0 comments/ 44650 views/ 0 favorites Then Came The Calf By: Shane Grey Then Came The Calf She broke off a big flake and tossed it down into the waiting manger. Jumping down from the neatly stacked bales of hay she walked smartly over to a waiting 55 gallon drum and scooped up a big scoop of rolled oats. But as she began to lay the oats out in a long smooth arc her gaze was stolen by the sight of the sunlight tumbling off the Northern slopes of the Bali Hi mountain. At least that is what the tourists called it. Her breath was taken for a moment, and she crossed her arms and leaned against the top rail of the waiting manger. Her perloined eyes were drawn as if by magnets to the light as it bounced across the mountain. The peaceful rays of the morning sun – their golden warmth made richer by the ever-present dust and vapor that drifted up from an ancient volcanic vent that slumbered on the far horizon. The lazy sunrays fired the little peaks and drove the morning shadows deep into the valleys, making their presence even more pronounced. And as she leaned forward and let her chin cradle on her arms her heart was filled with a familiar feeling. A strange homogony of peace and sadness. Of deep belonging, laced with strains of deepest longing. She squeeged the little beads of sweat from her forehead with her finger. The air was warm and full of morning. It was summer in Tahiti. Tourists thought it was always summer. And, of course, in some ways it always was. But those who lived there – those who were part of the island and not merely gadfly interlopers – knew that even Tahiti had its seasons. Especially at this elevation. It had been raining for at least a week and her heart rose up to meet the morning sunshine. It was times like these when she felt most at home. Most a part of the magical land that surrounded and occasionally enveloped her. She had not been born here. That was for sure. Her mind knew that she had spent the first years of her life in a land that was far away. So very far away and so very different. No, in her mind she was no native. But in her heart she was. And she had been for many years. Enough years that feel a part of them. To feel that they were part of her. And she chuckled a quick confirming chuckle, as she noted in her own defense that almost nothing was really native to the islands. Almost everything "Tahitian" had come there from the outside, at sometime in the past. That peace, the peace that knows no time – no beginning and no ending – was falling gently all around her. Like fine flour shifted through some giant cosmic sifter, falling gently to earth and filling her with a golden sense of warmth and satisfaction. Yes, it was at times like these that she felt most at home. It was times like these when she felt most at peace. But it was also at times like these when she felt the stirs of longing. The pangs of yearning, being freshly wrought and tossed up by some firey furnace that rumbled deep within her soul. At the very roots of her existence. It cast the feelings that she could not escape. In peaceful moments she often felt them most strongly. It was times like these when she thought once more of him. The man who had ruled the corners of her heart for what seemed now to be forever. It was a longing she did not summon. An ache she could not control. Even now as she thought of him her heart was filled with a strange desire. Welling up inside her. Begging for release. For recognition. For admission. … Or at least for consideration. She was at once frustrated and angry with herself for allowing his memory to once more worm its way into her existence. To claim yet another tiny fragment of her soul. There were times she wished she had never met him. There were times she wondered what it would have been like - really like - if his answer had been different. If he had turned at her invitation and said, "tonight, in the tack room" would she really have gone? And when she saw him there, a prize waiting to be taken, would her trembling legs have stood their ground. Would she have walked up to him in bold determination, and given her body to him without reservation, while claiming his for her. As her thoughts drifted back in time she could feel her imagination giving in to the wave of overwhelming desire. Even now her heart beat faster as her mind reached quickly, fetching bricks and blending mortar, building once again a now-familiar scene. Even now her breath came quickly as she felt his rough lips pressing firmly down on hers, and felt his hands as they kneaded her firm breasts through the rough demin of her shirt. Once again she wondered what kind of lover he would really have been. But deep inside she supposed she knew. He had always been selfish. Always been a taker. And she wondered once again, for the ten thousanth time, why it was she wanted him at all. But her cheeks grew warm and pink as her heart confirmed the truth. Maybe she found the taking to be exciting. Who knows? Surely she didn't. But she knew for sure that this was not a notion that was subject to understanding. This thing, this desire, had a life beyond all understanding, beyond the realm of reason. It came from the animal that was deep within her. An animal that filled with heat and passion. Building up like lava … wanting, waiting, needing to erupt. Her mind threw bricks yet faster and the scene began unfolding, as it always did. She was at the door of the tack room. She felt the weight of its resistance as she slowly shoved it open. She listen as it squeeked in mild rebellion in response to her tentative movements. The light was dim. It always was. She looked across the room and found him standing there. He stood with his back against the wall. One leg cocked up with his foot pushing back flat against the wall. A long straw hung lazily from the corner of his mouth. He did not speak when she entered. Just looked at her. Inspecting. Expecting. Her cheeks warmed as she felt her eyes easing down his frame. Her heart beat quickened. Flood waters rushing in to fill it, like the bore wave from a shattered dam. A strange unearthly cocktail of desire, guilt, and trebidation. But most of all was the desire. It rode like oil on the surface of the thick dark waters. And it was this desire that most fully filled her heart. Her gaze searched out his eyes, as it always did. He seemed even more exciting as the rays of sun that snuck through the cracks in the planks of the wall slanted across his face. That face. She had seen it a thousand times. Part in light and part in shadow. Shadows that filled it with even more mystery. And she felt her blood grow hotter as she moved toward him. Her gaze drifting down his shirt. Mentally stroking his chest. Her fingers feeling his naked skin as they slipped beneath his shirt. She could feel the little wetness once more forming as her gaze settled there between his legs. Her mind was once again captured by the recurring vision of the past. So captured that she didn't even notice as her own fingers slipped inside her panties. And drifted down and parted her own lips. In her mind she felt his fingers. As he grabbed her body and drew it to his. She could feel the roughness of his hands as he slipped them inside her levis and shoved them to the ground. It was his fingers that slipped down deep inside her. Her fingers stoked his hungry penis, as his mouth was sucking like a vaccume on her breasts. Her real fingers plunged deeper as the passion of the vision deepened. In and out faster and faster as her heartbeat was building. She thrust her hips up to meet her own fingers as in her vision they were finally moving toward the end. She felt herself falling backward to the floor, cushioned by the receiving straw. She felt his hands twisting her body. Her face was in the straw. She could feel the earth within it as she felt his body taking hers. She could feel his stomach as it slid like a snake up and over her buttocks. She could feel his strong hands as they slide beneath her, scooping up her breasts. His mouth was at the back of her neck. Sucking greedily on her skin. His hands stretched her breasts, back and forth as they were pressed down by the weight of her own body. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as her blood coursed like fire through her veins. She could feel his hard thick member as stabbed her in the cheeks. She wanted it. She wanted to feel it, sliding down inside her. Her heart surges as her feels him roll her onto her back. She began to moan as each movement of his hands sent waves of pleasure through her body. His fingers twisted wildly on her nipples as her stretched her breasts out tight. She could smell his closeness as he moved his lips up to her ears. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he demanded. "Yes" came slowly and without conviction. Once again he demanded confirmation, only this time his hands pulled on her tits as his hard throbbing cock dug across the inside of her thigh. Her muscle seized and her leg trembled in response. "Yes" came more surely this time. Followed by a long slow moan as he dragged the head of his cock slowly across her waiting box. At last his knees move up to her inner thighs, and he says "beg me" as he shoves her legs apart and lets just the tip of his throbbing dick slip along the inside her pussy lips. She has long ago abandoned all reservation. Her whole body throbs with desire and she screams out over and over. "Yes. I want it. I beg you. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." She is screaming in wild abandon and moaning as if in deepest pain when she feels his knees driving her legs out further. And she drives her swollen cunt up to meet him as he stabs her with his hungry cock. She can feel his hard cock ramming in and out like a machine gun. She is crying out and her heart is pounding. His cock drives and twists inside her as his fingers stretch and pull her tits. . She has never felt anything like this before. It is building so quickly. So deep within her. So full. She arches her back and cries out from deep within her throat as she feels it coming. She drives up to him and twists her cunt walls against his cock and slides the walls back and forth on his shaft as she feels it building even stronger. She can hear his deep throated moan as she feels his weight drive her to the floor and his cock driving to the very bottom of her soul. The pleasure begins to spread through out her body as she feels the first blast of cum driving from his cock. He holds her breasts stretched tight and his cock is stretching out her clit. His cock throbs so deeply with each wave of cum that she can actually feel it pressing, rolling along the shaft of her clit. And with each wave of cum she can feel the pleasure spreading out inside her. And then in one last moment it explodes throughout her body, and she collapes in the straw. Back in the present, she feels embaressed as she realizes that it has happened one more time. Her heart is racing and her body is covered with sweat. Worse than that, the morning feed is far from done. And once more her mind reverts to wondering. Asking the same unasked questions it has proffered a million times. What would it have been like if he had said yes? She wonders if she will ever forget him. But most of all she wonders why he left her. Why he didn't want her. All those questions without answers. But chief among them may be "Why?" Why didn't he want me? Why wasn't I good enough? If I had done something different would he still be here? And what would that be? And once again the desire in her heart is laced with shades of anger. And she thinks again about how much her hurt her. And she wishes once again that he had taken his memory with him when he thought to leave. And she turns again to the task at hand. He life once again returning to life and earth. Her heart settling in its well worn groove. And now she thinks once more about how much he hurt her. How he made her feel so stupid. So worthless. So used. And this time her blood grows hotter for another reason. And she forks the hay a little faster, as she wonders if he enjoyed it. If he chuckles when he thinks of how he made her feel pathetic. If he tells the boys about it. And her blood grows even hotter. But in the next moment her reverie is broken by the sound of the phone that hung on the barn's south wall. She managed a pleasant tone as she answered. As people always seem to do. Her heart seized for just a moment as she heard the voice emerging. "Hey, Buttercup, is that you," the man's voice was saying. For just a moment she stood speechless, her gaze fixed on the receiver in her hand. "Richard, is that you?" "It's me." "Are you calling from Austrailia?" "No. I'm at the airport in Popiati." She felt one more shock wave vibrate through her heart. "Why did you come back here, Richard?" "My plane was forced to land here and the way to LA. I am going to be here for at least four hours." "Why are you calling me?" "Oh come on, Buttercup, you know what I want. I've decided to take you up on your offer." "You have GOT to be kidding. Do you have any idea how you made me feel?" "You want me and you know it." "I believe you told me NO Richard. I believe you THREW ME AWAY like yesterday's bread. And now you drift in for a few hours and you've decided to change your mind???? What brought you to this amazing revelation Richard?" "Well, I was on my way through Honolulu, and I got to thinking about you. And I said to myself, "You know. She wasn't that bad. I should have fucked that little cunt when I had the chance. I know I said no before. You know you ain't no Pam Anderson. I mean, lets face it, you won't be goin' in for now boob reduction surgery." The sound of his laugh rang with bitter echoes through her body. "But, hell, I figured it feels good to cum with anybody don't it? Ain't that right? Come on. You'll like it too. I promise." She stood speechless for a moment as she stared at the receiver in her hand. Then she finally found her voice. "Richard, I can't believe that you would call me. I can't believe you would say this. What is it that you really want?" "Look you little cunt. What I want is for you to come through with what you promised. Don't be shining me on. You beg me for it, and now you want to pretend that you never did. What I want is to feel my dick being sucked like a vacuum cleaner. Emotions erupted inside her, and she was about to explode in response. But then she thought back on all the memories. And the hint of a smile crossed her lips. She composed her voice and responded, "You got it Richard. You remember the old abandoned corrals up near Hupaiu Falls?" "Sure I do. Why?" "Be there at 3:00" She could here the sound of his satisfied chuckle as he voiced his approval. Then she cradled the phone and leaned her body against the wall. Breathing for just a moment. An hour later her friend Betty arrived. A quick conversation ensued and she asked Betty to avoid so many questions. " Just do this for me," she asked as her Dodge Ram pulled from the driveway, a new horse trailer in tow. One more hour later she returned. Betty cast a suspicious glance at the cow and calf that occupied the two-horse trailer. "You don't own any cows," Betty noted. "I borrowed them." "Why?" "They were sure hard to get in the trailer." "What ARE you doing?" The question lay unanswered as she drove out through the gate. It took her much longer than she had imagined toreach the corral. The roads were rougher than she had remembered. They rarely received any use and erosion was on the verge of reclaiming them for the island. It was almost 2:30 by the time she arrived. She moved quickly to deposit the cow and calf in one of the several corrals. Then she sat down beside the cow and slowly began to milk her. Fresh warm milk flowed into the steel bucket. The young calf walked in circles behind her, his frustration clearly growing. She let the calf move to the cow as she moved aside to make final preparations. Richard would be here any minute. The calf moved in and began sucking hungrily at the cow. As she put two small ropes in her back pocket she heard the sound of the calf butting his mother's bag with his head. His hunger was intense and for some reason it wasn't being satisfied. The demanding little calf butted her even harder. She watched the road and a tiny trail of dust announced his near arrival. He was right on time. As he stepped from the truck he moved quickly toward her. His impatience was present in his step. "Hello Richard," she said as she watched his body as he approached. Even now she could feel the fingers of passion welling up inside her. The much-felt memory begin to expand within her brain. Even now she could feel her body reaching out to him. "We gotta hurry baby. It was slow getting out here and I'm late. I only got about 30 minutes." She moved forward to meet him. Her body in part driven by the old uncontrollable desire. When she felt his body touch hers she could feel her heartbeat quicken, regardless of the circumstances. She reached her lips up to his and began to kiss him gently on the lips. And she felt the rugged sweetness that she always had imagined. But Richard grabbed her and yanked her body to his. His hands were at her hips and he struggled to undo her belt. She resisted slightly and he stepped back and looked at her, as contempt filled his eyes. "Look you little bitch. I ain't got time for this. " And his hands found her shoulders and they pushed her toward the ground. She was strong and she resisted his action. And her voice rose quickly. "No. Not like this. Over there." And she pointed to a tall post that held one of the gates that led to the corral. "What are you talking about?" "Trust me." In a few moments he was standing with his back to the tall pole. Then she placed his hands behind his back and around the pole behind him. At first he resisted. Then she reached one hand inside his pants and her fingers lightly stroked his penis. He moaned for a moment. She said, "like a vacuum" as her eyes glinted and her fingers stoked up and down his shaft. His eyes still held some suspicion as she place the loop around his wrist. Soon his hands were tied together behind the pole. She dropped to her knees in front of him and slipped his pants down below his knees. His penis sprang free and she gazed at it for a moment, thinking about how often she had seen it in her dreams. She inched forward on her knees until her mouth was waiting at the tip. At first she began to stoke its length. Then she held it in one hand as she slipped its length into her mouth. Richard moaned again as her tongue worked its way around the head. She could feel his muscles tighten as her mouth moved down the shaft. In a moment she was moving it in and out. Sucking harder every time as she moved her mouth away. She could feel his penis begin to throb and she looked up to see the torture in his face. And she knew that she was only seconds from the salt-water flow. Then she withdrew and caught the look of surprise on his face as she moved quickly through the corral boards and behind the post. The rope slid quickly and smoothly from her back pocket. She reached in front of the post and his legs. And in a second the rope was tied. Now his legs were tied securely to the post. She crawled back slowly into the corral. And she looked up at his eyes. His voice was announcing various curses. But she paid it little mind. In a moment her mouth was back at his penis. Her tongue sliding once more expertly along its shaft. And once more it grew without thinking. Once more she slid it in and out. And once more, when she felt his pleasure coming, she stopped and moved away. His face was twisted and he struggled against the ties. She could feel his frustration as he almost reached the point of explosion, and then felt it fade away. Then Came The Calf She did this at least three more times before she rose to look him in the face. "Actually, Richard, I think the American boys had a name for this. You know the type. The little cunt who lights you up. Gets you all hot and bothered. And then says no. Leaves you hanging. I think they called those girls "Blue Balls." Don't you just hate it when you are out with a Blue Balls Richard. Then she laughed as she tapped lightly on his testicles. He winced mildly with the sudden pain. "They're looking pretty blue, Dick." A moment later she could hear a horse approaching. Loping in from a distance. He covered the intervening ground in just a minute, and soon he was standing there, looking down at her. She looked at her watch. 4:00. Right on time. She watched his eyes as he searched the scene. For a moment the hanging silence was broken only by the sound of the frustrated calf once more butting his mother's bag. "What's going on here?" the rider asked as he looked at Richard and then at her. "Ignore him Danny. Get off your horse. Tie him over there and come back here." She watched the ripples in his young strong body as he moved in a fluid motion from the horse. Her eyes fell to the bulge beneath his pants – where it filled up the little V that remained between the tops of his chaps. She watched him as he returned. She saw the strength of his face and the movement of the muscles in his arms. And she could feel her blood once again begin to warm. Only this time it was different. She had wanted him from the first day that she had met him. But he seemed so shy. And so young. But as her eyes drifted down his body she could feel her secret desire growing. When he finally reached her he stood at least ten feet away. She moved slowly toward him. And when she reached him she stood up on her tiptoes and she gently kissed his lips. And she knew in an instant that she had never tasted anything sweeter. His lips were full and slightly parted. She could feel hers move against them, as she tasted the dust and earth that was so much a part of him. At first he resisted and stepped back from her. His eyes were questioning and his body stood rigid in resistance. "Are you sure we should be doing this?" he asked. "You know you are my boss!" She kissed him in response. And she could feel his lips begin to respond. But then once again he stepped back. And a shy look crossed his face. He looked down at his feet. And his voice came slowly. "You're a beautiful woman and all. And you know sometimes I watch you when you're movin' hay." Then a scarlet wave moved across his face. "But you know, the truth is, I ain't never done this before." She kissed him one more time and once again she felt the responsiveness, only this time it was stronger. Then she moved her mouth up to his ear and said, "Trust me on this. You will really like it." And this time when she kissed him she could feel his lips moving against hers. She wrapped her arms around him and she could feel the muscles in his chest as they moved so lightly against her breasts. She held his body tightly against hers and felt the rough texture of his denim shirt as it slid against her nipples. She kissed him over and over. Small fast kisses that moved around his lips. She could feel the delicious strength of his arms as he held her body tighter against his. She kissed him deeper and deeper and she could feel her heart beating faster. He held her body close to his and she cupped his face in her hands and looked deeply into his crystal blue eyes. Her lips moved to his and she could feel the warmth of the day folding all around them. She kissed him over and over, faster and faster. Her hands ran along the strong rough ridges of his face as she felt his arms moving up and down her back. Drawing her closer and closer. She felt his hand moved up and down across her bra strap as she slipped her tongue gently into his mouth. Then she felt his tongue enter her mouth in return. She could feel his heart as it was beating. She could feel the desire in his body. His tongue probed deep within her mouth as her breath came ragged and quickly. In a moment she was unbuttoning the silver buttons on his shirt. Her hands slipped inside and began to run through the rough hairs on his chest. His young body leaped quickly in response. She could feel his hands as they moved instinctively to her breasts. His body was so strong but so smooth. Her fingers flowed like leaves on a river. Moving over the ridges of the enormous muscles in his chest. Falling down into the gullies. His hands moved across her breasts. She could feel the pleasure building in her body. Fire flowed each time his hands moved across her breasts. She kissed him deeper. Her tongue played inside his mouth. She sucked his hard tongue into her mouth as her hands moved slowly downward. Her fingers probed gently against the bulge in his pants and he moaned deeply in response. His fingers closed around her breasts as she touched him. And he moved them faster and faster. She could feel the wanting inside his body. But still there was a touch of shyness. She slipped his shirt from his body and gasped as she saw how chiseled and defined he was. A body strong and young and flowing. Wanting just for her. She ran her hands over his body. Up and down. And all around. She could feel his hands circling her breasts. But still she felt that touch of shyness. A hint of reservation. When finally he pushed her breasts up and held them tight she once again moved her mouth to his ear and said, "Take them if you want them Danny. Nobody is watching. Do what you want to do with them Danny. Take them." There was one more hint of hesitation. But then it shattered and fell in pieces all around them. She could feel the heat building in his body. Fires of passion built by raw virginal lust. His hands moved to her shirt and she felt them slip inside. He freed one button and she slips her hand into his pants to encourage him. His hips writhed as for the first time he felt her fingers slip against his naked penis. He struggled for a moment with the next button. But then his hands shot apart and she could feel her shirt as it was ripping from her body. Her fingers slid down to the base of his shaft and slowly moved around. She could feel his strong hands as they slipped beneath her bra. In a moment it too was gone. His hands were rough from riding and so many hours of chopping wood. And they were strong. But they were gentle. She felt them like liquid fire as they cupped around her breasts. Her hands were out now. Loosening the belt that held his rough leather chaps around his legs. His fingers found her nipples as the chaps fell to the ground. Then she moved his hands down to her hips as she found the belt of his pants. He held her body tight against his with his arms as he slid his hands inside her pants and down her hips. She held her body rigid and thrust her breasts against his deep chest. Her nipples scraped against his naked skin as she felt her pants falling down around her ankles. His pants joined them and she looked down and focused as his penis sprang out into the warm afternoon air. It was enormous and standing up so hard and straight. She had never seen anything like it. She had never even imagined anything like it. Then she felt him crush her naked body to his and he moved his up and down. His fingers were on her nipples as she sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. His fingers covered her whole breasts like spiders. She began to moan with pleasure as he moved them in and out. He moved them faster and faster as her hands roamed his body. Exploring every hard inch. His fingers moved harder and harder. They pulled stronger and stronger. Pulling her whole breast away from her chest. Her fingers moved down and began to explore the small of his back. She felt the incredible strength of his back as she brushed lightly against her muscles. Then she moved down and her hands slid lightly across his buttocks. She pushed him ever so lightly toward her, and she felt the crush of his hips as his penis stabbed at the inside of her leg. Her hand circled the shaft of his penis and she moved it up and down. He moaned deeper and crushed her body to his. She can feel the sweat now, as his body grows hotter. He is lost in his desire. And she is lost in hers. The entire world is gone now. Except for the two of them. Each of them takes and gives at the same time. Her hands are on his ass. Pushing. Kneading. He is thrusting faster and faster into her thigh. The air is filled with their moans. His mouth is on her tits. Sucking harder and harder. Her fingers slide around his cock. Pulling him further and further. His hard tongue slides around her nipple. He sucks it into his mouth and plays with it with his tongue. He sucks her deeper and deeper. Her whole body is shaking. She can taste the taste of earth on his skin. She can taste the manhood in his mouth. She can smell the earthy smell of his sweet sweat as it covers her naked body He is thrusting in her hand and moaning without stopping. His fingers move down, playing with her body as his mouth continues with her tits. He sucks them and twists them and slides his hard tongue around them. His strong hands are at the small of her back. He glides his hands around her naked flesh. He wants her. He wants to feel himself inside her. He wants to feel his soul inside of hers. His hands move more quickly now. His mouth moves back to hers. He trusts his tongue in her mouth and moves it slowly around. His fingers cover her ass. He moves them around the naked cheeks. And her hands move to his. His naked flesh – so smooth, so young, so new – but so powerful. She looks down and sees the head of his cock as it points up toward her. She can almost feel it slipping deep within her. She pushes on his ass and she feels him pushing back on hers. She can feel the want inside him. He wants to feel his hard cock as it slips inside her. He wants to feel the shaft as it slides between the lips. Their arms are down now. Wrapped around each other. Pushing themselves together. She feels the head of his cock as it slides against her pussy lips. Her tits push on his naked chest. Her nipples slide against his. She can smell the earth and life and dust and woods on his skin as her face slides against his naked skin. Her heart is beating. She is crying out. She wants him to take her. To fuck her. To bury deep inside her. She feels the head of his cock just slide an inch into her pussy lips. And she pushes hard against his ass. She can feel the wetness building. She can feel it begin dripping from her cunt. Flowing down the inside of her leg. She holds her breath and awaits the moment when she will feel it enter. But she waits and it doesn't come. She dares to breathe for just a moment, and then she feels herself being lifted. His strong hands are under her butt and he is lifting her whole body off the ground. She watches as his muscled chest passed by her eyes. She sees the redness in his face as he lifts her even higher. Then she feels her legs as they wrap around his thick neck. Then she feels him slide her forward. And his enormous arms hold her in place, with her pussy just in front of his mouth. She crosses her legs behind his head and holds on to the top of his head. She seems a light as a toothpick in his strong arms. He is unsure for a moment, but then instinct takes over. His tongue is hard and he licks the area around her pussy. Then he holds his tongue steady and moves her body up and down. Then he slides his tongue a few inches into her pussy. She can feel the soft hard shaft as it probes inside her pussy lips. The skin of her pussy lips hangs a half inch outside her entrance and he sucks it slowly into his mouth. And he moves it all around. Then his tongue is back inside her. Moving deeper this time. Her heart is beating so fast she can barely hold it. She struggled to breathe. Her body is writhing in pleasure. She gasps and screams each time he moves his tongue in and out. Then he holds his tongue deep inside her and moves his head back and forth faster and faster. He sucks on her cunt. And drives his tongue down deep inside. Then at last her finds the tiny sheath that surrounds her clit. And he slides the tip of his tongue down and uses it to move the hardening shaft slowly back and forth. She screams with pleasure as he moves it. Then he releases one hand and holds her with the other. Two fingers slip inside her cunt. The fingertips find her engorged clit. He holds it between his fingertips. And moves it back and forth. She rubs her tits on the top of his head as his fingers move her clit back and forth. Then he holds it steady with a finger as his tongue moves back inside. She can feel the waves of pleasure forming. His fingers hold the clit-shaft rigid. Then the tongue moves in. The tip of his tongue flicks just the tip of her stretched out clit. She can feel her pussy tighten. Her clit grows even more sensitive. She tries to struggle to release it but he will not let it go. He holds it stretched out and then moves the tip around with his tongue. She screams out as she feels an unearthly pleasure. It feels like a pool inside her cunt. Her body is writing. She tries to shove her pussy deeper into his mouth. But he holds her as his tongue circles around her clit. Pulling slightly. Stretching. . Then his fingers are withdrawing. And he drives his mouth into her pussy. And he circles his tongue around her clit and slowly draws it out. She screams over and over as she feels the stabs of pleasure striking all around her body. Down her legs. Into her stomach. An incredible, intense feeling of ecstasy, followed by and flood of tingling. She stretches her clit out against his teeth and holds it for just a moment. Then she collapses against his face. Her breathing is ragged and intense. He heart is beating so wildly it won't stay in her chest. And she lets her face fall on the hair at the top of he head. And she kisses it over and over. She is still there for just a moment. Until she feels herself once again moving. She can feel her face moving past his face. And she can tell that his need has only grown. Her naked, sweating, and still-heaving body slides down past the nakedness of his chest. Then she feels his cock on the inside of her thighs. His cock is hard and she can feel it against the inside of her leg. Her hand strikes out to grab it. She feels that it is as hard as steel. She can feel his heart as it is beating. It is only a moment before her heartbeat joins his. And she wonders if this can really be true. She has never felt the pleasure as she has today. And now to feel it once again? She has never felt it more than once. Never. This time her body reacts much faster. It seems that it is waiting. She wants it once again. He continues to hold her with his hands under her ass. He is so strong and he welds her body to his. She can feel his hard cock as it searches for her cunt. She can hear him moaning. The sweat is pouring from his red hot skin. "Fuck me. Fuck me now." His hard dick probes wildly as he thrusts. Then she reaches down and grabs his shaft and begins to move it toward her waiting cunt. She holds the thick shaft and feels the rough veins along its length. It feels so delicious. She runs her fingernails gently along the part of the base of the head the sticks out from the shaft. He screams. "Ahhhh. FUCK ME." She wants to drive him wild. Her fingers move down and tickle the soft part on the bottom of his cock, just below the head. His body jerks and his back arches and he thrusts wildly but she pulls back. She knows she can resist for only so much longer. He is so much stronger. And, besides, she wants to feel his hard cock as it slides inside her. Her hands move down as he takes her tit into his mouth. He is sucking wildly on her tit. Pulling it in his teeth. Stretching it. Twisting it. And then sucking hard again. She can feel the juices pouring out of her pussy. She wants to fuck him. She wants to fuck him so deep. She grabs his throbbing thrashing cock in her hand and holds it. Then she moves it toward her cunt. Her hands are on his ass and she moves the cock head toward her pussy lips. She holds the pressure so that just the tip of his cock slips between her pussy lips. She moves it slowly up and down the crack. Now the whole head is inside her cunt. She moves it all the way to the bottom of her entrance, and then slides it back up to the top. She can feel the pleasure once more forming. Again her heart beats. She is moaning. Ahhhhh. Breath. Ahhh. The cock head is in deeper. Moving up and down. She can feel her pussy walls close against it. She wants to feel the thickness of the shaft. She closes around it like a glove. But struggles to hold it back. She moves it down again and slides the head along the inside of her walls. But he is thrusting wildly. And she wants to feel him deep inside her. She struggles to hold on but her uses his strong hands to hold her steady and his cock stabs deep into her cunt. She can feel the long thick shaft as it parts her pussy walls. She is strong and she tightens herself around it as she feels its lovely length. She can feel the head of his cock as it bottoms out inside her. She can feel herself being lifted up and she feels like he is lifting her with his cock. She can feel the delicious sense of his manhood deep inside her. Fucking her so hard and so deep. He is panting. She drinks in his sweet smell. Fucking faster. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She smells the leather that he always wears. His cock drives in her cunt. She milks it with her pussy walls. She can feel the pleasure. Deeper than it has ever been. Her pussy juices are running like a river down her legs. Fucking her harder. Fuck. Sucking her tits. Fuck. Over and over. The hard shaft stabbing her cunt. The feel of the head driving and twisting inside her pussy. This time the pleasure is an ocean, rushing all around her. His hard thick cock is driving in and twisting. And she can see on his reddening face that the warm thick cum will soon be flowing in to fill her cunt. Just as she feels an enormous wave of pleasure coming toward her she feels him drive his cock into her pussy. He screams out. Ahhhhhh. He holds the hard shaft inside her. Twisting it around. Her tidal wave of pleasure grows closer. It fills her cunt. As his hard cock drives and holds and twists inside her she can the leading edge of her wave as it spreads out deep inside her. As she feels the first spurt of hot thick white cum pumping deep inside her her wave of pleasure crashes over her and she is floating in total exstacy. Waves of cum pump out into her waiting pussy. She can feel it hot and thick. Mixing with her pussy juices. And she loves the feeling because it feels like she finally has part of him inside her. Deep inside. As his cum pumps out in spurts each wave as it flows down through the tube just inside his cock. And as the pressure of each wave flows against her hardened clit she can feel the pleasure flow with it. And her body throbs and trembles as each of her waves of pleasure moves with his. The cum pumps on and on and she can feel it running out of her cunt and sliding down her legs. It seems to go on forever. But finally she hears his last cry and she moans once more in pleasure as she feels her body relax against his. He holds her there for what seems forever and she feels his cock go limp and slide out of her cunt. And she feels his naked skin against hers. And she feels like she is living in an eternity of peace. One more hour in a million years. At last it is over and she sends him away. Kissing him gently on his mouth one more time before he goes. Then she smiles and asks him, "Was I right when I said you'd enjoy it?" His broad smile answers for him, as he slowly rides away. Then Came The Calf The sun was sinking slow as she finally returned to Richard. She walked nonchalantly behind him and picked up one more cord that was waiting on the ground. She slides it around his neck and again tied it around the post. With his head locked in place she could see his eyes move as she walked around him. Then she walked up and faced him. "Well, I hope you enjoyed watching that. Too bad it couldn't have been you. I bet he enjoyed it." She ran her hand down his face. Slowly. Gently. Feeling every feature. Then she looked deep into his eyes. And she kissed him gently on the lips. And she said, "You really are such an attractive man. And I wanted you so badly. You have no idea. … It's just too bad that you had to be such a maggot." And with that she turned and walked across the corral. She grabbed the bucket in her hand and walked back to Richard. "Well, lets do this one more time. Her hands found his penis. She moved it back and forth. It took a while for it to respond. "Resisting are you Richard? You know we can't have that." Eventually her reluctant mouth had to join the program, but at last Richard's penis was once more standing at attention. She stoked it a few more times to keep it's attention. Then she plunged her hand in the milk and slide it back on Richard. Soon his penis and testicles were dripping in fresh cow's milk. With that she stood and walked toward the gate that held the calf. "Here's the deal Richard. The calf is very hungry. He will suck on anything that looks and smells like mama's milk." Her hand was at the top of the gate and the calf was watching Richard intensely as its nose twitched at the smell of milk. "The heck of it is, Richard, that you are pretty defective in that department. But he will try. I guarantee it. In fact, Richard, he will suck you like a vacuum cleaner. Won't give up for anything. The real problem is that when he doesn't get what he wants he will butt you with the top of his head. Over and over, harder and harder. Until he gets what he wants. He could keep trying for hours. In fact, I dread to think how long it could go on" She slipped the gate latch and released the calf. As he slowly trotted toward Richard she added one more thing, "As the doctors often say, Richard, in this case, you may experience some discomfort." Then she turned and laughed a deep-seated belly laugh as she walked away.