

"You'd tell me that it was now my turn and that you had brought in some tissue just in case it was needed. You would kneel down in front of my chair and begin rubbing my hard cock through my pants. I would quickly undo my belt and you would pull my zipper down. Reaching into my underwear you would grab my pulsing dick and immediately throw your lips around it."

Through the phone I heard Angela take a deep breath. "I am going to have to park now and rub my pussy or something. This is too much."

"I would hold back your hair as you gently licked and sucked on my cock. It wouldn't be long before I would tell you that I was about to cum. You would take a good long lick the length of my shaft and circle the head of my dick with your tongue a few times. This would be enough to set me over the edge. You would stroke my cock to orgasm and point my load right into the tissue as we couldn't leave any kind of a mess in my office."

"After discarding the tissue you would seductively walk back over to me. You'd sit down on my lap facing me, pressing your still wet pussy against my tired dick. Our lips would naturally and slowly start towards each other. We would kiss, deeply, passionately. My tongue would push through your lips and touch the softness of your tongue."

"With a very sexy motion your hips would begin to gyrate as you rubbed your pussy against my dick. I would soon be hard again and you would be able to rub the firmness of my cock against your clit. My dick would slip between the lips of your pussy as you rubbed your wet cunt up and down against my hard cock. Wanting me inside you, you would reach down, grab my cock and point it upward so that you could slide your dripping pussy down on it."

"You would slowly lower yourself, taking the length of my cock into the depths of your wet cunt. You would rock your hips again, this time with your pussy stuffed full with my throbbing dick. Having just cum myself, I would be able to go on for quite a while before I had another orgasm. I would take the opportunity to lift your shirt off and finish removing your bra. We would be sitting in my chair, you completely naked and me fully clothed with only my dick exposed for brief periods as you would slide up and down my shaft."

"I would take your nipples into my mouth and begin flipping them with my tongue. Your bouncing would become more intense and you would throw your head back in the pleasure of riding my cock while I sucked on your tits."

"When your legs began to tire I would stand up, my cock lodged deep inside your pussy, and sit you on my desk where I could thrust my cock in and out. I would bring my dick all the way out of your cunt before gliding it back into the wet hotness surrounding it. One hand would be gently flipping your clit back and forth while the other played with your breasts."

"Each time I pulled my dick out of your pussy, a little bit of your juices would run down onto my desk. I would dip my finger in the pool of..."

KNOCK, KNOCK. The sound of someone knocking on my door snapped me back to my actual surroundings, sitting there in my office alone. "Sorry to bother you sir," said my receptionist. "But there is a woman here who would like to talk to you about becoming a client of ours. She is not on your calendar but I was hoping you had the time to see her. She is in the lobby filling out paper work."

"Okay, do you know what kind of case she has?" I asked, a little annoyed that my conversation had been interrupted. I had to stay seated as I was smart enough to not stand up to go investigate. During the conversation with Angela I had lowered my zipper and had been stroking my cock. Though my throbbing iron cock was quickly shying away like a scared puppy.

"She wouldn't put her stupid cell phone down long enough tell me. She was acting kind of weird, like she was embarrassed or something."

"Did you even get her name?"

"Angela."



Not Just Another Day at the Ranch



It was late spring in Texas. One of those days that only teased you of the coming fall...cool with a slight breeze.

"This is the kind of day meant for riding", Susie thought as she sat on the porch.

Nothing better to do while Dave was gone. He left yesterday and was going to the neighboring town to see a man about buying the parcel of land adjoining the west fenceline of their ranch. It was a 2-day ride if everything went well. A day or two in town and 2 days back. He would be gone nearly a week and she was missing him on her first morning alone. But, her problems were minute compared to the task ahead of Dave. Even if the man would be willing to sell it to him, there was still the Bank that he had to persuade that it would be a worthwhile venture. After all, it was just another piece of the same old dirt that they had been trying so hard to raise cattle on since they moved here. And the coming winter months did nothing to help the situation. Truth be known, it is probably the reason the neighboring rancher was being foreclosed on. He couldn't make enough to feed his herd through the dormant months. She slipped out of her nightshirt and put on her pants. They fit a little more loosely than they did when she had moved out here less than a year ago. Ranch life was hard work, even for a woman. She stood and looked in her dressing mirror. She admired her taut body for what it was. She no longer had the soft look of a city girl, but had not yet gotten the weathered look of the longtime rancher's wives. She scolded herself for her vainness and quickly finished getting dressed and headed out to the stable. She saddled her favorite horse, the black and white paint, Toby. She had loved this horse from the time she laid eyes on it and would have done anything to have it. He had been the perfect cowhorse and even someone to talk to while Dave was out with the cattle. She had ridden for a few hours and was taking a break at a stream in the lower pasture, letting Toby have a drink. She heard hoofsteps and was surprised to see a gentleman riding up the creek bank from the south. She quickly mounted her horse and pulled her rifle from the holster. She pointed it in his direction, but more towards the ground so as not to scare him but more to let him know she had it and was willing to use it if need be.

" Mornin', ma'am" the stranger said, ticking the brim of his hat. 

"Who are you and what business have you here?" Susie said firmly.

"Long... Mason Long, ma'am" he said. "Just making my way up to the stockyards in Ft. Worth. Meaning no harm as I go and if I'm trespassing I'm sorry. Hadn't see any fences for a while."

"Well, you are trespassing and just because there's no fence don't mean you can just roam all over our place" she snapped. "My husband's up on the hill there and probably will not be as nice as me when he finds you here."

She knew it was a lie but hoped he would not notice the rifle shaking in her hands and discover the truth.

"Might I have the pleasure of knowing just whose property I'm traipsing all over?" he asked with a wide smile.

"That's not important...what is important is that you leave here now...this minute." she barked at him. 

He politely asked if he could trouble her to fetch her husband, so as to rightfully apologize for the misunderstanding.

She stammered for words, "He's...he's on his way now! He should be here any minute!"

"Well, let's just ride up on ver the hill and meet him then."

"No!..I mean...that...ummm...he'll be right here..he's right up there!" and pointed up the hill.

"Well, if you don't shoot me first, I'll just ride up there and tell him myself. If you'll excuse me, ma'am", and with a tip of his hat and a gentle nudge to the mare, the stranger started up the hill. 

"Wait, I'll go with you." Susie said. "He knows I'm down here and it might startle him if you ride up from down here without me."

She reined in slightly behind him and to his left, keeping the rifle handy. As they topped the hill, there was no one to be seen for at least a mile. Mason stopped and looked back at her and smiled. 

"It seems that your husband has left you out here alone, ma'am. Now I suppose we're about to find out if you're really gonna shoot me or let me be on my way."

She lowered the rifle slightly and looked around uneasily. "I'm sorry. But you startled me and I didn't know what kind of low-life you might have been. You might have wanted to steal out cattle."

"Our cattle. So there really is a husband?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Yes," she replied very matter of factly,"but he's gone into town to settle a land deal. He'll be back in a few days."

He turned his horse to face hers and leaned over on his saddle horn, folding his arms and looking at her with an inquisitive grin.

"You mean he left you out here, alone, for at least 5 or 6 days? And now you're out away from the house where only God knows who or what kind of trouble you might run up on? That's not the smartest thing for a lady to do under these circumstances." 

She bumped Toby in the side and moved up beside him, bringing the gun nervously close to pointing directly at him again.

"I haven't been a lady since we left Atlanta nearly a year ago. I can take care of myself if the need arises," she said with a narrowed glare. "So don't even entertain the thought of being 'God knows what' and you might not have to worry about breathing out of your side." 

He looked at the end of the gun and back at her green eyes. He could see that she was nervous but serious. 

He said softly, "Ma'am, the furthest thing from my mind if bringing any kind of harm to anyone. And I would be a lot more comfortable if you would just point that thing down or away or just out it up altogether." 

She again lowered the rifle slightly. "I'm sorry if I make you nervous but you make me nervous. Put yourself in my place. How would you react to running up on a strange woman in the middle of nowhere if you were alone?"

He chuckled. "I believe I have ran up on a strange woman in the middle of nowhere. And she's pointing a rifle at me right now. How's that for nervous? Please, put it away." 

She slowly lowered the rifle and the reluctantly slid it back into the scabbard behind the saddle. "It's getting late", he said. "How far do have to go to get back home?"

"I don't know. I've been riding around for about 2 hours but I've been all over the place. I can make it back easily before noon. I'll be fine." 

He pushed his hat back on his head and looked up at the sun."Speaking of noontime, the two pieces of jerky and the biscuit I had for breakfast seemed to have missed my guts. I don't suppose you have anything around the house that needs doing that might earn a decent meal. It has been quite a long while since I've actually eaten a real meal. One not cooked over a fire in the middle of nowhere anyway".

She was slowly beginning to get the comforting feeling that he really meant her no harm. That he was in fact just a cowboy headed for work at the stockyards.

"I'll make you a deal," she said, "I'll feed you lunch if you will come back and clean out the barn, then if there's time, you can finish the wood that I started yesterday. You can sleep in the barn if you like. If not, then I'll pack you a cold supper and you can be on your way." 

He decided that he was not too good for menial labor and readily accepted the offer. They headed back towards the house as they chatted and she found herself actually enjoying his company by the time they topped the hill overlooking the house. She showed him to the barn and left him with a few instructions as she busied herself in the house making a quick meal. She invited him to sit on the big table under the post oak and join her for lunch. They talked more as they ate and as soon as he was through, he thanked her for a great meal and even better company and headed straight to the woodpile. She could hear the axe as it split the hickory and mesquite chunks. She looked out the window and watched him as he swung the axe with three times the force that she could muster on a good day. The wood seemed to just fall apart for him. She watched the muscles in his back and shoulders as he brought the head into the wood again and again. His arms were nice and toned and his stomach was rippled like none other she had ever seen. She made the excuse to go out and tell him that that was enough wood and that maybe he should go ahead and stack what was already split and get his bedroll ready in the barn. 

She had told him she would bring him out something to eat after he got settled in. As she was carrying his plate to him, she rounded the corner and saw him in the horse trough bathing. She stopped and stepped back, hoping he had not seen her. He was facing the other way so surely he had not. She couldn't help but to sneak a quick glimpse around the corner to "make sure she had seen what she had thought she had". He was there...and he was bathing. She felt a slight tingle in her tummy and in other places. She slipped into the nearest stall, being extra careful not to make any noise. She peeked between the boards and watched as he bathed. She couldn't help but notice again how muscular he was, at least the parts she could see. Then with a quick movement, he stood up! And she could see the rest of him...all of the rest of him! And muscular he was! She caught herself gazing at his manhood. "Staring" is a more appropriate word. It was without a doubt, the most well endowed man she had ever seen. Her expertise was somewhat limited in this field being as her husband was the only man she had ever seen other than her father once. Regardless, she was amazed at the size of it. It looked as big as the ears of corn in the crib! Dave's would not even measure to half of Mr. Long's. Mr. Long? It seemed very appropriate that he be named Long. As he was getting dressed, she eased back to the door of the stall and called his name.

"Mr. Long? Are you in here?" 

"I'm here." he said, as she turned the corner he was standing there in only his boots and pants. " Oh, forgive me for not calling out sooner. I didn't know you were getting undressed." she said shyly...trying to blush.

"I'm not undressing...I'm dressing...I took the liberty of cleaning up a bit...I hope you didn't mind." he said. 

"Oh no, not at all. I think highly of men who are concerned with their appearance. It's very...umm...well, I don't mind. Bathe as often as you wish...I mean, while you are...never mind." she mentally kicked herself for trying to make some stupid conversation about him bathing. "I brought you some supper...hope you enjoy it." she said, "I'll have breakfast ready just after first light, Mr. Long...if you don't mind waiting for it. I do enjoy the conversation since I have no one else to talk to but Toby, and he doesn't offer much." 

"I'm thankful for the invite and would be honored to join you for breakfast" Long said. "And call me, Mason, please." 

"Very well then, Mason. I will see you in the morning." she said and turned to walk out. "And by the way, you should call me Susie...or Susan" and continued out without waiting for him to respond. 

She lay in bed that night and tried to think of anything but what she had seen earlier. But her mind was fixated on Mr. Long...Mr. Mason Long...with a very long one indeed. As she thought about the size of him, she imagined what it must feel like to have a man that large. She found herself wanting to slip back to the barn hide in the stall and hope for another look. As she was thinking of him, her hands were slowly rubbing her body. Her eyes closed and imagining it to be him. She eased her hand into her nightshirt and found the spot that was yearning to be touched. As she stroked it more and more, her breathing became heavier and faster, and the sensation was building inside her to the point of bursting. When she climaxed, she could not help but let out a little cry of ecstasy. As the wave washed over her and then subsided, she felt ashamed of what she had done, what she had thought, and then she drifted off to sleep. 

Morning came with a loud knocking at the door. She had been sleeping so soundly, she had not awoke to make breakfast! As she jumped from the bed, another series of loud raps echoed through the house. She opened the door and found Mr. Long standing there, smiling. 

"Did I miss breakfast?" he asked jokingly.

"I'm so sorry. I must have been more tired than I thought. Please, come in. I'll get breakfast on right now." she said as she headed towards the kitchen. 

She put on some coffee and started gathering the ingredients to make biscuits. As she stirred about the kitchen, it dawned on her that she was still dressed in only a nightshirt. She turned to look at Mason and caught him looking at her backside. He looked up and caught her looking at him and just smiled sheepishly. She fixed two cups of coffee and placed one on the table in front of him. As she bent over to set it down, she caught him looking down the neck of her nightshirt. She was surprisingly excited by the glance he gave her afterwards. It was as if he knew she caught him looking and didn't mind it. She hated to admit that she leaned over just to show him her breasts, but it crossed her mind just before she did it. It was a moment before she stood back up, a long moment gazing in his eyes across the table. As she straightened, he said something that caused her to nearly drop the bowl she picked up to stir.

"I know you were there last night...in the barn" he said. 

She tried to control her reeling thoughts. "Ummm, of course I was there...I brought your supper out to you." she said shakily.

"You were in the stall nearest the stable...watching me bathe. Do you like sneaking around and spying on people?" he said.

"I wasn't spying...I mean I wasn't there...I..I...called to you as I came in." she said, turning away from him.

"Well, you have something in your barn with a big breathing problem. I could hear someone or something in that stall and it was breathing mighty hard for something that wasn't running or plowing or something. I just figured it was you. I'm not offended or anything. I've nothing to be ashamed of.," he said.

"No sir, you do not!" she thought.

"Excuse me?" Mason said. "What was that?"

She looked at him and said "What was what? I didn't hear anything."

"Didn't hear it? You said it. You had to hear it."

She realized that she was so used to thinking out loud all day every day while alone at home, she had just said that out loud!

"So you were there! It was you in the stall! I knew I wasn't imagining it." he said loudly, slapping the table. 

"I'm sorry...I feel terrible about it. I have regretted doing it all night" she lied.

"Well I find it hard to believe that you feel that terrible or regretted it as bad as you're making it sound but...no harm done." he said.

"Why do you say that? I do feel bad about it!" she said loudly. 

He stood up quickly, caught himself and replied softly, "You didn't once hesitate to invite me in this morning for breakfast. I was expecting to eat it in the barn like before. I was just checking on you when you were about two hours later than what I thought was called first light. I think you were surprised by what you saw and didn't know what to do. If it had embarrassed you too much, you would have came back here and waited until you thought I was finished and dressed. But you decided to wait and...see..the...whole...thing. Am I close to being right?" 

She dropped her head to her cooking. By her choosing not to speak at all, he gathered he was closer to being right than he thought. It had been a stab at the truth and it hit the mark. He walked over to her slowly and placed his hands on her shoulders, ever so lightly. He felt her take a deep, deep breath as he touched her and she held it for what seemed like forever. As she released the breath, he gently moved his hands over her shoulders, taking the nightshirt with them. He could feel her trembling as the shirt fell to the floor around her feet. 

"Should I stop?' he asked softly, almost touching her ear with his lips. 

She just stood stone still for a moment, then with the subtlest of motions, shook her head. She wanted this as badly as she had ever wanted anything. She gave no thoughts to the wrongness of it or the consequences for doing it. She only knew the desire in her hips and the excitement in her chest. He moved his hands slowly down her sides, enjoying the soft feel of femininity. He moved them around her stomach and back up to her breasts, which were now heaving with every excited breath she took. As he gently cupped and caressed each breast, he began kissing her neck. He had to catch her as she fell towards the floor. It was as if someone had knocked her senseless. Her knees went out from under her as if he had hit her with a maul. All with a gentle kiss. He lowered her to the floor and turned her to him. His lips went to hers and she responded immediately, with a newfound passion she had never known. As she became more excited, so did he and soon her hands were all over his head and neck, pulling him to her as she probed his mouth with her tongue like a snake looking for mice. Her hands moved to his waist, tugging at his shirt. He raised up to help with the task but she left him to take off the shirt as she fumbled with his belt and pants. She raised up and shoved him backward onto the floor and spun around to make short work of removing his boots and then his pants. Her firm round ass was nearly in his face now and before she could move, he grabbed her hips and dove his tongue into her. She shrieked loudly and tried to jump away but he held fast to her and she soon realized that this was something new to her that was very pleasing. She relaxed and lay her head down to give him a little more access to her already dripping pussy. It was then that she realized the true enormity of his dick. It was only inches from her face and it seemed as long as her head. It was stiff and throbbing with every beat of his heart. She touched it gently and felt the smoothness of it. As she caressed it up and down the length of it, he moaned gently into her, never taking his mouth from her bottom. He reached around with his hand and took it and moved it nearer her face. She had it with both hands and was gently stroking it. Again, he moved it closer to her face, this time touching her lips with it. As he did this, she noticed a little droplet coming form the head of it. As she moved her lips to it, she gently licked the droplet away. It tasted salty but at the same time sweet. She gently licked at the head of it in a way that reminded her of a cow licking a calf. Long, gentle licks up and down, back and forth. He placed his hand behind her head and pushed her mouth over the end of his dick. She was about to gag when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head off of it. Then back on it again. She caught on to what he was trying to show her and started bobbing up and down on the head of his dick as best she could. She could only get an inch or two in her mouth before it felt like her jaws would split wide open. She felt herself building to a fantastic finish when he just stopped what he was doing and held motionless for a second while she continued sucking and stroking his dick. She tried to grind her steaming pussy into his face but he held her off. As the wave subsided, he again started teasing her with his expert tongue, again building her to the point of no return, only to stop again just as she was ready to climax. She lifted her head and looked at him as angrily as she could at the moment. He grabbed her waist and spun her around and held her tight with his dick lying against his belly and between her legs. As she started grinding against the huge dick he kissed her passionately. She could taste her own juices on his face. It turned her on even more. Then she raised her hips, took the giant dick and guided it to her waiting, aching pussy. As she gently lowered herself over the tip of it, she had to stop and take a breath. It was much bigger there than it seemed in her hands. As she moved over it ever so slightly, in and out, a little deeper each time, she felt her climax coming. This time, she would not be denied. She moved on his stiff dick faster and faster, until she came like never before. She collapsed on his chest as she nearly blacked out from the pleasure. As she was catching her breath, he gently rolled her over on the floor beneath him. It was then she realized he was still very much hard and still inside her. As he began to slowly stroke her already wet pussy, he kept easing his cock deeper with each stroke. She could not believe the size of this man! It seemed to go in her up to her chest! As the tempo of his stroking increased, the depth of penetration did also. And so did her orgasms. It hit her suddenly as she screamed and shuddered uncontrollably. Wave after wave pulsed through her...starting deep in her pussy and flooding outward over her entire body.




Not Just Another Day at the Ranch



She heard him ask, "Do you want me to stop before I...inside you?" 

She didn't care what he done inside her as long as he didn't quit doing what he was doing. 

"No, she managed to pant "please don't stop. Please."

He took her for her word and as he felt his own orgasm building. He plunged deep inside her as she was rocked with another huge orgasm, and filled her with jet after jet of hot cum. She could feel his huge dick pulsing as he filled her with his hot flood. Then it was over. They lay entwined for a moment and she felt him softening in her and the semen cooling as it ran down her ass and onto the floor. She did not want to move. She had never been so fulfilled as she felt now. As he got up, she saw him smiling.

She said "What are you smiling at?"

"I was wondering if you enjoyed the show last night, and if it was what you thought it was? 

"It was more than I could have ever imagined." she said softly. "Are you ready for breakfast now?"

Mason pushed back from the table and said, "I do believe this has been the best morning I have had in quite a while. Hard to beat having a good woman for breakfast and good food for dessert." Susie grinned at him as she cleared the rest of the dishes away and watched him head out to the porch.

"Don't stray too far," she said. "I may find a need for you later."

He stopped at the door and shot her a quick sideways glance as he lit a smoke and then walked on out. As she headed to her room to get dressed, she noticed Dave's coat hanging on the door. She sat on the bed and held it for a moment. She began to feel terrible about what she had done. Dave had never been anything but the best husband a woman could ask for. And she loved him. But she had let lust blur her judgement and had done a terrible thing towards him. She heard a shuffle of boots and looked up to see Mason standing in the door. She hung her head. 

"Feeling bad about what happened?" He asked softly.

She nodded without looking up.

"Should I go? Is there anything I can do for you? I would hate to think I forced myself upon you. You don't feel that I did, do you?" 

She shook her head slowly. She knew it was wrong but all she could do was think about how good he made her feel earlier. Dave had never pleased her in such a way. As she thought more about it, she found herself becoming aroused again and wanting him even more than before. She held her hand out towards him and motioned for him to come nearer. As he walked over to the bed, she stood up and slipped the nightshirt over her shoulders, letting it fall in a heap at her feet. 

She lay back on the bed and said softly, "I want to feel you in me again. This time I want it to last." 

He walked over to the bed and began undressing, all the while looking her right in the eyes. The anticipation of seeing him naked again was enough to make her wet, let alone knowing what was to follow. He slid onto the bed and lay gently beside her and rolled her on top of him. 

"It will last as long as you would like it to." he whispered. 

She could feel the swelling against the inside of her thigh. She pressed hard into it, grinding her hips against his. He had a firm grip on her tight ass and pulled her harder into him. She started kissing him gently on his face and neck and slowly worked her way down his chest. She kissed and lightly bit his nipple and was amazed at how hard it got. She continued down his stomach and finally reached her destination. His cock looked even more massive than before, if that was even possible. She took it in her hands and stroked it up and down the entire length, using both hands to completely encircle its amazing girth. She gently kissed and licked the glistening tip. She took the swollen head in her mouth and ran her tongue around and around it. She moved one hand slowly up and down the shaft while softly sucking the giant purple mushroom-shaped head. She softly rolled his plum-sized balls in her other hand, bringing a deep moan of pleasure from him. That made her feel good, knowing that he was enjoying this. She increased the intensity of her sucking and the speed of the stoking and fondling. She took him deeper into her mouth as she sucked harder and faster. He was writhing underneath her now so she knew it was feeling good to him. She took him as deep as she could and felt herself starting to gag when he hit the back of her throat. But she swallowed almost instinctively and was surprised when the giant throbbing dick slipped into her throat. She held motionless, not sure what had happened or how to react to it. She tried easing down on him even farther, exploring this newfound sensation. Deeper into her throat it crept, deeper still, until she found herself with the entire thing in her mouth. She could smell the aroma of sex in the stiff curly hairs tickling her nose, no doubt a little leftover from their morning tryst.

"This is amazing," she thought to herself. 

She began bobbing up and down on his cock, all the while running her tongue from side to side along the underside of it. She brought it out to the point of almost falling out of her lips and took it back in again, all the way to his stomach again. She did this over and over as he was moaning and clutching her hair tightly with both hands.

"Oh, yes. Suck it! Suck it like that! Don't stop! Please God, whatever you do, don't stop!" he blurted out. 

He was starting to move her head faster and faster as she stroked, sucked, and swallowed his stiff cock. She could feel his nuts starting to draw tight into his stomach and his dick getting so hard it felt as though it would surely burst. And burst it did! He began to convulse violently as he pulled her head down against his stomach even deeper than before. She could feel the hot jets of cum as they squirted deep into her throat, one after another as he cried out in ecstasy. She could feel the monster cock jerking in her mouth. She slowly raised her head, cleaning the shaft as she went, causing it to spasm even more. She teased him by squeezing the shaft tightly just below the head and then sucking the head, causing him to jerk each time. She could taste his semen in her mouth. It was different than the few times she had done this with Dave. It was usually Dave doing the stroking while she just held the head in her mouth until he came. This was the first time she had ever actually brought a man to orgasm with her mouth. She felt like she had accomplished something special. She was still patting herself on the back when she suddenly felt him move underneath her, bringing her back to reality. He slid from under her and rolled her onto her back. He moved slowly down between her legs, dragging his tongue the entire length of her left thigh. He crossed over to her right thigh and started back up. When he reached her crotch, he gently parted her glistening lips with his tongue and, ever so slightly, flicked her clitoris. It caused her to flinch uncontrollably. He looked up at her and gave what appeared to be a sly grin and slowly began circling her rapidly swelling button. He raised her legs high in the air and spread them wide apart. She could feel the cool air rush across her steaming pussy. He began to run his tongue up and down the entire length of her gash, lightly probing her hole as he passed it. She grabbed the back of her knees and pulled them even tighter to her chest. He moved one hand to her breast and began kneading it gently, softly rolling her stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It seemed as though her whole body was charged with electricity as little jolts of pleasure shot through her. He slipped a finger inside her as he gingerly sucked and nibbled at her clit. This was about as good as any man had ever made her feel in bed. She did not think it could possibly get any better. He was about to prove her wrong. As he gave extra attention to her clit, he began to slowly move his finger in, out and all around inside her dripping pussy. She could feel her juices running over his fingers and onto the bed. Each time his finger would go deep into her pussy, his little finger would bump against her ass. Her wetness made it feel strangely pleasurable. She was not quite sure if he meant to do this but she found herself hoping he kept on doing it. His tongue became more aggressive on her clit and his fingers moved with more excitement. The pressure was building within her and it was only a matter of time before it erupted. With a smooth motion that removed all doubt of his intent, he slipped a second finger in her pussy as he slid his little finger into her ass. This was the proverbial straw for the camel. This sent her into a series of orgasms that caused her to buck like a 2-year-old mustang on a cool morning. She could no longer control her body. Her mind was reeling to the point of her nearly blacking out, but the light was blinding through her tightly clenched eyelids. She gave into the waves of pleasure that seemed to rush from her quivering pussy and ass as he double fucked her with his hand and lashed her clit with his tongue. As the flurry subsided, she realized he was now hovering over her on his hands and knees, his mighty cock poised just above her soaked mound, like a harpoon from a whaling ship. Before she knew it, he was inside her, filling her hot pussy with his rock hard man-meat. As he pushed deeper, she felt another wave coming. Just the size alone was enough stimulus to make her come again. When he had every inch of it inside her, he began grinding his pelvis against her sensitive clit. This was all it took to send her back into another mind-numbing orgasm. Before it had even passed, he began to pump his dick in and out like the push rods on a locomotive. The entire length would be drawn out and then plunged back deep into her, again and again. Faster and faster he pumped. Harder and harder with each stroke. She could hear herself screaming but it sounded almost like a dream.

"Surely, I will die from this much pleasure!" she thought.

Wave upon wave rushed from her loins outward through her body.

She heard him ask "Should I finish now or would you like it to last a little longer?"

She dug her nails into his back and screamed "Now! Finish it now! Come with me now!" 

And as another orgasm rocked her weakened body, she felt his body stiffen and then felt his hot load flood her boiling pussy. He continued to piston in and out as he grunted a long low sigh. His rhythm slowed to a stop as his cock pulsed and throbbed until it was fully drained. He relaxed on top of her heaving chest, his own breath coming in short labored bursts. He rolled off her and the cool breeze tickled the tiny hairs all over her sweat-soaked body. Her pussy was still quivering as their combined juices oozed down her ass. She had never before felt such satisfaction and was doubtful she ever would again. But that was another day's worry. She rolled over to lay her head on his chest and fell asleep, content with all that surrounded her. 

She awoke with a chill. It was dark in the house so she knew she had slept through the day. Amazing! She had never slept that long, even when she had been sick with the fever. She moved to the edge of the bed. The sheets were still damp and felt very cool against her naked bottom. 

"Mason?" she called. 

There was no answer. She found her way to the dressing table and lit a lantern. She made her way through the house and found no sign of him anywhere. She stepped onto the porch, the night air surprisingly comforting. She had not bothered to dress so she was torn between whether to go back and slip on some clothes or just rush to the barn, see if he was there and rush right back. 

"To hell with it!" she said and started across the yard at a brisk walk with the lantern held high. 

As she entered the main aisle in the barn, she called softly, "Mason?"

She heard a voice in the dark.

"My, my. I thought I had to be dreaming when I saw a naked angel glowing in the night. What are you doing out here?"

Knowing he was still here comforted her. "I thought you had left me. Why did you come back out here? Why not stay inside with me?" she questioned him without giving him time to respond. 

"I didn't feel right staying in there with you without asking your permission." He said. "You were sleeping so soundly, I hated to wake you to ask you. So I just came back out here to try and get some sleep."

She told him to quit being silly and to get his behind in the house with her. She went over and offered him a hand to help him sit up. Instead, he pulled her down to him and kissed her deeply on the mouth. She was so surprised, she nearly dropped the lantern.

"I believe I that is the first time I have really kissed you," he said. "I was kinda busy earlier and it sorta slipped my mind. Has anyone ever told you that you have very kiss-able lips?"

"No," she said. "I don't get many compliments like that. Dave is always out somewhere working on the farm and I'm usually here at the house, unless I'm out helping him. When we get home, we usually just clean up a little, eat supper and go to bed. If we do anything else, it's usually short and sweet. Sweet for him, at least, short for sure. But I stay because I love him, not for the pleasures of being with him. He's good to me in other ways."

He said, "I could be good to you in those same ways and in the other ways you want, and need. Women need to be satisfied in the bed too, you know. When they are not sexually satisfied, they will never be completely satisfied." He hugged her close and asked, "Have you ever been sexually satisfied?"

She elbowed him in the side without saying a word. She knew he had a point. She stood slowly, giving him a long look at her rear as she straightened up. He smacked her ass and stood up behind her, scooped her up and started walking towards the house. 

"May I sleep indoors tonight?" he said.

"You can come inside, but the sleeping may be a problem. I'm wide awake now," she said with a big wide smile.

They went in the house and had a glorious repeat of the day's activities before falling asleep in each other's arms. Morning came a little earlier than usual it seemed. As she rolled over, she noticed a little soreness between her legs.

"I can see now that I'm not used to this," she thought as she waddled to the chamber pot. 

She had already squatted over it and started to pee when she realized that Mason was awake and lying there watching her.

"Don't look at me!" she said. "It's not normal for a man to watch women use the bathroom."

"I find women are most beautiful when they are doing what is natural," he answered. 

"Don't start that sweet talk with me this morning. I couldn't go again if I wanted to. And I want to, believe me. I guess my insides must be bruised or something. Or just not used to taking such a pounding." 

She grinned at him as she stood and walked back to the bed. He opened the covers for her to get in and she couldn't help but notice that his dick was stiff and standing nearly straight out. 

"You better do something so that thing will lie down and behave himself," she said and lightly tapped it with her hand. "There's no way I can take it again. I can hardly walk now, for Pete's sake." 

As she snuggled her back against him she couldn't help but enjoy the feel of it poking her in her butt. She opened her legs, reached down and laid it on her thigh and closed her legs back tightly. 

"Now I'll know when you leave me," she said. 

There was at least 2 full inches of his dick sticking out in front of her when she looked down.

"So this is what I would like with a dick," she thought. 

She moved her hand down and softly caressed the big head on it, feeling it grow harder with each touch. She stroked it slow and deliberately until it was as hard as nails. She opened her legs slightly and scooted her butt tighter against him so she would have more to play with in front. She kept stroking it as he reached around and cupped her breast and started massaging it. 

She popped his hand and said, "Leave me alone. Can't you see I'm busy playing with my dick." 

He moved his hand and was content to let her stroke and jack him to a nice climax. She wiped his dick clean with her hand, licked her fingers and they both went back to sleep as he grew soft between her thighs. It almost seemed unnatural to feel it getting smaller, especially considering where it was positioned.

Susie slowly became aware that she was awake. The light coming in the window told her it was past noon. She realized immediately that she was alone in bed…again. The absence of her nightshirt and the cool wet spots on the bed were enough to make her realize that she had not been dreaming. The past few days were real. 

"Oh, shit!!!", she said…"the bed!!"

Dave was due in today at God knows what time and the bed was soiled with the juices from their morning romp. She sprang form the bed and snatched the linens as she went. Down the stairs and outside to the big iron washpot out back she ran. As she stuffed the sheets into the pot, she realized that she had forgotten to put her nightshirt back on. The air was not as cool now as before. She guessed it to be nearly 2 in the afternoon by the sun. As she turned towards the well for water, she noticed Mason's horse at the end of the barn, saddled and watering. She drew the water and poured it over the linens and started into the house for some clothes when she heard a whistle from behind her.

"You really shouldn't be running around like that outdoors," he yelled from the door of the barn. "What will the neighbors think if they see you?"

She thought to herself, "Hmmph! Neighbors indeed. The coyotes and crows are the only neighbors I ever hear from" and headed on into the house.

She gathered her nightgown and the rest of the laundry so as not to look odd just washing the sheets. She made one more trip outdoors and piled it all in the pot to soak. She went to the well once more and drew a pail of water for the house. When she got back to her room, she poured part of the water in her washbasin. Then she began to sponge off the sweat and stickiness from her earlier adventures. She hurriedly bathed and got dressed to begin her daily duties. She was over a half day behind and could not let Dave know why she decided to lie up like a drunk 'til after noon. She slipped her feet into her boots and headed for the barn. When she arrived at the barn, she found Mason finishing up the feeding. 

"Good Morning", he grinned. 

"Why didn't you wake me?" Susie asked. "I will never get all this done before Dave gets here." 

He looked around and waved his arm towards the barn, "What else needs doing?" 

She walked into the barn and looked around. All the horses were eating, the stalls were mucked out, and even her saddle was in its place and not on the hay bales where she had tossed it 2 days before.

"I knew you were gonna be rushed so I thought I might pitch in and pay for the wonderful meals I got while I was here", he grinned her way.

She shot him a playful glare. "Good Meals, huh? Sleeping arrangements not up to your liking?" she joked. 

"I better saddle up and get my horse in the road", he said. "I have a long ride ahead of me." 

He pushed past her towards the door. She grabbed him and forced her lips to his one last time. 

"Please…be careful and come back one day. If only to stop by and say hello." she whispered as she hugged him tightly. 

He straightened his hat, looked her up and down, then turned without a word and walked out of the barn. She stood still…almost shocked by his apparent lack of gratitude for invitation. He swung up onto his horse, turned him to face the barn door

"When I come back, I will do far more than just say hello…count on it." 

He spun his horse and spurred him into a trot then a slow lope out across the open pasture and disappeared over the hill. She stood there motionless, almost hoping he would come back over the rise to her but knowing it was probably the last time she would ever see him. 




Not Just Another Day at the Ranch



She busied herself with the laundry and was hanging it to dry when the rhythmic sound of hoofbeats caught her attention. She fought her way out of the blowing sheets to see Dave trotting up the lane to the house. She put the last few pins on the sheet to secure it and made her way to the porch. She waited until he was almost ready to dismount and she descended the steps to meet him. She hugged him tightly and kissed him with several small kisses all over his face and then one big one square on the mouth.

"I missed you so much," she said. "You have to tell me all about it. Did you see the man at the Bank? Did he go for your offer? Is the land ours? Oh, you must tell me now before I bust at the seams." 

Dave just grinned that same little grin that got her attention on the first day she laid eyes on him. "Miss Susie, your home is now 20 acres larger to the west," he said.

"Woohooo!!" she shouted and twirled around like a schoolgirl. "When can we go see it?". 

Dave was busying himself with his pack and his saddlebags and she took them from him and told him to take care of his horse while she done that. She kissed him again as she turned to go inside, almost skipping. Dave led his horse to the barn and began to unsaddle it. It had been a long week and he was ready to rest for a bit. He put everything in its place and headed into the house.

Susie was pouring water into the tub as he came through the back door. 

"I've got some on to heat. It will be just a few more minutes," she said as he walked by.

He sat on the wooden bench by the door and pulled off his boots and leaned against the wall. It felt mighty nice to be sitting on something that was not moving for a change. He was thinking of his bed upstairs and how nice it would feel compared to his bedroll that he had been sleeping on for almost a week. The hotel bed in town was far from comfortable on the one night he stayed indoors. Hardly worth the 2 bits it cost him for the night. Susie nudged him awake and it was only then that he realized that he had dozed off for a bit.

"The water's ready," she said softly. "Let's get you cleaned up and you can lie down upstairs. I know you have to be exhausted." 

He undressed and eased into the warm water. Susie could not help but look at him as he did. She noticed his dick and how small it appeared all of a sudden. Less than a week before, it was "normal" for her. Dave was the only man she had ever been with until then. Now it was different. She had had an eye-opening experience to say the least. She took the washcloth and soaped it up good and washed his back slowly and softly. 

"Mmmm…That's nice" he groaned. 

She washed his neck and shoulders and turned it over to him.

"I'll go make the bed," she said as she stood and walked upstairs.

As she tucked the clean sheets into place, her mind could not help but dwell on the past few days and how much she had experienced. She felt as though she had grown up a dozen years in just 4 days. Her sexuality was no longer one sided, but now myriad of newfound sensations, pleasures and even a few talents that she never knew she possessed. Her sex drive was no longer like that of a timid wife, but instead more of a curious or even confident adultress. How would she explain this to Dave if he noticed this and asked her why she was different? Would he be enough for her now that she has been exposed to such splendid heights of pleasure? Could she reach those heights with him and his "normal" equipment? She snapped back to reality as he came in and pulled his nightshirt from the hook behind the door. He slipped it over his head and flopped on the clean sheets. 

"Ahhhh…I've been waiting on this for a week. I have missed you and this house something terrible," he said in a low murmuring tone.

She sat on the edge of the bed and took his hand in hers.

"Get some rest." She whispered softly. "I'll finish everything and start supper. It will be ready for you in a few hours. Just sleep."

With that, she kissed his forehead and slipped out quietly, not knowing for certain that he had stayed awake long enough to even hear what she had said.



Not Just Another Day at Work



Felicia started another day at work. It was like any other day just like the many days before, nothing new and exciting. Felicia was feeling a bit down this particular day. Felicia is not unfortunate looking but she is not a super model. Felicia didn't realize that someone had been admiring her from afar for months. 

This someone was pretty much a stranger to Felicia for the most part, only an occasional hello from time to time when he would stop by the make a delivery. Felicia didn't really know him. All she knew was that his name was Kenneth and he did delivers. 

On this particular day, time crawled by. It seemed like 5:00 p.m. would never arrive. Just as Felicia was preparing her things to get ready to leave for the day, her boss entered the office and told her that a huge report needed to be prepared and completed by 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. His regular assistant was not in and he told Felicia that she would have to complete this. Felicia tried to explain that she already had plans, even though she did not, but the boss was adamant that she was to complete it and if she did not then she didn't need to bother coming in the next morning. 

Felicia sat down at her desk, feeling very frustrated as she watched all her co-workers leave for the evening. As everyone left the building, she neglected the lock the doors behind them. This one event will become a huge surprise to her later in the evening. 

After several hours of working, Felicia was becoming exhausted and more frustrated. What Felicia didn't realize was Kenneth happened to be walking by the office and noticed that Felicia was still there. He could see her through the lit windows in the dark street. Kenneth thought to himself "Now is my chance to make an impression on her. I want her so badly." 

Kenneth went down to the small liquor store on the corner for a bottle of wine. He courageously walked back to the office building. He beginning pondering if they doors were locked and how could he try to win her heart if he was not able to get in. Kenneth pulled on the office door and to his delight they were unlocked. Was this by chance or written in the stars? Kenneth quietly walked into the office building closing the door behind him. Felicia was hard at work and didn't realize that someone had entered the building. Kenneth feeling a bit nervous bumped into the copy machine, which startled Felicia. Felicia jumped up to see who was in the building. She jumped when she saw Kenneth standing there. 

Felicia stated "Oh hello Kenneth, you frightened me." "I didn't realize that I didn't lock the door. I'm working on a huge report that must be finished by morning. I'm about done with it now." "Is there something that I can do for you? I didn't know you made deliveries this late." 

Kenneth stated "I don't make deliveries this late. I saw you through the windows as I was going by and thought you deserved a break." He also said "I thought you might enjoy some wine." 

Felicia stated "Oh that would be very nice. I hope that no know finds out I was having some wine while I'm supposed to be working." 

Kenneth stated "I would never tell anyone." They decided to go into the conference room and have some wine. 

They didn't realize that after just a few hours of talking and laughing that they had finished the entire bottle. 

Kenneth felt he had enough courage in a bottle and told Felicia "Felicia, I have wanted to tell you something for a longtime. I really find you attractive and I have wanted to ask you to go out sometime but have never been brave enough." 

Felicia was shocked. She never in her wildest dreams thought that Kenneth saw her that way. She thought he was so attractive and she could never get a man like him. 

Felicia stated "Kenneth, I'm really flattered but I didn't think a guy like you would think I'm very attractive." 

Kenneth stated "You are beautiful! I have wanted to be more than friends for a very long time. I have deep feelings for you and have for a long time." 

Kenneth leaned over to kiss Felicia. They kissed passionately. Their fire ignited immediately. They both wanted each other more than anyone has ever wanted anyone in their lives. 

Kenneth reaches down to look deep into Felicia's eyes before beginning to unbutton her blouse. 

Felicia looked back at Kenneth and said "Kenneth, please fuck me." Kenneth kisses Felicia deeply and slowly unbuttons each button slowly. 

Felicia reaches up to raise up Kenneth's shirt. She removes his shirt and throws it across the room. They look deeply into each others eyes again with a look of hot desire.  

Felicia begins kissing his chest. Kenneth removes her blouse and throws it across the room. Kenneth takes her by the hand and stands her up. He turns her around and reaches underneath her skirt to remove her panties only to discover she was not wearing any. He reaches his hand up to begin rubbing her clit. She spread her legs and placed her hands against the wall. He sits down between her legs to start licking her clit. 

She moans loudly with pleasure. His tongue goes deep into her pussy. 

"You taste so damn good!" Kenneth exclaims. Felicia begins moving her hips and reaches down and grabs his head shoving it into her cunt.  Felicia screams "Kenneth fuck me!" 

Kenneth stood up removes the rest of his clothes and pushes Felicia's back up against the wall. He picks her up, wraps her legs around his waist and shoves his cock deep inside Felicia's wet cunt. 

Kenneth fucks Felicia hard. "Felicia, your pussy feels so damn good, I'm going to fuck you so good. I'm going to make you cum harder than you have ever cum in your live!" Kenneth said. 

Felicia grinded her cunt hard moaning louder and louder each time. Felicia could begin to feel the sensation of her cum starting to build. She could feel it starting in her toes and moving up her legs to her inner thighs. 

Felicia grabbed Kenneth's shoulders hard and threw her head back and yelled "Kenneth, fuck me hard, I'm cumming!" "Fuck me Kenneth, don't stop!" 

Felicia's cum exploded all over Kenneth's big, hard cock. Felicia's cum was so warm but Kenneth could tell she wasn't done yet. Kenneth gently let her legs down to the floor. 

Felicia stated "I want to taste my cum on your cock." Felicia started sucking his dick so hard and good. She took all of his hard cock in her mouth, not missing a drop of her sweet cum. 

"How do you taste baby?" Kenneth asked 

"I taste delicious!" she says. She licks and sucks his balls. She twirls her tongue all over his balls while stroking his big hard dick. Felicia would look up into Kenneth's eyes while he watched her give him head. 

"You give the best head I have ever had Felicia!" Kenneth moaned. 

Felicia looks up at him and states "I want to ride your cock Kenneth! I want to ride you now! Let me fuck you on top of the conference table!"

Kenneth and Felicia move to the conference table. Kenneth pushes his way back on the table as Felicia crawls onto the table and climbs on top of him. She straddles him and slides her very wet pussy over his hard shaft. He reaches up and slightly pinches her hard nipples. Felicia grinds her cunt on his cock hard. 

Felicia said "Kenneth, does my pussy feel good? Do you want to cum hard inside me?" 

Kenneth moaned loudly "Hell yes your cunt feels good! Yes I want to cum inside your fucking pussy! I am going to fill you up!" "Fuck me baby! Fuck me good! Make my hard dick cum!" 

Felicia rides his cock hard and deep, faster with each stroke of her cunt. Kenneth begins sucking her hard nipples and tits. Felicia is fucking him faster. He grabs her hips pushing her down harder on his cock. You hear their moans throughout the entire office.

Felicia screams loudly "Oh fuck this cunt baby, make me cum again! Oh Kenneth, YES!" 

Kenneth moans loud "That's right baby, grind that pussy on my cock. Cum baby, cum all over me!" Felicia rides him hard and fast.   She yells out "Kenneth, I'm going to cum now!" 

Kenneth yells loudly also "I'm cumming baby! I'm going to fill that pussy with my hot cum!" 

Felicia and Kenneth cum together at the same instant! They both feel each others hot cum. 

Felicia looked into Kenneth's eyes and said "Thank you for fucking me Kenneth, I came so hard." 

Kenneth said "I've wanted to fuck you for so long, your pussy tastes so sweet and your cunt felt so good." 

They both agree this would not be the last time they would see each other.