2 comments/ 45171 views/ 5 favorites The Cowboy By: Troglodite45 CHAPTER ONE The air shimmered under a relentlessly harsh and beating sun as, from high above, they watched. Theirs was a view unrestricted by hills or clouds as they silently watched and waited, patiently, every so patiently. Beady eyes watched as small dust clouds, raised by the hooves of the tired horse plodding along the desolate landscape of the Arizona desert, hung suspended in the still hot air. They watched and waited for the horse to stumble and fall, spilling it’s rider, slumped and swaying, from the saddle. Once that happened they would swoop down from the sky and feed on the unresisting bodies that had so valiantly tried to cross the barren wasteland devoid of life and water. They were the large vultures that would feast on whatever pry that would fall victim to the unforgiving desert. In the far distance through eyes almost swollen shut under the unrelenting sun the lone rider thought he saw smoke, but he couldn’t be sure. The very air around him moved as if it were water, waving and making anything beyond a few feet blurred and indistinct. For more than an hour the rider would lift his weary head and peer into the distance, hoping against hope that is was more than a mirage, a something that wasn’t really there. At long last, through squinting swollen eyes, he spied the outline of a roof. His mind slowed by the sun and heat, it took time for it to click in his mind. A roof. That meant a building and people, unless, he grimaced, it was a ghost town. His tongue lick his cracked and dried lips as his voice croaked in his urging of his exhausted mount. Time passed as horse and rider moved slowly closer. Finally he was able to clearly see more than just a roof. It was a house, single and lonely, but still a house all alone just like him in the wasteland. Smoke curled from the chimney and he knew it meant life, people. Water was what he most craved, then food, but first water to slake his killing thirst. He smiled, his parched lips cracking. He tasted his own blood as he looked down at the water filled trough his horse had stopped at, it’s nose buried in the scum coated water and drinking deeply. No longer did he feel the movement under him. No longer did he hear the buzzards overhead as the quiet darkness took him under it’s cloak of blackness. He fell from the saddle and lay in a heap on the dusty ground. Sara had been watching from the dirty glass window, one of the few still remaining in the house. She had, by her best recollection, just passed her eighteenth birthday and this was the first person besides her mother and father she had seen in over two years. She was, at present, alone and very much frightened. Her parents were out gathering what wood they could find to help supplement the buffalo chips that fueled their cook stove and fireplace. She knew they wouldn’t return for several more hours owning to the distance that had to be traveled. Getting to town took even longer, almost an entire day it was so far distant. Now she was faced with a problem without anyone to help her. From over the only door she took down the trusty Winchester rifle, checked to make sure there was a shell in the chamber, as cautiously opened the door. Thumbing back the hammer she aimed the loaded rifle at the still form laying next to the trough and slowly moved closer. The man lay still, his breathing slow and shallow. Sara made no sound as her bare feet moved her closer until she was able to touch him with the barrel. She nudged his quiet form and got no response save that of a small grunt. Still the man didn’t move and she became bolder. Women in the desolate frontier had to be bold and daring in order to survive, and Sara had learned well the lessons taught her. “Hey, you, Mister. Git up,” she commanded in her most stern voice. She prodded him with the rifle barrel, but nothing happened. “I said move, you,” she said more harshly, but anyone around hearing her voice would laughed. Not because she was being so funny, but her voice was so soft and silky just like her honey blond hair that hung so gracefully down over her shoulders and part way down her back. The stranger could have sworn he heard a woman’s voice, but knew it couldn’t be true. The black fog began to lift and the brilliant sunlight blazed through his closed eyelids. He struggled and opened one eye only to see the vision of heaven looking down. It took several seconds before his mind registered the face of an angel gazing upon his filthy dust laden form. He saw hair of gold surrounded by the glowing halo caused by the sun behind her. His attempt at smiling brought pain in his lips as the again cracked and bled. His attempt to raise his head brought nothing more than sever dizziness and threatened to bring back the cloak of blackness he had just returned from. He coughed and spat out the blood from his lips, then again lay still in the dirt and dust. Sara was frustrated and beginning to become angry. She pushed at him with the rifle forcing his body onto his back. The stranger made no move to resist. Now she started to look more closely at him. He was thin and ragged. While his clothes weren’t exactly torn, they were none the less filthy, much in need of repair and washing. The broad brimmed hat he wore fell from his head and she saw his tousled hair, black and sweat shiny. Even through the two week old beard she could see he was young, not much older than she and it looked to be a handsome face. A red bandanna was around his tanned weather beaten neck, the sleeves of his shirt long. He looked thin, almost gaunt. His Levi’s were stained from who knew what and the chaps he wore to protect his legs were well worn. Finally she saw his boots, scuffed and well worn, almost to the point of the souls having holes, but not quite. CHAPTER TWO Dusty felt the coolness caressing his fevered brow. He slowly opened his eyes and again feasted on the heavenly beauty of the angle with the golden hair. A strange scent wafted to his nostrils, that of perfume. He wondered, did angels really use such wonderful scents? His mind began to clear as the coolness on his forehead began to bring him back to the real world. It wasn’t an angel he was looking at, but a beautiful young woman as she held his head in her lap and sponged his head with a cool cloth. They were still on the ground next to the watering trough, but that didn’t bother him at all, just as long as she kept soothing his brow. “Welcome back, stranger,” Sara almost cooed. “Feelin’ better?” she asked. “Much,” he replied finding his lips not so cracked yet still sore. “I’m obliged to you, Ma’am.” His voice still croaked the words, but it was soft and gentle. He was still mesmerized by her beauty and now her soft hands. “I was beginnin’ to wonder if you would ever come back from where ever you was,” she replied. “Seemed to me like you was done fer. Kinda glad to see you still alive and all.” Sara again moistened his lips and was pleased when he sucked the wet cloth, drawing out the moisture. “Looks like I’m beholden to ya. I don’t know how I can repay your kindness, but I’ll find a way.” Dusty was very old fashioned and never let a debt go unpaid. “Tomorrow you find some chores around that need doin and I’ll get right to’m.” “Hush, now,” Sara admonished. “You ain’t about to do no chores for a few days. Why, you just come through some of the most bad desert around and you’re still alive to tell about it. Hey, you ain’t runnin’ from the law is you?” “Naw,” he chuckled. “I just got lost and went the wrong way. Wow, did I ever go the wrong way. Thought for sure I was a goner, me and my hoss there. How’s old Dan doin’, anyway?” “Dan, that’s your horse? He’s just fine. Got his fill of water and I gave him a double portion of oats. Sure hope my father don’t whip me to hard for that. Oats is hard to come by around here and they cost a lot. Got to bring them from town and that’s a two day trip.” “Look, I ain’t no saddle tramp. I got money and will gladly pay for the oats. Don’t worry,” he quickly added seeing the look of concern crossing her lovely face. “I come by the money honest. Worked as a cow hand on a ranch ‘bout four days from here. Bar-X-Bar. Ever hear of it?” A shudder of fear raced through Sara’s body at the name. Sure, she had heard of it and seen what the owner and men could and would do to whomever crossed them. They ruled most of the country for thousands of miles around and didn’t take much to them that wouldn’t give them what they wanted. “Yeah. That’s old man Jackson and his hired gunmen. Yeah, I’ve heard of them. So, you was one of them?” Her silky soft voice suddenly turned hard. She was about to shove his head onto the ground, but decided to wait for his response. “I can’t say I was. Sure, I worked there for ‘bout a month, but drew my pay and rode out. Didn’t like the way the old man ran things or his people. Witnessed a few shootin’s that I think was wrong, but couldn’t do nothin’ to stop‘m. And before you ask, no, I never shot anybody while workin’ for him.” Now he was winded, that having been the most he had said at one time since waking up. He took a couple of deep breaths and continued. “Sure, I’ve done my share of gun toatin’. Even killed a few, but they was always legal and with lots of witnesses. Even the local sheriff’s said they was in self defense. But you don’t want to hear all that. Just rest assured I didn’t cotton none to old man Jackson and his ways.” “I just knew you couldn’t have been all that bad,” Sara beamed down at him. Her oddly tanned face took on a new brightness, her deep blues eyes brightened. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Look, I don’t know if I can lift you up, but we’ve got to get you out of this sun and heat. Hey,” suddenly exclaimed, “I don’t even know your name.” “Dusty,” he replied. “You shore are,” Sara giggled and gently lay his head on the dirt. She got up and began tugging on his arms trying to lift him up. Dusty did what he could to help, but the cloud of blackness enclosed itself around him and he collapsed. CHAPTER THREE Voices, dim and subdued, but still voices. The dark fog was beginning to lift and Dusty heard the sounds of two females talking, one quiet and calm the other more forcefully and louder. He felt the softness beneath his back and carefully opened his eyes. His gaze shifted towards the sound of the voices. They were coming from beyond the closed door of the room he was in. “I’m tellin’ you for the last time, Sara, keep away from him. Why you have to take to any stray creature that comes around is beyond me.” “Ah, Ma,” he heard Sara complain. “He was hurt and I didn’t go lookin’ fer him. You saw his horse in the barn. That should prove he came on his own.” “Just the same, you keep yer distance. Lucky your Pa didn’t see with your hands all over him.” “I was just tryin’ to get him up and in the barn,” Sara complained. “Well, maybe so, but I’m warnin’ you, keep your distance from him. Now hush and go do yer chores while I tend to him.” The door opened and Dusty saw an older woman enter the dim room. As she came closer he saw she looked to be in her early fifties, but knowing how things were in the desert figured her to be more to be in her latter forties. The hair on her head was pulled up high and tight helping to keep her cool in the oppressive heat. Her blouse and skirt were simple and without any of the frills the town women wore. She moved closer and Dusty was able to better see her. “Welcome back, stranger,” she said as softly as her deep husky voice would allow. “My daughter Sara says your name is Dusty. I’m Molly,” she smiled, the wrinkles around her mouth deepening. She picked up a cloth from the bowl of water and squeezed out the excess. The cool cloth was laid gently on his still fevered brow as she bent over to tend him. She smelled clean and of soap as Dusty really got his first good look at her. Her face was deeply tanned from years of scorching sun and weathered from the hot winds that blew almost constantly. As Molly bent over further the front of her blouse fell open and his eyes automatically shifted downward from her face. Even in the dimness of the room Dusty could see exactly where the tanning of her skin started and stopped. The contrast was amazing. The ample cleavage of her bosom was almost a brilliant white below where the darkness of her tanned skin stopped. If he didn’t know better, he could have sworn she had loosened a couple of buttons on her blouse and was wanting him to see the tops of her expansive breasts. “I’m much obliged to you and your daughter, Ma’am. It’s more than kind of you to take me in and all. Like I told your daughter, set out some chores tomorrow and I’ll tend to’em. I’ll not be beholden’ to nobody fer my keep.” Dusty moved his right arm from under the covers and found it bare. “Oh, yes, well yer clothes were so filthy I had to remove them. Sara washed’em and there hangin’ on the line in back.” Molly blushed slightly as her words much to her surprise. “All my clothes?” he asked lifting the covers and looking down. “Yup, all,” she replied. “Don’t you worry none, young man. I’m old enough to be your Ma, but shore glad I ain’t. Now hush up and get some sleep. Yer plum tuckered out and need rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” As much as he wanted her to stay, fatigue took it’s toll and he quickly drifted off into a deep restful sleep. CHAPTER FOUR The early morning sun shone brightly through the window lighting the room. Dusty woke slowly and just as slowly opened his eyes. He felt refreshed and rested as he stretched his arms and legs. The sheets felt cool and good on his skin. That’s when he remembered being naked. There was a soft knock at the door and then it opened and he pulled the sheets up to cover his chest. “Well, good to see you awake and lookin’ like you’ll live,” Molly commented as she came in and closed the door behind her. She was carrying a tray and something smelled real good. “Brought you some breakfast. You gotta eat.” She was wearing a thread bare robe tied snugly at her almost narrow waist. Her hair wasn’t put up on her head yet and the flaming red locks cascaded down her back and over her shoulders falling over the front of her bosom. When Molly bent over to place the tray in Dusty’s lap the front of her robe parted just enough for the bright sunlight to shine partly inside. With clear eyes and mind he was better able to see where the dark tan stopped and her lily white untanned skin began. There was no dimness to hide the fact that this woman had a very large pair of breasts and that wasn’t something he found to be less than what he liked. Molly had left him alone to eat. After awhile she returned still wearing the worn robe. As she bent to pick up the tray the front halves parted even more than before allowing him a much better look at her massive cleavage and most of the tops of her bosom. An instant stirring took place in his loins as she stood up. He was just slow enough placing his hands over his sheet covered crotch that the growing lump beneath them was becoming apparent. “Yer clothes are clean and on the chair by the door,” she casually said seemingly not noticing his sudden arousal as she turned and again left him alone. Once outside the room Molly leaned against the wall and gasped as the sexual tingling raced pell-mell through her entire body. Dusty got up and dressed. His clothes smelled clean and fresh from hanging out in the cool night air, but now it was getting warmer as it always did in the desert and it was not yet six in the morning. He left the room and went to the kitchen where he found Molly washing dishes and a man sitting at the table. Sara was nowhere to be found. “There you are. I want you to meet Ben, my husband. Ben, this is Dusty.” “Howdy young man,” the older Ben greeted him getting up and extending his hand. “Glad to see you lookin’ better than yesterday. Shore gave us a scare, you did.” Dusty took his harsh work roughened hand in his and they shook. “Mornin’, Sir,” he said. “Mighty proud to make your acquaintance and glad fer all you’ve been doin’ fer me and my hoss, Dan.” “Shucks, youngin’, twern’t nothin’, nothin’ at all. Can’t let a man die of thirst in this country. Nope, we got to stick together and help each other. And while yer at it, call be Ben.” “Yes, Sir, uh, Ben. Sorry, but my pa brought me up to respect my elders and be polite.” “Nuff said. Now you come with me and I’ll show you around. ‘Spect you’ll be stayin’ awhile so might as well get a lay of the place. Gotta a couple of things need doin’ right now anyway.” Dusty guessed the man to be in his fifties yet still he stood tall and proud. He wasn’t a small man by any stretch of the imagination standing well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and strong looking arms. From what he saw left of the breakfast it was obvious Molly fed him well, but there seemed to be not an ounce of fat anywhere on him. His belly was a flat as any board and, he figured, just as hard. Ben didn’t move fast but with his long strides and Dusty had to hustle to keep up with him. “As you can see got me a couple real nice mules. We done a lot of plowin’ in the last couple of years,” Ben waved his hand towards the stalls in the big barn. “Flopsy and Mopsy I calls them. Good a pair you’ll find West of the Mississippi,” he continued proudly. He went to the big stack of hay and started to pull down a bail when it suddenly fell and brought two more with it. Ben fell to the dirt floor the bails landing on top of him. Dusty quickly moved in and started tossing the heavy bundles to one side. “Ben, Ben, you alright?” Dusty panted from the excursion. “Say there young fella. Yer stronger than you look. Them bails go more’n eighty pounds each and you just tossed’em like they was kindlin’ wood. Bet you can more than hold yer own when yer feelin’ up to snuff,” the old man said with thanks and admiration. They went in back and checked on the hogs making sure they had plenty of slop and water. Sara was in the chicken coop gathering eggs when they spotted her. She smiled, but couldn’t wave unless she let go of her apron and loose all the eggs. Ben and Dusty spent the rest of the day wondering around the place. Ben showed him where the fields were and the crops growing. The was hay, corn and other assorted vegetables they hoped to take to town for market. “Got me about fifteen or twenty head of cattle up yonder,” Ben said swinging his arm in a very general direction, “but I ain’t got much idea just where they is. Sara says you used to work for old man Jackson.” “Yeah, but only ‘bout a month,” Dusty replied suddenly worried. “I just couldn’t cotton to his ways.” “Don’t worry none, Dusty. Sara already told me about it and I ain’t got no call to hold it agin ya.” Almost before they knew it the day was rapidly coming to an end. The sun was beginning to set and Molly was clanging the supper bell. Both men washed up and sat down to a heavily laden table. Dusty couldn’t remember the last time he had seen so much food at one time and suddenly found himself famished. Twice he filled his plate high with chicken, corn on the cob, mashed spuds and gravy. Three times he filled his glass with the warm fresh milk from the one cow they had and eyed what was left, but decided it would be impolite to take it. Molly was the one to drain the pitcher into his cup as she smiled and gave him a silent yet obvious wink of her eye. After supper the girls cleaned up the kitchen while Ben and Dusty sat on the large front porch smoking. Ben, his corn cob pipe and Dusty his hand rolled cigarettes. The night was inky black with only the stars glowing in the high sky. The moon wasn’t due to rise for three more hours and it would be full and bright. The hot desert air finally cooled and the soft breeze felt good as it helped the two men relax. It was time for bed and Dusty started to head for the barn. He had talked with Ben earlier and flatly stated he couldn’t take up Sara’s room since he was feeling so much better. He was grateful for the one night, but would feel much more comfortable sleeping on a pile of sweet smelling hay. The Cowboy As Kay came down the walkway she spied her aunt and uncle immediately. Even at 72 her uncle was still a very good looking man. He was tall, tan, and robust looking, even if she didn’t know better she would have guessed her uncle to be in his late 50's. Her aunt was a bundle of smiles with open arms that always made you feel welcomed and loved. This was the first time that Kay had ever been to Florida, the heat and humidity were a shock to her system. The short walk from the airport terminal to the parking lot already had her long hair wet with the moisture in the air. She was going to have to put her hair in a pony tail or at least put it up in this kind of heat. Her mother was constantly on her about getting her hair cut. She told her at 46 years old she was to old to be wearing her hair that long. Her uncle tossed her bags into the rear of the Bronco he was driving and helped her and her aunt into the vehicle. “It’s about time you got yourself down here to visit us outlaw. Hell, your aunt and I ain’t got much time left on this earth as it is. If you’d have waited much longer you would have been visiting us at our damn grave side girl,” he told her smiling at her. Ever since she was a little girl her uncle had called her his little outlaw, as did his eleven brothers and sisters. Her aunt was the only one who called her Kay Marie, she was after all named after her. “Aunt Kay how have you put up with him all these years?” “Well dear it hasn’t been easy, but if I let him think he’s always right then we never had need to argue.” “Don’t believe it! Every time she was getting ready to lay into me for something I would just grab her, give her a big kiss and she’d melt in my arms and forget what she was mad at me for,” he told her winking at her. They were still laughing when they pulled into the drive of their charming little house. Her aunt showed her to her room and Kay unpacked her things. Kay stood looking out the french doors of her room into the back yard. It still looked the same as it did in all her family photos she had of them. The orange and grapefruit trees were still there, along with the lemon and lime trees along the fence row to the right of her bedroom. Two Palm trees were at the far end of the garden near a small man made pond. Her uncle was yelling at her down the hall telling her to get a move on it. They were going to spend the weekend at an old friend of her uncles, on his ranch. Kay had met George many times over the years when he and uncle Chuck had brought horses up north that George had been training for one person or another on the harness racing circuit. “Come on slow poke, get your bag down here and let’s be on our way. George will think something has happened to us and send a posse out looking for us if we don’t get a move on it,” he was yelling down the hall. Before Kay was barely out of the car George had her in a big bear hug.“So you finally got your fanny down here to visit us,” planting a big kiss on her cheek. “It’s so nice to see you again George. You haven’t changed a bit since the last time you and uncle Chuck came north.” George was her uncles age and looked every bit as fit and healthy. Aunt Kay had written her a few years ago telling her that George’s wife had died of cancer. They never had any kids and he had been an only child. “Roper!......Roper get yourself over here boy I want you to meet someone.” Kay turned around to see a tall man dressed in a tight pair of jeans, a khaki colored t-shirt rolled up at the sleeves, with a light tan colored cowboy hat coming their way. As he got closer Kay could see he was nice looking as well and he had mustache and goatee that just enhanced his looks as far as she was concerned. “Roper I want you to meet Kay, this is Chuck and Kay’s niece from up north. Kay this is Roper my foreman and long time friend,” George said introducing them to each other. He shook her hand that she had offered as George introduced her. “So I finally get to meet the “outlaw” these two always talked about when they came back from their trips,” he smiled as he shook her hand. “Pleased to meet you ma’am.” He had a firm grip and Kay liked that, she hated it when men shook her hand in a wimpy delicate manner. She had gotten a little electric shock as their hands touched. “Sorry,” she smiled up at him, “must have some static in me from sliding across the seat when I got out.” “Roper would you help Kay take her things to her room, she’s in the room across from yours. Soon as you freshen up missy come on down, your aunts already in the kitchen with Betty getting things ready for the big bash tonight and she said to steer you her way when you got back down here.” Roper led her up a flight of stairs and down a long hall, he stopped at the end of the hall and opened the door to her room taking her case inside and sitting it beside the huge bed in the center of the room. He walked across the room and opened another door showing her the private bathroom. “I’ll be out front when you get ready,” he put a finger to his hat bowing his head a little as he closed the door. The house was huge and Kay was a little surprised by that considering George never had any kids. While she unpacked and washed up her mind was thinking nasty little thoughts. She felt an instant attraction to Roper when she shook his hand, she had felt a nervous little twitch in her stomach pulling at her. It had been a long time since she had felt that pull of desire in her. He just exuded sex appeal. Now she was going to have to sleep across the hall from him for the next three nights. She knew she was going to be in for a lot of tossing and turning. She already new from the dampness between her thighs that she would be masturbating thinking of him laying in bed across the hall from her. Kay freshened up and headed downstairs to give her aunt and Betty a hand in the kitchen. They spent most of the afternoon getting all the food ready for the cookout tonight. Must be a hell of a lot of people coming tonight with all the gallons of potato salad, macaroni salad, deviled eggs, and all the rest of the food the ladies put together that afternoon. She could smell the wild boar they had roasting out in a pit out back and it smelled wonderful. Around 5 the ladies had everything ready and the hired help George had hired for the party had everything under control so the ladies left to get ready for the party. People had started to arrive around 6:00 pm, Kay could hear them down on the lawns under her balcony. She had opened the door to her balcony leaving just the screen door closed letting in a nice breeze. Her aunt had taken her shopping the day before to buy something to wear for the party. Kay very seldom wore a dress or skirts, she wasn’t built for them is how she felt. Her aunt had talked her into getting the outfit that was laying across her bed. Kay had to admit that it did look nice on her after trying it on so she agreed to get it. The top was sleeveless, it was 3 layers of thin gauze like material. One layer a pale lemon, one a pale peach and the other a pale green. It was cut long, flowing over the ankle length mint green skirt that went with it. It was cut low across the breast showing Kay’s more than ample cleavage. Kay liked it because it hid all her imperfections. She had decided to leave her hair down as the night was not humid. She slipped on her sandals and headed down to the party. Kay had met so many people tonight she knew that she would never remember more than two or three of them by name. She had noticed Roper earlier talking with some other men and then later when she saw him standing over by one of the palm trees talking to a very sexy looking lady who Kay had not met yet. Kay actually felt a little pang of jealousy when she saw them deep in conversation. One of the men George had introduced her to earlier that evening had her cornered over near the pool. He was a little taller than her, balding and probably late 50's or early 60's. He was pretty lit, having had more than enough to drink which is why he was probably being as forward as he was. Kay would never do anything to embarrass her aunt and uncle or George so she was trying to ignore him for the most part. He put his arm around her and let his hand press up against the side of her breast. “Either you take your hands off of me right now or your going to find your fucking ass in the pool” she hissed at him. Before she could push herself away from him Roper showed up and pulled her free from his unwanted advances. “I think this is our dance Kay.” He put his arm around her waist, putting distance between her and the drunk man. “You better go get some coffee in you Frank before you do something I’m going to make you regret.” Saying that he pulled Kay over to the area where a couple dozen couples were dancing and pulled her into his arms. “Thank you, I was on the verge of tossing his ass in the pool when you showed up.” He chuckled, “I saw the fire spitting from your eyes and knew something was going to happen if I didn’t interfere pretty soon.” Kay loved his aftershave, it was not like what most men usually wore. It had more of a clean almost citrus smell to it. His arms were hard around her and she enjoyed the feeling. It had been a long time since she had been held this close and it was playing havoc on her senses. The dance ended and Roper led her away from the crowd of people who had been dancing. “Let’s take a walk,” he said pulling her along beside him. “What took you so long to come down for a visit? Your uncle and George have been trying to get you to visit for as long as I can remember.” “I hadn’t seen them for three years and I missed them. I’ve been thinking of moving someplace warmer for a long time so I thought I might see if I liked it down here. The place I was working closed up so having some free time I decided to come down before I try finding another job. If I like it down here I’ll look for job and if I find one I ‘ll find a place to stay and move here.” They were walking around behind one of the big barns and Kay tripped on a hose laying on the ground. Roper grabbed her before she fell pulling her close to him. She looked up at him getting ready to say thank you when he leaned down and kissed her rather forcefully. He forced her lips apart to accept the invasion of his tongue as it probed the recess’s of her mouth. At first Kay was startled by the ferociousness of his kiss, but then she kissed him back.. Her tongue dueling with his as the kiss went on. Then his kiss gentled and became more seeking and passionate. Kay felt her knees weaken and she held onto him tightly for fear that she would fall. The kiss went on forever and Kay was lost in it’s passion. “Roper where the hell are you?” The sound of the woman’s voice broke them apart, both of them breathing hard from the passionate kiss they had just shared. “Come on Roper old buddy we saw you heading this way, where the hell you hiding at?” This coming from some unseen mans voice. Just then five of them appeared around the corner of the building. Three women and two men, one of the women was the one Kay had seen Roper talking to earlier that night over by the palm tree. Up close Kay could see she was a beautiful woman and she also noticed a little flick of hatred in her eyes as she came up and slipped her arm through Roper’s. Roper introduced Kay to the five of them. “I was showing Kay Necromancer, she didn’t get to see him today as Paul had him out training him when she first arrived.” He reached for Kay’s arm and led them all back towards the party. Her aunt and uncle called to her when they came back and she excused herself from the group. It was going on midnight and there were still a few people milling about outside. Kay hadn’t seen Roper since the kiss they shared behind the barn. She was having a hard time getting that kiss out of her mind. She had never been kissed like that before. Sure she had been kissed in passion, but never like that. It was the force of the kiss, the kind that said I’m in control and your going to accept my kiss whether you want it or not. She shivered involuntarily without thinking about it. She was going to go see if she could help clean up when she saw Roper standing in the shadows over by the barn, locked in a kiss with the woman who had come looking for him. She headed into the kitchen feeling sick inside. She asked Betty and her aunt if they needed any help with clean up. They told her no that the hired crew had everything almost back inside and there was a cleaning crew coming in the morning to help clean up after the party. She kissed her aunt on the cheek and excused herself saying she was going to head off to bed then. Once she got in her room, she quickly undressed and headed for the shower. She could not believe that she had let him kiss her in that manner and that worst of all she had returned the kiss! Christ what was wrong with her anyway. He must have just thought he would give it a go and kiss his boss’s best friends niece so she would have a nice little memory of her trip when she got back home. She could tell all her friends about the cowboy who had kissed her at the party. Chris normally slept in the raw, if she did sleep in something it was usually just a t-shirt or a short nightie, she hated anything restricting her in her sleep. She picked up the short white silk gown and pulled it over her head climbing into bed. She laid there for over an hour trying to sleep, listening to the sounds of the people down below. Soon it was quiet in the house, must be everyone had gone home by now. Another hour had passed and still she couldn’t sleep, she never heard Roper come upstairs so she assumed he had gone home with the woman from the party. She tossed and turned and finally gave up trying to sleep. She got out of bed and walked out onto her balcony gazing up at the star filled sky. She stood out there for about a half hour, enjoying the quiet of the night and the beauty of the night sky. Kay didn’t see the man standing in the shadows down below, smoking a cigarette, watching her. She went back inside and climbed into bed. She had only been back in bed for a minute when her bedroom door was opened and Roper stood there looking at her. She sat straight up in bed startled when he had opened the door. “Roper what are you doing in here? Is something wrong with my aunt or uncle?” He didn’t say a word, just came inside the room closing the door softly behind him. He came towards the bed and Kay scrambled to get out of bed. He was to quick for her though and grabbed her pulling her back onto the bed with her laying on her back. He leaned over her pinning her down onto the mattress. “What the fuck do you think your doing, get off of me and get out of my room,” she spat at him her voice full of venom. He didn’t make a move to do as she had ordered and Kay was a little apprehensive now. “Damn it Roper get the hell out of here, how dare you come in my room?” She was trying desperately to get out from under him, but he was to strong for her, holding her down with her arms pinned on both sides of her head. “Your room? This happens to be my room, as is every room in this house Kay. I built this house from the ground up and George deeded it over to me years ago.” He leaned down close to Kay, kissing her on the tip of her nose. “Now I think you and I should finish what we started out behind the barn.” “I don’t fucking think so! Now get out of my bed and off of me!” He paid no attention to her at all, just laughed at her before he lowered his head to kiss her hard. She tried to pull away from his kiss, she kept her mouthed closed tightly as his tongue tried to force it’s way in again. She managed to pull her mouth away from his. “Stop this Roper, you’ve been drinking and you don’t know what your doing,” she could taste the alcohol on his lips. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing Kay, you want this as much as I do.” She was just about to say something when he kissed her catching her off guard, allowing his tongue to rape her mouth with his searing kiss. His kiss was almost brutal, yet not quite. He seduced her mouth with his feeling her body start to relax. He pulled her hands above her head, holding them there with one of his, while his free hand slid down her side until he touched bare thigh. She came to her senses when she felt his warm hand against the side of her leg. She jerked her mouth away from his kiss again. “Stop! I want you to stop Roper! Roper if you don’t stop it will be rape, your forcing yourself on me, now get off of me!” “It won’t be rape, and there will be no forcing either. I’ll not take you until you beg me to Kay. And Kay....you will beg me....I guarantee it. Before this night is over, you will beg me to take you.” He took her mouth back with his before she could say another word. His kiss was endless and no matter how hard she tried not to return his kiss Kay found herself doing so. His hand was still on her thigh rubbing and caressing it lightly. He moved his free hand back up her side until he reached the strap of her gown. One tug and he had ripped it, allowing him to pull the gown down baring her breast. He lifted her breast and found her nipple, he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, back and forth making it firm and harden at his touch. Kay moaned... Roper knew it would not be to long before her body would take over to the pleasure she was feeling. He had stood outside for over an hour staring up at her darkened room. He had drank 4 beers in that hour standing there under that tree thinking of her. He hadn’t intended on coming to her room until she stepped out onto her balcony. Standing there in the moonlight, her golden hair shining hanging down to the middle of her back. The short white gown she was wearing showed off her tan and it also gave him a good view of her nakedness underneath. Kay was trying hard to keep her sanity, she knew she could make him stop if she could just keep her wits about her. All of sudden her lips were free from his and she gulped in a huge breath of air. His mouth went to her breast as his tongue licked across her swollen nipple. She gasped out loud not meaning to. He sucked her nipple gently and that was the beginning of her downfall. He would lick, then suck, then tug it gently between his teeth alternately. Kay tried to remain still, she didn’t want him to know how wonderful it felt, but her body gave her away in the end. Roper was elated that Kay was starting to relax and enjoy his lovemaking. He let his hand slide slowly down to her thigh again while his mouth teased her nipple. Her body was no longer thrashing under his so he moved his leg from over hers just far enough to allow his hand to find her womanhood. His finger entered her slowly feeling her heat. She was moist from her juices and he began a slow finger fuck of her pussy. Kay gave up, she could no longer deny the sexual urgency her body was feeling. He had broken down her defenses and now all she could think of was the pleasure he was giving her. Her mound pressed against his probing fingers, begging for more. He let his finger move up to her clit and began rubbing it in slow circles. Her woman’s cock was hard and extended and he rubbed a little harder. He would love to taste her but that would have to wait until the next time, he had to make sure she would stay receptive to his finally fucking her. He teased her pussy unmercifully. His cock was straining to get out and get inside her, to feel her moistness wrapped around him. He reached down and quickly undid his jeans, he slid them down his hips and wiggled out of them. He slide his two fingers back inside her and began finger fucking her in earnest now. She was breathing hard and she kept pressing her mound towards his probing fingers. The Cowboy Roper leaned down to her letting his lips touch hers, kissing her softly. “Say it Kay,” he whispered against her lips. She said nothing, god she was stubborn. “Say it!” “Please Roper, please stop?” She was still trying to fight his lovemaking, she didn’t want to give in, she kept telling herself that she would not let her body have control over her. Roper kissed her hard, his tongue dancing with hers, twisting and turning making him just as crazy as he knew Kay was. “Say it,” he demanded. “Take me Roper, oh god take me,” she dug her nails into his back pulling him closer to her. “I can’t take it anymore, please I need to feel you inside me!” Roper flipped her over on the bed with her back to him, he spooned his body up tight to hers and slipped his cock in her wet pussy. There was not going to be any slow buildup, he had waited to long, this was going to be a hard fucking, one he had been waiting for forever. His cock pounded into her driving in deep with every thrust. His hand was at her breast pulling and tugging on her nipple, he would pinch it slightly causing her body to jerk against his. Kay was going to come, her pussy could not take much more of this onslaught without bringing her to a climax. Just as she was thinking this he pulled out of her. He was up and on top of her before she could think straight. He lifted her legs pressing them back into her chest as he rammed his cock back into her. She came, it was the most earth shattering climax she had ever had. Her cream covered his cock as she clutched his arms. Roper felt her pussy spasm just as her orgasm began, he felt the tightening in his balls as his seed began to erupt. He filled her pussy with his hot cum, spurt after spurt filled her to overflowing. He collapsed on top of her. They lay there like that for a couple of minutes, neither one of them moving. He leaned up on his elbows and leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. “I told you that you would beg Kay.” He rolled off the bed snatching his jeans up as he did. Kay watched him walk out the door without looking back. He was right, she had begged him to take her. Well, two could play this game and she had just two days to get her revenge....... The Cowboy Lyn hummed a country song quietly as she entered the barn. She had rented out the apartment up top to a "cowboy" while he worked for the farm. She laughed when she thought of him as a cowboy because up until about a month ago he had been a manager of some sort. He had apparently gone a little middle-aged crazy and left the hustle and bustle of regular work to chase a boyhood dream of a cowboy life. She had to admit, she was surprised he stuck with it. His horse was spirited and he was pretty green, more likely black and blue she thought as she chuckled to herself. He was thrown so many times that first week that she considered having the ambulance stand by. He kept getting up and trying again. He was actually started to ride fairly well. He still had a lot to learn about managing cattle but that would come with experience. She had teamed him up with her best cattle man; in spite of being older and more educated than him the new guy (she still called him that) listened and learned. "He might actually make it", she thought as she glanced up at his apartment. It was a slow day with a storm coming up so she had given him the hands a day off while she puttered around the house. The heat preceding the storm was stifling and soon she found herself outside in the barn. She had decided that washing her favorite horse might be a good way to cool down some. As she pulled Lucky out of his stall she wondered how he would act this time. He had gotten better about being washed but once in a while he would get a little ornery and shake off just as she was soaping him, soaking her to the skin. He seemed to take delight in making her look like a drowned rat. With the heat today she would almost welcome the unexpected shower. Sure enough, Lucky gave her a shower as soon as she approached him with the soap. He was particularly ornery today and she was soaked by the time she had lucky half way washed. Laughing with Lucky as she washed him down, she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. She peered over his neck and saw the new guy watching her wash Lucky. As she continued on around she kept glancing up at him in the loft. He was mostly hidden in a shadow and she realized he probably did not know she had seen him or he would have said something. She wondered for a moment what could be so interesting about a horse bath. She knew he had done several already and there was no real trick to it. "Then what would make him want to watch?" she pondered. As she wondered about this she watched the new guy watch her. His gaze was intense and suddenly she realized it was her she was watching not Lucky. She glanced down at herself in sudden embarrassment and realized that her t-shirt was soaking wet. She had not worn her bra today because of the heat and the wet-t-shirt made her look practically naked. She instantly turned red in embarrassment. Still she figured if he knew that she had seen him then she would be even more embarrassed so it was best to finish and slip out, never to mention this to anyone. As she finished washing Lucky she occasionally glanced up to see if he was still watching. He was. In fact he had moved to get a better view. She blushed again as she thought of him looking at her. But she was also a little excited thinking that a man actually wanted to see her "that way". As she glanced up a second time she saw something that made her blush even more. His right hand was moving in the shadows below his waist. It took her a while to figure out what he was doing but the second or third glance she realized he was playing with himself. She blushed again but this time with excitement. She found herself getting turned on by the realization that a man liked watching her body so much he was playing with himself. As her excitement grew, so did her nipples. The thin wet t-short made them look obscene. She was beginning to not care. She was so aroused now she began to make a show of it. As she finished washing Lucky she turned and looked directly at him. She saw him duck back deeper into the shadows until she licked her lips as seductively as she could while touching her nipples. Then she beckoned him out of the shadows with her finger. He stepped out of the shadows red-faced. His jeans were bulging at the front as though they could barely contain his cock. She motioned with her hand for him to show her. Slowly he reached down and hesitated. She urged him on by touching her nipples. Then she saw him slowly unfasten and unzip his jeans. As they slid down his thighs they revealed his underwear now with his cock straining to burst out. She continued staring up at him standing there in the hay loft before she urged him to take his pull down his underwear. He shook his head and pointed at her. Obviously it was a case of "you first". She hesitated a while then pulled her t-shirt off in one quick motion. Her huge breasts swung free. Her nipples were standing straight out in excitement as she heard him gasp. That gasp was as much applause as she would ever need and she smiled looking back up into the hay loft expectantly at him. He hesitated a few moments as if trying to gather the courage then slid his underwear down. His cock sprung free and bounced up and down quivering in excitement. She admired the scene. He stood there in a western shirt with his pants and underwear gathered around his boots while standing in a hay loft. It was a scene right out of her fantasies and she could not resist. Almost reading her mind he grabbed a blanket and through it over some hay bales. Lyn began the short climb up the ladder her breasts swinging in the air until he reached down and pulled her up the last one. They kissed hard; her nipples rubbing against his chest. While she reached down and stroked his hard cock. She broke their kiss and pulled down her shorts revealing her recently shaved lips. Then she hopped up on the blanket and pulled him to her. She sat two bales up and he hesitated only slightly as his cock touched her wet opening. He eased his thick cock into her as she felt herself stretch to accommodate him. Just as she stretched until it was almost painful he entered her. He kept pushing slowly inside her until she felt completely filled by his manhood. The feeling was so intense she almost came immediately. Slowly he began to move in and out of her. She could feel him throbbing with excitement already and knew he was not going to hold on for very long either. But all thoughts were soon lost in the intense pleasure she felt as he began to pound into her. What started out as soft and gentle soon became animalistic. In her passion she ripped his shirt off of him sending buttons flying. She ran her hands on his chest then around his back as he slammed into her. All too soon, she began to cum with such intensity that she scratched his back deeply. The pleasure and pain combined with her spasms around his cock made him cum with her as he shot load after load deep into her womb. They screamed together in ecstasy then he collapsed on top of her as they panted from the exertion. Eventually, they pulled away from one another as Lyn apologized for the shirt and his back. He just smiled and told her he was honored to be branded by her in such a way. "Maybe he'll make it as a cowboy after all." she though as she walked bowlegged back into the house, sore from their sex. The Cowboy "Would you walk with me a while?" I had just met him yesterday, a happenstance conversation on a day the sun was bright and birdsong abounded, twittering an ecstatic welcome to spring. He was tall; "The Cowboy" I called him, often seeing him on his morning rounds of the neighborhood where I work. I knew he had worked on a farm once, with his hands. They were square and long-fingered, fleshy in the way that some big men have. The skin of his palm was smooth and hard, worn – but warm, almost fiery, causing mine to sweat as he enveloped it in the paw of his own. Who holds hands today? A sweetness of yesterday, invoking images of innocence and trust, seen rarely these days. Ridiculous feelings, I know – he could be an axe murderer. The thought flitted from my mind as fast as it had entered. Sometimes, one just knows. Or doesn't, but spontaneity had overtaken any misgivings I had. I skipped along beside his long-legged stride, feeling lighthearted. Yesterday's parting salute, a kiss on the forehead, still burned on my brow. As we walked, he talked. Of his days on the prairie, his move to the city, how the bustle and noise here made one far lonelier than the bleakest windswept day back East, for there were always things to be done, and a good woman waiting for him to warm him with supper, and to lay her head in his lap at the end of the day. He stopped abruptly in front of a brightly coloured house, rescued from disintegration by the mostly-industrial area's gentrification. "Your hair is the same colour as hers used to be." There was a tiny lawn, surrounded by the inevitable white pickets, and meticulously kept yellow roses framed the door of the brick-red apartment home. He passed the hand holding mine behind my back and pulled me into the circle of his arms. My back thumped against the solid wall of his chest, and I could smell him. Laundry soap and shaving cream, leather and faint musk. The simple, honest smells of an uncomplicated man. But his heart thumped in his chest, and I felt mine redouble its pace, I felt his need. For what I wasn't sure, but his scent was a reassuring as the gentle sure grip of his hand. Ludicrous as the act of going with a complete stranger, I knew I would give this man what he wanted, and gladly. He pushed the gate open in front of us and ushered me in. A guiding hand in the small of my back – another touch of days gone by. Each touch a gentling, a warming. "My home. Would you –" he started, and swept off his hat. "I'm Jim." I turned to him and looked up, way up into his faded blue eyes. I felt charmed, even beguiled, but searching his face revealed only kindness, and faint trace of sorrow. His face was leathery, careworn and not pretty; handsome in the way of a man of another time. My answer was just as short as his introduction, and breathless. "Michele." "Yes, of course it is," he said quietly. He gathered me to him in a tight hug, one hand buried in my hair, the other curled snugly around the curve of my bottom. He bent his head to mine and breathed in deeply. "You smell so good, Shell." His tone was tender; the words familiar, like he'd said them many times before. He rubbed his cheek on the top of my head. "So soft, such pretty hair," he murmured. The sounds of the city faded away in his embrace. He released me, but I felt his reluctance. He took my hand again and led me around the side of his home. The back yard was just as tiny as the front, but quieter, surrounded by a tall cedar hedge. A small fountain burbled from a stone birdbath. Beside it, a wooden birdfeeder sat gaily on a wooden post. In the back corner, there was an old fashioned swing with a deep seat filled with cushions. A small ginger cat sat on the end of the seat, asleep. "Tom likes to watch the birds, but doesn't bother them. " Jim said. "He keeps me company." He gestured to the swing. "Won't you stay awhile?" I nodded, and his smile lit his eyes. Still, sadness lay upon them like a film and I longed to do something, anything, to relieve it. He shucked off his boots and his coat, hanging it on hook on the side of the swing. He sat on the very end, then swung his long legs up into it, leaning back on one arm. I didn't know what to do, and it must have showed on my face. He patted his lap and held out his arms. I'd committed the first moment I'd taken his hand, I suppose, so there was no backing out. Even with the swift pace of intimacy, I felt no harm, no fear. I wanted this, to be in his arms, to be held and to hold, as he seemed to need. I slipped off my shoes and turned to place them out of the way, and Jim caught me, pulling me to him. I landed on his thighs and they parted; it seemed natural to stretch out along him, my hips falling between his legs. Jim sighed deeply, and stroked my hair. My head lay low on his chest and I listened to his heart, his breathing, the rhythms of his body. His shirt was soft on my cheek, but I wanted to get closer. Tentatively, I reached to unbutton the nearest one to me, and then another. I slipped my hand into his shirt then, and stroked his belly, softly. "Soft hands, little Shelly." Jim sighed again, and continued play with my hair. Both hands now, rubbing strands between his thumbs, letting them fall though his fingers. He was warm, oh so very warm, and his touch, so very soothing. Low murmured words caressed my ears. Under my belly, his erection developed, as tall and strong as the rest of him. I wanted it very much, but was unwilling to break Jim's spell. Then Jim hand dropped to his belt buckle, and stopped. I looked up at him, wanting him to know that it was all right. "Will you...?" He paused. The yearning on his face was plain, touched with a little fear. I wondered if he'd ever done anything like this before, but pushed the thought away for the matter at hand. I slipped my hand from his shirt and put it over his, and nuzzled his belly, exhaling as I did so. Again he sighed, this time, in relief. He grew warmer, the heat radiating from his body penetrating my skin and warming my heart. He wore no briefs, no shorts – his cock pushed out from his fly as we pulled down the zipper. I wriggled my hips down, snuggling between his legs. His cock quivered, bobbing as I warmed him with my breath. I reached up to grab him wanting to taste, to feel his length, but he pushed my hand away. "Soft, sweet Shell. Let me." Confused, but wanting his way, I lay my head on his belly, my lips just grazing the base of his shaft. Again, his fingers returned to my hair, combing, pulling gently. He gathered the strands in the palm of his hand and wrapped it around himself. He groaned quietly, then again, with gratitude as I licked him delicately. I closed my eyes, letting everything around fade away. All that was left was the weight of his hand on my head, the smell of his cock, its heat on my skin. I kept still while stroked himself with my hair in his hand, I knew it wouldn't take long. His thighs tightened around my torso and he began to tremble. "Pretty hair, my pretty girl." Still he kept the caress slow, but I felt the tightening of his loins against my face. His belly was taut. His grip on my head flattened, pushing my lips against him. I whispered lovewords to him, loving the feel of blood rushing through veins when I pressed my lips in a kiss. Finally, he surged. From deep inside he groaned, the inarticulate moan growing to a quiet shout. I wrapped my lips around his root and reveled in the pulse of his release. His hips rolled and I could smell his seed spilling from him. Gradually, he quietened, stilled, his breath long, slow and regular. I was happy to stay a few moments and enjoy the peace we had created. Within moments he was asleep, or at least I thought he was. I tried to extract myself quietly. A quiet chuckle. "We're going to need to wash that hair, Shelly. The Cowboy Kelly watched the tall rugged man slide down off of his horse and slowly make his way over to her. Their eyes locked when he was about 20 feet away from where she was sitting. Her horse was tied a few yards away. She broke eye contact for a moment and looked around. She was in the middle of nowhere, a good half mile away from her small farm house. How in the hell did someone just happen upon her out here? Can't a girl get a little peace and quiet on the supposedly deserted plains? She didn't have too much time for these thoughts as the man sauntered over to her. She sat up a little straighter against the rock she was leaning on as he approached. She felt her stomach tighten as she got a better look at him. He was tall, with piercing blue eyes and dark hair. He had a healthy amount of stubble that was just a hair shy of a full beard. It was neatly trimmed but gave him a haggard appearance that she normally hated, but on him it fit. She could see a gleam in his eye that told her he would either have a biting comment for her or a pickup line. Under the circumstances she hoped for the former. He stopped a few feet away from her and she started to stand up, but he stopped her with a flick of his hand. "Goddamn city folk. You have no clue what you are doing, do you?" He growled lowly. Her eyes widened and she started to sputter some sort of comeback, but the look in his eyes kept her quiet. As she sat trying to come up with something to say that could appease him, she couldn't help but wonder how exactly she got here. How did she get in this position in the first place? Out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by cattle, no one who'd known her for more than a couple of years within 500 miles of her. Her eyes widened and her jaw clenched as in a flash she saw the whole picture, the big picture, from beginning to end, or at least until this moment. It was almost cathartic as she stared into his cold blue eyes. She recalled how it all began. ********** Kelly cheated on her husband. It took her a long time to be able to admit that without adding some sugar coated rationalization about how their marriage had been over months before she slept with someone else. She had finally gotten to the point in her life where she could admit her faults without trying to defend them. It wasn't a place she arrived at easily. For several months after her divorce, she would tell people that she and her husband had grown apart and gone their separate ways, but now she could finally admit the truth. She'd cheated on her husband. Plain and simple. Three years earlier Kelly had been a successful corporate woman buzzing and whirring her way up the various machines. Her husband had been a carbon copy. They had been married 2 years when the tedium and monotony of their lives first started to get to Kelly. She assumed that it was just the normal passing of their relationship into a less passionate, more comfortable phase. Most of her married friends agreed. They'd tell her it was just how it goes after a little while. The spark dies, but the relationship remains. And that's what you're supposed to build your lives on. The relationship. Kelly tried hard to buy into this philosophy. She really did. She ignored offers from other men. She tried her hardest not to fantasize about handsome strangers she met along the way. First, she stopped talking to her friends about her secret deep desires. Then, finally, she stopped talking to her husband about them. They used to have fun in bed sharing fantasies, but the longer they were together the less frequent their exciting moments got. They still had sex. A lot of sex from what she could tell from her other married friends. But it just wasn't exciting or core-shaking. It never really was. Kelly was not sure when exactly the moment came where she decided that she'd had enough, but one afternoon, sitting behind her big oak desk, she took a chance. A co-worker, Michael, had been sending increasingly flirty inter-office messages to her for the past few weeks and this time she responded with just as much, if not more, flirt. It started innocently enough. Michael was handsome and sexy and he made her feel like a goddess in bed. At first. He was a few years younger than she was so it was all a little forbidden on top of the fact that she was married. The first month of the affair was torrid, but eventually it began to take on the same slant as her unfulfilling marriage. Her exciting sexy affair became yet another thing in her life that she was obligated to do. She worked with the man, was even almost friends with him, so she couldn't very well just cut it off and return to life as normal. And she had the distinct impression that he was growing a little too attached to her. It was with some horror one day that she realized she had chosen the worst possible partner for a discreet affair. Even worse was the fact that she was so damn good at hiding it. Kelly realized that part of the reason she had allowed herself to be lead into the affair was because it was a way out of her marriage. But at the rate she was going, her husband was never going to find out. He was working 90 hours a week and he thought she was doing the same. In truth, she was working about 70 hours a week and fucking Michael the other 20. Her husband, Peter, loved her and trusted her. He was painfully content with their life, even happy with it. This made Kelly feel even worse, even guiltier, about her unhappiness and her moments with Michael. Now both of the men in her life seemed quite content with the status quo and she was even more restless. Something had to give. She and Peter had just settled down to a nice dinner one Saturday evening when she looked at him across her wine glass and said, "Peter, I've been sleeping with someone else. I feel horrible for doing it, but I'm so unhappy with my life I don't even know how to fully put it into words." She watched his eyes bug out as he swallowed his drink of water. At least she hadn't elicited a spit take. He argued with her at first. Declaring that they could work through it, save the marriage, that he was angry but could forgive her with a little work and a little time. That was Peter. The hero. The fixer. The ultimate good guy. By the end of the weekend she had made it very clear with a lot of explaining and a few tears from both of them that it was over. She wasn't happy. As she explained how she felt to him for the first time, Kelly was able to see her discontent a bit more clearly. It wasn't Peter. It wasn't Michael. It was her. It was her life and her job and her lack of interest in it all. As she fumbled with her words trying to make it clear to Peter as well as to herself, she experienced a brief but shining moment of clarity. She had to get away. Kelly hadn't thought too much about what telling Peter would do to her life, but she quickly realized that if she did not leave, then she would get sucked back into it all. Either with him or with someone else. She knew she had to leave the city, the entire state for that matter. The desire to start over - to wipe the slate clean, become someone else, someone much closer to who she really was - was so strong when it hit her it almost seemed too simple. That's what she decided to do. That would be her new motto. Keep it simple. She would do what made sense to her and no one else. She needed to start something that would be hers alone and not allow the world around her to shape her into a form she didn't even recognize. A voice in her head told her to go west. So, she went west. She took half of their savings -- Peter made her -- packed one suitcase, and then she started driving. Kelly ended up in southwest Kansas and decided that was far enough. During her first year she made a small purchase of land and an old farm house and began to rebuild her life. She did what she promised herself. She kept it simple. She kept to herself. She only formed relationships with a few nearby families and they were mostly business. She made a few smart moves and ended up with several heads of cattle and a few hands to work them by her second year. By her third year, she was sitting pretty. She had steady income, good land, and hard workers who respected her decisions. She knew just enough about farm life to know that she didn't know a thing and hired the right people to keep things running smoothly. Things weren't perfect though. Kelly was lonely. Several of the local people looked at her as an outsider who swooped in, stole land, and was now profiting from the back break of others. Kelly knew differently -- she knew just how hard she worked, how many hours she put in on her horse or in the fields - but she could understand their point of view. She had the benefit of coming into the situation with money and enough knowledge of the business world to make the right decisions for herself in the long run. So, she avoided most people and they avoided her. She had strong fences and enough help and protection that she didn't need to worry about everyone else. It had been months since anyone other than her four farm hands or the neighboring family had seen or spoken to her when the handsome stranger had accosted her. Given the facts that she didn't know who he was, he was on her land unwelcomed, and he didn't seem too happy with her, her defences were decidedly up when she finally opened her mouth to speak. ********** "I'm going to let you think about that for a second and then take it back if you're smart," she said with a little lingering heat in her voice. Kelly held the strangers gaze with what she hoped was just as much steel. His jaw lost some of its hardness for just a moment before he growled a low response. "And I'm going to let you take a good look at the horizon before you decide if you're going to stay out here any longer. You'll be heading back to the house. If you're smart." Kelly took a moment to break their heated eye contact. She looked past him to the western skies and noticed a wall of greenish black clouds steadily approaching. She realized that she must have been very lost in thought to not notice the change in the previously sunny sky. She was usually on top of the weather. Her face softened a bit as she gave the stranger a little nod before standing up. "Good choice," he chuckled darkly, "I knew you were smarter than you looked." Kelly turned on her heels to face him, the anger back in her pretty face. "I don't know who the hell you think you are..." "Whoa, whoa girl," he cut her off, "I'm just kidding. You shouldn't be so easy to work up. I'll just want to keep doing it." The playful look in his eyes surprised her. "Who are you again? And why are you out here? I didn't realize the Weather Bureau still sent out scouts." He extended his hand then. "James. I've been working on the neighboring ranch for a couple of months now." Out of polite habit she reached to shake his hand. "Kelly," she replied curtly. "I know," he all but grinned now, "I stopped by your place to see if anyone needed a hand with the coming storm. All of your hands were so busy hunkering down the house and barns that they didn't seem to know where you had gone. So, I told them I'd find you and make sure you got back home safely. Though I'm beginning to realize why they weren't too worried about you being sucked up by a twister. Assuming you're as warm and caring to them as you're being to me." If she hadn't heard the smile in his voice as he spoke his rather biting comments, she would have been angry. But the soft tones he used and the smirk on his lips made it impossible for her to be mad. "I'm not really a bitch you know. I just get a little defensive when strangers question my intelligence." He held up his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry about that Kelly. Now can I please get you home safely? If we don't get going soon we're going to be stuck in this field to ride it out." She nodded, looking up at the darkening sky. She could feel the change in the wind. It was gusting much stronger now and carried an eerie coolness and the smell of rain. She knew just how quickly a summer storm in the Midwest could turn deadly. Kelly mounted her horse and watched as James easily climbed on to his, his long jean clad legs winding around the strong animal. Kelly bit her bottom lip watching him, wondering to herself how she'd gone three years without feeling the strength of a man in her bed. The thought surprised her and she shook her head, thinking that it was not the time, the place, or the right man for those thoughts. They made the short ride in silence, the wind too strong and howling in their ears to allow for much conversation. As they rode next to each other, they were both surprised by the comfortable quality of the silence between them. James especially was impressed by the fact that she didn't seem to feel the need to fill the air between them with words. He was kicking himself for assuming the worst about her. He knew better than to believe everyone in town's assessment: that she was an uptight snobby know-it-all. His initial impression of her was that she was an intelligent warm woman who was in a tough spot in her life, whether she was willing to admit it or not. The first fat raindrops were beginning to fall as they made their way to the barn. Kelly insisted that James tuck his mount safely into the barn and come to the house to wait out the storm. The sky was black now and the trees were bent. By the time they made it to the house rain was coming in sheets, blowing horizontally. Kelly shivered as she peeked out the picture window in the living room, hoping the cattle were safe and her hands were protected in the barn. She voiced her concern to James but he assured her that they would all be ok. With the rain coming down like it was they were likely not on the receiving end of a funnel cloud, he told her. She nodded; recalling that weather tidbit from another source as well, but still looked worriedly out the window. She realized just how easily a tornado could tear apart all she had worked so hard to build. James moved next to her, standing close to her so that she could feel the warmth of his shoulder next to hers. "It really is goin' to be ok you know. But you should move away from that window just in case, Kel." The abbreviated version of her name caught her off guard and she rewarded him with the first genuine smile she'd bestow upon him. "Alright Jimbo," she smiled choosing a nickname she was pretty sure he'd hate. She made her way over to the sofa and took a seat. She was a safe distance from the window but could still see the action outside. He rolled his eyes at her obvious attempt to bate him and took a seat on the sofa next to her. "Jimbo huh? I don't think I'll be answering to that any time soon." She curled her legs under body and wiggled her bare toes. "But James sounds so formal, especially if you're going to call me Kel." He shrugged as he casually draped a long arm across the back of the couch. Turning to face her a bit as he spoke, "Well, that's my name. I can call you Kelly if you'd rather." She shook her head, turning to face him now, mirroring his body movements until she was practically curled under his arm, her bent legs separating their bodies. "No. I like Kel. No one's ever called me anything for short before. I like it." He watched her lips as she spoke; wishing he was paying more attention to her words, but the mood in the room had shifted. All he could smell was her. Her shampoo or perfume or soap was invading his nostrils and making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything but the scent of her. Her pouty bottom lip had his full attention as she spoke. He actually felt himself blush as he realized that she was very aware of the fact that he was staring. "Good," he finally said, saving himself, "Kel it is then." Kelly found herself enjoying being the object of his apparent desire for the moment. It had been a long time since she'd felt this relaxed with anyone, let alone a man she found so attractive. His soft white t-shirt was clinging to his body. It contrasted against the deep blue of his jeans and the deep tan of his skin. She fought the urge to run her fingertips along his collar. She wanted to feel him against her, feel his arms wrap around her as she sank her fingers in to his curly longish hair. She wanted to slide her soft lips against his and taste him. She felt herself blush at her rush of unwanted thoughts. She shouldn't be sitting there with him like this fantasizing about all of the things she wanted to do with him. She'd never live it down if anything happened between them. No good could come of it. Her reputation was already bad enough without giving everyone more fodder for hating her. But she found herself unable to take her eyes off of him. And his were just as locked on her. They hung in the moment together. Both wanting something to happen, but not moving. A loud clap of thunder made Kelly jump, her body gravitating closer to his. "It's alright Kel," he said soothingly, naturally, "The heart of the storm must be passing us now. It'll be over soon enough." She felt herself melt a little at how much he seemed to care about her safety and comfort. She knew then that she couldn't let this moment get away. She slid her legs down -- effectively removing the only barrier between their bodies -- leaning her body forward as she nodded in response to his words. She felt her heart skip a beat at what she was about to do, but she knew there was no way she was going to stop now. She tilted her head up towards his, hoping like hell he wouldn't push her away, and brushed her lips against his, lingering for a moment. James froze. He could not believe that the supposed ice queen was kissing him. She was so soft and warm and inviting that he almost didn't know what to do with himself as she softly leaned in and kissed him. Kelly felt the butterflies in her stomach slowly start to beat into a frenzy as he sat motionless. She was about to pull away and crawl under a rock when he finally came to life with a low throaty growl. She felt his arms slide around her body as his lips returned her gentle kiss. Her hands rested on his shoulders as their bodies pressed closer and closer with the intensifying kisses. She let out a soft whimper as his lips grazed down her jaw line to her soft supple neck. He nibbled and licked his way to her earlobe, sucking softly as she let out a soft moan. Kelly felt her body respond immediately with a fierce passion. The sleeping beast had been awakened and there would be no lulling it back to rest. She wrapped her arms around him, sliding over into his lap, straddling him. James slid his hands down her sides, along her ass and thighs, feeling her, loving how she felt in his hands. She sat up and pulled her t-shirt off revealing her full soft breasts, her pink nipples swollen and hard from want. Their eyes met and he smiled as she dipped her head to kiss him again. His hands found their way to her firm breasts and he enjoyed the shiver that went through her body as he played with them. Their kisses turned warm and playful as she tugged his t-shirt off of his body, pausing for a moment to take in the sight of him. "You're gorgeous," she murmured softly. He slowly shook his head at her compliment, a smile lingering on his lips. "Not like you are," he said simply. She slid out of his lap and stood before him. Slowly she undid her jeans and wriggled them down her full hips, tugging her undies off with them. Stepping out of them, she stood before him naked in the dim light of the storm. The rain beat against the house, filling the room with its sound, but Kelly could still hear James' heavy breathing as he took in the sight of her body on display for him alone. The Cowboy He shook his head again in wonder and his eyes widened as he watched her drop to her knees between his legs. His breath caught as she reached forward to unzip him, finally freeing his rock hard cock. "Oh my," she murmured as she wrapped her hand around him, seeing what he had to offer. She loved what she saw. He was perfect. Hard and throbbing, and all for her. She bent her head, her hair falling around her face as she brought her lips to his tip. She heard his long low groan as she wrapped her lips around him, sucking softly, wetly. She felt his hands slide through her hair, holding it back so he could watch as he slowly disappeared into her hot wet mouth. She brought her wide eyes up to his as she took him deeper, sucking him in so slowly. She loved the look of unbridled lust in his eyes as he watched her. As she sucked a little harder and began to slide him out, playing with her tongue as she went, his head fell back and his hips rocked. She knew that she had to feel him inside of her soon. She wanted to keep sucking until he exploded for her, but she had to have him. She loved the feeling of him sliding deep into her mouth, swallowing around him as she let out a little moan. His fingers in her hair tightened as he moved his hips, clearly trying to control himself. He let out a low, "Fuck..." as she pulled her mouth away, licking her lips as she looked up at him. She nodded as she stood. "Mmhm..." she purred teasingly as she took a step back. "Jeans off. Now," she said simply. She watched as he stood, enjoying how he towered over her tall frame. His jeans were off in a flash and his boots were tossed across the room. She laughed softly watching his haste as he sat back down, his eyes staring up at her in wonder. Kelly slid her hands slowly up her soft stomach, cupping each of her full breasts, massaging softly, playing with her hard nipples as he watched. She slid her hands down her sides, along her flaring hips and finally to her throbbing pussy. She arched her back as she slid one finger between her soft wet folds, feeling just how incredibly wet she was. Her eyes fluttered closed as she softly rubbed her swollen clit, letting out a soft moan at the sensation. James' eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the sight before him. He could hardly believe what he was looking at. The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen was playing with her perfect pussy. His cock was throbbing with need for her as he reached out, gripping her by the hips, pulling her closer. Kelly's eyes opened as she looked down at James, feeling his fingers replacing hers as he felt for the first time just how wet she was. He loved that he was the reason for her intense desire. He rubbed small circles on her throbbing clit and smiled when her body jumped in reaction. He dipped first one finger into her slick wet tunnel, feeling her clench him in response. He slid in and out of her a few times, wetting his fingers as he slid his fingers along her soft wet opening, feeling her, letting her feel him. Kelly licked her lips as she watched James play. She shivered when she finally heard him command, "Come here." She took the final step forward and was back in his lap. All she could feel was his warm hard cock pressing between her legs. She was so wet, so soaked for him, that when his head pressed against her it easily popped in. They both let out low groans when he first entered her. "Oh my God..." she purred as she let her weight sink him firmly inside of her. Their eyes met and with a few rocks of her hips he was planted as deep inside of her as he could go. They both froze for a moment, loving the feeling. She swallowed hard as she felt his fingers grip her hips, nearly begging for her to move. So she did. She gently rocked her hips, letting her head fall back as the sensation of him filling her took over. She slid her palms back on his thighs, bowing her body and hanging on for the ride. He buried his face in her breasts, licking and nibbling on her firm nipples, sucking on her full breasts. Her body picked up speed and soon she was wailing and shaking as she rode him furiously. Their slow easy love making quickly turned into something more ferocious and needy. His fingers dug into her hips and his sucking and biting on her breasts grew more forceful. Her body shook harder as she cried out, "James you're going to make me cum. Don't stop. Please..." He let out a loud moan as he lifted his hips to meet her thrusts, filling her so deeply. His body grinding against her throbbing clit perfectly. She felt herself begin to pulse as she let go, finally letting herself give in to what she'd been missing. As she unleashed around him, she clenched him so tightly that he couldn't hold back. He felt himself expand as he began to tense and shake beneath her. "Fuck Kel, I'm cumming, fuck girl..." he bellowed as he exploded inside of her. She rode harder, wanting to milk every drop from him as they came together. Letting out a long deep moan of satisfaction as her body collapsed onto his. They lay together in a heap for a few moments, both panting and trembling. When she finally sat up, she had a soft blush across her cheeks and neck. He leaned in and kissed her softly, his eyes speaking volumes. She eased off of him gently and tugged him by the hand. "Come on cowboy. Come upstairs. It's still storming out there." The Cowboy He was tall, just a tad over 6ft 2inches. He was broad across the shoulders and weighed 105 kg. With a mop of dark hair always falling over his eyes he had just turned 19 years of age. His darker features were a combination of an ancestral Cherokee infusion in the family tree. Which was not surprising as the family history harked back to the settler days in the early 1800's in Colorado and the gradual migration of his own family to his present location in Wyoming. The family had 600 head of cattle on a large spread of land just south of Drummond along the Mullan Road. It was a pleasant bit of grassland with Flint Creek and a couple of other creeks running from South to North, providing year round water. Except when they froze in winter. And it felt like it was on the way. The nearby mountains were already showing patches of white in the shadier areas. Brady Bent dismounted from his horse and led it across the forecourt of the farm house towards the stables. The last mob of cattle had been moved across Flint Creek to better pasture in the South paddock and it had been tiring work. As he reached the stable he could hear the extension phone ringing. His Mum and Dad had left yesterday for a family reunion in Butte so he figured this was a courtesy call from them to let him know how the function was progressing. No doubt they would regale him with names of people he had never met, or pass on the regards of his older sister Becky who was at University in Butte. There weren't ever many other callers so his approach was casual. "Hi, this is Brent. The folks are away so may I take a message for them?" The caller sounded a bit flustered but was able to say "Oh Brent, sorry to bother you. This is Sylvia Marshall from over Grassland's way. I was hoping your Dad was there as I have a cow trapped in a bog and I can't get the tractor going to pull it out." Brent wasn't the brightest nail in the box but he had an uncanny knack with mechanical devices. He vaguely remembered meeting Mrs Marshall and her daughter Caroline at the funeral of her husband nearly 3 years ago. "Well ma'am why don't I come over and see if we can get that tractor going for you? It will take me an hour or so to ride over on my horse because the folks have gone to Butte in the van." "Would you mind Brent? It is getting late and colder. Caroline is away and I could do with a hand to get the cow out before the rain arrives. And with your folks away I can fix you some supper." "That will be fine Mrs Marshall, my horse is already saddled so I'll just grab some tools and head over straight away." "Thank you Brent, you are a lifesaver if there ever was one." He said the perfunctory farewells then went to his toolbox and selected a range of tools he would need. Quickly stuffing them into a saddle bag he apologised to his horse for taking him away from a warm stall and headed out westward to the Marshall farm. He started at an easy canter but soon broke into a gallop. Harsh flurries of rain and some snow were beginning to fall so he grabbed his all weather coat from behind the saddle and put it on. Crossing the second creek left his jeans soaking wet and as he rode his legs got colder and colder. However he made good time to the Marshall farm and pulled up inside the stable so that his horse was out of the biting wind. Sylvia Marshall had heard him arrive and went to the stable to greet him. He could barely remember her from their one and only previous meeting. She was tall with smiling eyes and longish sandy coloured hair falling from below the Stetson she was wearing. He guessed she was mid 40's in age. She led him to the shed next to the stable where the tractor was parked. He checked it had petrol which it did, then looked at the outside of the engine for any signs of malfunction. Sure enough there was the problem. The ignition lead had come free from the coil so it took only a few seconds to reconnect it. He switched on the ignition and it fired up immediately. "OK Mrs Marshall -- where is the cow?" "Brady that was a quick fix but I would prefer if you called me Sylvia. Mrs Marshall is far too formal." "Sure ma'am, I mean Sylvia, I'll try and do that. Now we better go get that cow before it gets dark." So they took off; she driving the tractor and he riding his horse to where the cow was stuck in a boggy section of a creek. He lassoed the cow around the horn poll while she took out a long canvas harness and looped it over the cow's rear. She attached this to the tractors tow bar and then together they managed to pull the cow out of the muddy bog. "You go on ahead Sylvia. I will take this cow through the ford to wash some of the mud off and then I will drive it back to the stable for a hosing down." Brady said. Within ½ hour he had the cow slowly being guided by his horse to the farm house. He got it into a pen where he used a hose to wash it clean. Then he transferred it to another pen full of hay where it could recover overnight. He unsaddled his tired horse, gave it a quick rub down and shut it in a warm pen full of hay. He realised his legs were still wet and his jeans covered in mud as he made his way to the house. It was really blowing hard, with sleet in the air too, and he didn't fancy the long ride back to his place either. Sylvia met him at the door and seeing the state of his clothes suggested he take a hot shower while she put his jeans into the washing machine. He followed her directions to the bathroom and she waited outside while he took off his boots and stripped off his jeans. He handed them to her through the partly open door then turned on the shower and undressed. He was in the shower for about 5 minutes when Sylvia entered and placed a large pair of jeans on the stool next to his other clothes. She picked up his shorts and said "These could do with a wash too." Then she turned to look through the steamed up glass door of the shower. "My, how you have grown Brady since I last saw you. You were a big boy then but you have grown into a very handsome and large man since then." He wasn't aware that his profile was being carefully studied, nor did he feel any embarrassment. He had no experience of male/female relationships, outside of the natural coupling of farm animals. His parents were cordial to each other in an almost platonic way and it had been fairly natural with his sister to be seen in various degrees of nakedness as they grew up. In effect Brady was almost totally sexually ignorant. His manner around older women had always been deferential without any sexual overtones. So Sylvia's presence in the bathroom created no concern. He switched off the shower, stepped out and grabbed a handy towel to start drying himself. Sylvia, on the other hand was treated to a vision of manhood that she could understand but hardly comprehend. This strong, muscular body she was looking at was taut and trim. His buttocks were narrow and hard from riding so much, the stomach was flat with ridges of abdominal muscle. And the glimpse of his manhood below a curly haired pubic thatch was circumcised, long and thick, even in repose. Her heart began to flutter and long, almost forgotten , feelings began to stir in her loins and stomach. She excused herself muttering something about supper being nearly ready and left hurriedly. Brady had a momentary inkling that something unusual had happened, but it was beyond his knowledge, so he calmly got dressed and entered the combined kitchen/dining area. "These jeans are a good fit" he said, turning around to show Sylvia. "They belonged to my husband." she replied calmly. "He was about your size until his sickness took hold and they became too big for him. You can keep them because no-one around here could ever wear them." "Thank you, they will be a good replacement for those old ones in the washer. These also have a lining inside the legs that will keep out the cold." he stated. Sylvia motioned him to take a seat and brought out a tureen of pea and ham soup. She ladled a healthy amount into his bowl and they began to eat. This was followed by pan fried eye fillet steaks with potatoes, beans and peas. Then came dessert followed by a jug of strong coffee. They had talked about farming in general, the forthcoming winter and then Sylvia said "My daughter Caroline is about your age. It would be nice if she and your sister got to meet and become friends. These large farms can become lonely places for the young." "I guess, said Brady, "but there is so much work to be done there is no time to get lonely." 'Have you got a girlfriend Brady?" asked Sylvia a little bit slyly. "No ma'am, I never had time to go to town or the city, except for school. All my school friends tended to be male because we were more involved with sport than lessons." he said quite simply. "Didn't you have a partner at the school dances?" she pried. "Most of the time I danced with my sister. It is easier with someone you know when you make mistakes." he laughed. "Oh so you can dance then?" she enquired. "Not really. I'm OK with line and barn dancing because you dance mostly on your own. I have trouble with the close-up stuff because I am too big and clumsy -- my feet always get in the way." was his naive reply. "I have a gramophone here with some nice slow music. Maybe you might let me teach you the basic steps if you would like?" Sylvia said as her heart missed a beat waiting for his reply. Just at that moment it began to pour with rain, lashing against the house with a fury. They looked at each other in surprise and got up out of their chairs to look out of the window. It was almost a torrential downpour and they could see very little except a grey and white curtain of rain illuminated by the porch light. It was coming in horizontal under the porch roof and beating against the window they were standing at. "Dang, these new jeans are going to get wet on the way home." said Brady. "There is no way you or your horse are going out in that weather tonight, said Sylvia quite sternly. "There are plenty of spare beds here and I wouldn't want your parents to think I was so uncharitable as to make you go out in that." "Well I guess it would be nicer here in the warmth, and maybe if I helped with the dishes, you might teach me those dance steps after all." was his soft reply. They did the dishes quickly, each with their own private thoughts about what was to follow. Sylvia set up the record player with a slow Vienna waltz and then beckoned Brady to come and stand in front of her. She had taken off her heavy cardigan because the wood fire was now throwing out a lot of warmth. Brady looked in astonishment. She was wearing a thin man's shirt with most of the top buttons undone and he could see the top of a silky bra above which her breasts bulged upwards. "Now Brady, said Sylvia not wanting to lose the moment, take me in your arms like so." She took his right arm and pulled him in to her and placed it on her shapely hip. Holding his left hand with her right hand she raised it to shoulder height and then stepped in so that their bodies touched. Then she put her left hand at the base of his neck on his shoulder. She took a deep breath before saying "Step forward with your left foot, then with your right, then again with your left but turned outward from your body -- in time with the beat of the music." So they began to practice. Brady soon got the rhythm right and the feel of her body against his was both reassuring and comfortable, size wise they fit well together. Sylvia then proceeded to show him other steps in the dance. By the time they changed to the second record Brady was doing very well. "Now the way they do it professionally is that we stand slightly sideways from each other. As we step our leading leg goes between the partners legs. We also need to be holding each other closely to maintain balance. Would you like to give that a try?" she asked quietly. "Sure, that should be easy." said Brady. So taking the proper stance they began again but Brady kept misjudging the distance and his quad muscles kept bumping Sylvia in the groin. Her body responded as the 'feelings' began again. She decided to reciprocate and allowed his groin to bump into her thigh by delaying her backward step. From her point of view this had the desired effect as the bulge between his legs began to grow. Her hopes were short lived however as he soon became conscious of the effect on his manhood and pulled away from the tight embrace. "What is the matter Brady?" she asked solicitously. In his innocence Brady replied "All this bumping has made my pecker grow and I am feeling strange." "Does it hurt?" "It does a bit because without shorts underneath it is pressing against the fly of the jeans." he answered truthfully. Suddenly Sylvia realised her artful scheme might have a chance of success. "Why not unzip your fly and let your pecker become free?" she daringly asked, hoping he would not feel too ashamed in front of her. So he unzipped his fly and his cock dropped out. It was about half hard and already close to 6 inches long. Sylvia stood in awe and watched as it grew longer, thicker and harder to be almost 8 inches in length. "Oh my goodness, what a gorgeous pecker." she said and reached out her hand towards it. "Where does it hurt? Let me kiss it better for you." And before Brady could say a word she took it in the palm of her hand and started to kiss along its length. "I don't think you should be doing that Mrs Marshall." Brady stuttered. "You are creating even more strange feelings that I don't know how to control." "Brady my dear I don't want you to control them, I want you to let them go. And I want to show you how this thing works and why it makes women so happy when it is used properly." "Come with me ." She led him into the master bedroom with its big double bed. Brady followed but not sure what was going on. He also felt strange with his erect manhood sticking out from his jeans. Sylvia stopped, knelt down and pulled his jeans down around his feet. "We won't be needing those for a while." she said. "Take off your shirt dear while I get these duds off." Sylvia faced him fully as she unbuttoned the shirt and took it off, revealing a sheer bra through which her aureoles and nipples were very obvious. Brent had never seen a female breast before and when she took off her bra and her breasts bounced a little bit he put out his hand to feel them. Sylvia guided his hand to her nipple and covering his hand with hers began a soft circular motion over the nipple. He was astonished to feel it growing harder and longer under the palm of his hand. Sylvia disengaged her hand and pulled of her slacks, revealing matching panties that barely covered her thick sandy bush of pubic hair. Brady thought she must have peed herself because they were quite wet in the crutch area. She peeled them off to stand stark naked in front of him. He saw a quite slender but nicely rounded body. The breasts were full and pushed away from the rib cage like two mountain peaks. Her hips were nice and sloped on each side of a slightly rounded tummy. He couldn't understand why his pecker was now another inch longer and dribbling at the end through his pee hole. "Sylvia, he almost cried, what is happening to me?" "Sweetheart you are about to become a man. Your body is reacting naturally to the opposite sex. Just like the cows and bulls, you are going to mate with me. Not to produce babies but simply for the joy of it, because as humans we can do this just for pleasure. There is no sin; it is a natural inbuilt desire in our genes. And I have to say that after 17 years without it I desire you inside me like you could never believe." She had said what she wanted to say, now she wanted to make it happen. "Is this what they call sex Sylvia?" he asked. "Yes it is my darling man and I want your sex, (pointing at his cock), inside my sex." as she opened her legs and pulled apart her labia lips to let him see her full womanhood. He walked around the bed to her side, pushed her face down on the bed and rammed his 9 inch cock into her wet pussy. She grunted with pain as he entered her and gasped as his length hit the end wall of her vagina. He just stood there like that for a few moments then said "Why is nothing happening?" "Although you are built like a bull you need to push it in and out to feel what a bull feels." came a muffled reply from her face buried in the duvet. So Brady began to fuck her like a bull. No finesse, just straight hard thrusting. Within minutes he could feel something rushing up the inside of his cock and spurting out of the end. He could also feel Sylvia's vagina walls contracting and rippling along the length of his cock -- but he had no idea why. Thus he lost his virginity. Sylvia was quite happy where she was, contracting over this immense girth of manhood deeply imbedded within her. She rode the climax quietly; enjoying once again the intimacy, her feelings of fulfilment and the joy of having a male member within her holiest of sanctuaries. At 43 years of age she had never been fucked like a cow before and that made her giggle. "What's so funny." Brady asked. "It would take a lifetime to tell you, but instead I am going to teach you so that you will know in future how to pleasure a woman properly. Let me get up and I will show you what you might be capable of." Brent pulled himself out of her slowly, almost afraid there would be something wrong with it at the other end. All he found was that it was covered with a slightly sticky liquid and smelled sort of musty. He realised that his bladder was full and he needed a toilet. Sylvia pointed him to her private en-suite. When he returned Sylvia was lying on the sheets with the covers pulled aside. As he approached she leant over and putting her hands on his behind, pulled him to her face. His penis was almost back to normal size. Taking it in one hand she lowered her head and took him into her mouth. Her other hand caressed under his ball sack and within seconds he was hard again. "Lordy, ma'am but that sure feels good and you've made my pecker hard again." he said. She nodded as she proceeded to suck on as much of his cock as she could get into her mouth. After a while her jaw started to ache. 'You are out of practice girl' she said to herself. She took him out of her mouth then rolled over so he could get into the bed. As he lay down on his back, absolutely unsure of his part in whatever was going to happen next, Sylvia said "Brent I want you make believe you are a baby and suckle my breasts." He half rolled over and took a nipple in his mouth and started to suck on it. Then some hidden instinct made him take one hand and fondle her breast and instead of sucking he began to tease the nipple with his tongue. Sylvia had hold of her favourite toy again and was masturbating it like there was no tomorrow. Then she suddenly rolled on top of Brent, moved into a squatting position over his penis and lowered herself onto it. It seemed to take an age to reach her cervix and she could feel the sides of her vagina expanding to take its girth. She lowered a breast to his mouth and began a slow sensuous glide up and down his 9 inches. As her excitement mounted inside she fingered her clit when suddenly Brent's hand covered hers. She let her hand slide away and his stayed, fingering her clit for her. Being done by someone else always heightens the sensations and she could feel her orgasm mounting. She began to ride harder and faster and was overjoyed to feel Brent thrusting upward as she came down onto his hips. Within a very short time she was gasping, her The Cowboy pelvis was doing sideways and circular motions and Brent had now pushed one finger in along his cock and was flicking her clit from side to side. Being without for so long became a blessing as the dam broke and she just flooded. Her juices ran down over Brent's finger, over his ball sack and into the sheet in a big puddle. She had never come to a climax as powerful as this before and she collapsed onto Brent's chest. She was sobbing, laughing, sighing, and gasping all at the same time. She lay there and felt his hand come up and stroke her hair. 'Oh what a loving wondrous gesture from a sexually immature boy -- no he was definitely a man now' she thought. She bent down and gave him a full on the mouth kiss. Then he exploded inside her. She couldn't believe the volume or force of his come. It was like someone repeatedly knocking on her cervix door. His cock was pulsing along its length as he unloaded time and time again. He was gasping for air when he finished. "Are you all right Sylvia," he whispered. "You have no idea how 'all right' I am just at the moment" she murmured. "What does it feel like for a woman when that happens?" he asked innocently. "It is a feeling of joy, excitement, love, tenderness and a sparkling nervous energy hitting all of our female sex zones at the same time. It is not the same for every woman; in fact where the man doesn't take enough time to allow a woman to reach climax, she may never have an orgasm in her life. You have rekindled within me what I lost only a few years after my daughter was born. My husband's illness attacked his prostate gland first and he couldn't make it go hard, so for nearly 17 years I haven't had sex. I might never have experienced those feelings again if you hadn't been here." "Wow Mrs Marshall, that's a lot for a country boy like me to take in; but if it makes you happy I can sure come over some times and service your tractor or something. I never knew anything about this sex thing but it sure is sweet with someone as pretty as you" said Brent. "Well that would be nice for sure, so long as your folks don't get suspicious if you are absent too often." she replied, "and my name is Sylvia, but you can call me any time you want because when you come here the only thing that will need servicing is me." They slept and in the early morning he was gone. She vaguely heard his horses hooves as he left but was feeling so loved she went back to sleep, dreaming of the day he would return. The Cowboy My whole life changed when on a vacation trip my wife Melissa, that everyone calls "Mel" met a Cowboy performing in a tourist town. We had moved to Arizona a few months earlier. With the boys out of the house now it was our first trip alone in our camper. Mel wanted to see Tombstone so I picked a campground right on the town limits. The first night in was great as it was the first time I had gotten to fuck her in the camper. Having other people within twenty feet if us seemed to spur Mel into a wild climax with me realizing this was the first time I didn't have to wait for her. She was cumming on my cock before I had given it any thought. Rushing to catch up I was pumping like crazy to send my sperm into her. Then Mel spoke softly. "You know, you don't have to hurry to catch up. We could slow down and then I can cum again when you cum. Or, we could do it again later." I was surprised. I didn't remember any time I had ever made her cum twice, unless it was early in the marriage. We had never done it twice in one night. Usually it was me that was uncertain that if she had actually cum or when I knew she was usually faking it. "I'd didn't want to miss out. I didn't think about you wanting to try to cum again." I gasped, trying to get air. "Just stop with it still in me." She cooed. "We'll build back up to it." Every couple of minutes Mel would rock up under me. She would watch my face and know just when to let up. She was teasing me by taking me to the edge and then not let me cum and we both knew it. I didn't have any complaints, but it was a new experience to me. Eventually she slipped up and rocked one time too many. Grabbing my ass she got all my cock she could, sending her into a intense orgasm as I empty my balls into her. We laid with me in her as my cock softened and slipped from her soaked pussy. Rolling apart we were still both gasping for breath as the camper A/C struggled to get the Arizona heat cooled around us. Mel played with her pussy lips. Something I had not had ever seen her do before. She looked at me as her mouth flashed into a smile. "I've never felt some much cum in me. A lot of it is mine, I know. I'm trying to keep it in me for a long as I can." There wasn't any worry about her getting pregnant. We decided after two boys that we would not have more children. I had gone to Dr. Snipper and had the boys disconnected years before. Mel wasn't the typical Mormon girl, although her parents wanted her to have lots of kids, Mel, with my approval, decided she was done. Her parents weren't as concerned as they would have been. The problem there being she being Mormon and me not so much. My wife Mel and I had both had lived in the Salt Lake area our whole lives, met in high school, then married against her parents wishes. When met when we went from middle schools to high school Mel stood out in the crowd. At age 15 she was as tall or taller than most of the boys. A lot of kids called her "Stretch" due to her height, but it became mostly "Stilts" as people would realize it was her long legs that made her so tall. I was in love with her the first day. With Mel it took most of the school year for her to even notice I was around. I guess guys like shorter girls, and with Mel already at six foot two I was the only one to ask her to an upcoming dance. Most of her girlfriends were going and I hesitated to ask her for fear of being turned down. Mel didn't have much for boobs, but those long legs ended at a nice ass framed nicely below a trim waste. I was only five foot seven at the time and felt odd looking up at her to ask her out. On the dance floor I found myself with my eyes just above nipple level. We danced and both had a good time as we felt the stares and heard the whispers from the other kids. This went on through high school. Dating or just being pals. Every few months Mel wanted to fuck. It was worth waiting around for. We married the summer after we graduated from high school. Mel's parents insisted she go to college, so they paid for that while I worked my way into low level management jobs. Both kids were born during that time with Mel juggling babies and classes. Her education and good looks got her good jobs in the health and insurance industries. Now an easier life comes as the boys have their own interests and our jobs provide us with 5 weeks vacation time each year. Which brings us up to me finally climbing off my wife in a camper trailer. "It's still early. Let's get dressed and walk around the campground." Mel put on a loose top with no bra and wore her cow girl jeans. She had the g-string in the suitcase that I had bought as a joke a couple of years earlier. It wasn't really a joke to me at the time, but that was my cover story when I could see my idea was backfiring. She said the g-string would keep the jeans from riding into her pussy slit. Much to her parents dismay, there was no reason for her to wear Mormon undergarments since we were not married in a Temple Ceremony and I wasn't raised Mormon. Outside, in the still hot Tombstone evening, as we walked along, Mel seemed almost giddy. The people camped near us that were outside in the evening air gave us the look that said they had heard what went on inside our camper earlier. "They act like they must have heard us." I muttered. "I was a little extra loud so they would ..." She trailed off her words. "Well, aren't you the naughty girl!" "I do feel like being a naughty girl. I'm all squishy down there. I think I've already leaked out enough to soak the thong and come through the jeans. Want to feel?" "Here?" "We don't know anybody here. Feel me!" I reached out to touch the jeans at her crotch. "Damp, but not really wet." She unbuttoned the jeans and lowered the zipper. "No feel inside." "God Damn, Mel. What will people think if they see us?" "They'll probably think we aren't married." The crotch of the thong was soaked. "Now feel me!" She rasped into my ear. She was soaked. I worked a finger inside. She came down hard on my hand with her pussy and pressed her lips into my mouth for a really hot kiss. Mel had stopped growing at six foot three in high school. Me? At five foot nine inches I had never caught up. When it came to kissing she had all the leverage. Before I could get away to get my breath she had cum on my hand. And, loudly enough for anyone within earshot to know what was going on. I got my hand out of her pants. She fastened up and thanked me. "I needed that!" She grinned. Back at the camper we did it again. It was like back in our pre-marriage days. All of a sudden she was hornier than hell and I was grateful as hell. Glad to be along for the ride. We fell asleep without either of us cleaning up. The next morning we had early plans to head into Tombstone to see the sights. The sheets on the bed smelled of sex. "I'm not going to change them until it starts to smell like a cathouse in here." My wife proclaimed with a wave of her hand. She started to get dressed. She put a pair a skimpy panties like I had never seen her wear before. Then blue jeans and a plaid Cowboy style shirt. She slipped on a pair of sandals with three inch heels. You think most women would wear flats and stoop down a little to keep from looking taller that their husband. Not my Mel. She was pouring it on. When we got into Tombstone people immediately noticed. Mel was loving the attention and seeing people talking quietly while looking straight at her. We went down the main street already filled with tourists, stage coaches, and make believe Cowboys hawking tickets to gunfight shows. Several of the Cowboys at the main intersection stopped their spiels to speak to her. Mel wiggled, giggled, and bounced as she spoke back to them for their entertainment. Mel seemed to take a little more interest in one Cowboy more than the others. He wore a big black hat, a leather vest, chaps, and a big six shooter strapped to his waist. The guy looked like he just walk out of a western movie. Slightly distracted by a mule pulling a wagon past them I got my wife ushered off to check out some of the shops. We spent a couple of hours looking at typical tourist junk offered for sale. Some of it kind of neat, all of it overpriced. Then I got a little lost talking to a shop owner. When I looked around for Mel she was gone. A quick look throughout the store left me still looking for her. Through a front window I could see her outside leaning over a porch rail talking to the Cowboy. She was standing just outside the entrance to the store. Because they were several feet apart I found that if I stood just to the side of the opening I could her what was being said. As I was staining to hear I was taken by how good her ass looked at the top those long legs as she bent over that rail to talk to him. "If you are a really Cowboy, where is your horse?" "Well, if I had him here there would be no where to ride him." "Then is that a real gun you are carrying?" "Sure is!" "Then shoot that man over there." Mel waved towards another Cowboy. "All that would do is piss him off. If I shot him it would be hard to hire someone to take his place. They don't let us use real bullets anyway." "I bet you are not even a real Cowboy. Probably some actor from New York City." Mel teased. "Oh, I'm a real Cowboy alright. We have a way of dealing with city gals like you." Mel was really getting into it. I could she her ass sway a little bit as she talked to him. From the way she propped herself on the rail she probably had her boobs pushed up to show some cleavage. The guy was getting into it, too. "How do you plan to deal with me? Are you threatening my virginity?" My wife burst into a goofy giggle. "Isn't it too late for that?" "Are you trying to say I am not a virgin? You don't look like you could do a girl much damage." Mel looked around. Probably to see if I was near. She could not see me in the shadows near the door. "I wouldn't say there would be any damage, but you look like you would enjoy the experience. You ever had nine inches pounding up inside you?" I thought that was going to be it. Mel wasn't much to take much shit, and was easily pissed off when someone made a crude remark. Instead she seemed to perk up a little more. "You don't look like an nine inch kind of guy. I'd have to see it to believe it." "Really? Would you fuck me if it were true?" "I'd think about it ... " Mel's voice trailed off." "I've got access to a room above the saloon. You'd love it. It's done up just like a hotel room from the late eighteen hundreds." Mel paused a moment. "I'd have to see if I can get away." "Was that your husband with you when I saw you earlier?" "Yes, it is. He's a really nice guy." It felt good to hear her say that. In the mean time I was wondering how serious this was becoming. Did she mean it, or was she just messing with the guy and bathing in the attention she was getting? "You can bring him along if you want. Maybe something you two never thought of doing together before. I'd tell you what you can just look, I'll even let you touch it. You wouldn't have to fuck it if you decided not, too. No hard feelings, so to speak." Mel was staring straight at him. I've known that stare before. Like when I assumed something she didn't agree with or maybe when I had simply pissed her off. I knew the look. The Cowboy was feeling it, too. Almost like he was afraid of what was coming next. "Do you play cards, Cowboy?" "Sure do! You want to play cards instead?" "No, I think I'll call your bluff. I don't think you have an nine inch cock, but I wouldn't mind seeing that room above the saloon. Maybe it will be good for a laugh or two." For me, I could not believe I just heard my wife say the words "nine inch cock" to a stranger. Mine own cock was starting to stir in my pants. "When you go to the saloon, go out the back door. There's a back stair off the porch. It's room six. The second door on the right. If I go over there in twenty minutes will that be enough time for you to either ditch your husband or bring him along?" "I am thinking about going over there right now. I could tell my husband I got lost. But, I probably better go find him." "In that case, when you are ready go on over. I'll watch for you from the street. I'd love to see what it's like where those legs of yours come together." They stood there grinning at each other. I stepped outside and asked the Cowboy if my wife was bothering him. "Oh, there you are? How did I lose you?" "I was inside talking to the store owner" I replied. "Listen, Hon, I was going to look at some of the craft items in the stores down the street. Would you rather go off on your own or be bored hanging around with me?" "No, I'll go with you. I wouldn't want to lose you again." "Really? I know how you get bored and will want me to hurry." "I guess if depends if you are going to look at crafts or an nine inch cock." It was really quiet for a while. "Oh, my God! Did you hear that? I was just putting the guy on. You know a girl loves a little attention." "He said there was no obligation. It might be good for you. Take a look and get it out of your system." I challenged. The three of us all knew if she probably wouldn't just look and leave. It was almost a dare. I didn't want to see her fuck another man, but if she was going to fuck another man I wanted to be there to see it. Mel started walking towards the saloon. "Back stairs, room six, second door on the left?" I asked. The Cowboy nodded. A woman behind the bar gave Mel an evil kind of look when she stepped out the back door. We tried to look casual. It the room it was just like the man said, late 1800's down to the wallpaper, light fixtures, furniture, everything. We looked at each other and grinned. It was like a movie. I sat in a chair. Mel sat on the bed. It creaked under her. Even the bed was authentic with its old fashioned springs. Mel bounced up and down a few times, laughing at the sounds the old bed made. The Cowboy came in after we had sat in the room about ten minutes. Ten minutes of me looking at Mel wondering if she would go through with. Her looking at me, wondering whatever she decided to do, as to how I would react to it. "I don't usually go to a hotel room with a woman if don't know her name." The Cowboy stated. "Mel." My wife blurted out nervously. "Mel ... short for Melissa." She didn't tell my name. He didn't offer his. "Mel, you are the one that called my bluff. Do you want to unwrap the package?" "I have the option to just look. Show me!" Shit! She was going through with it. Maybe she would just look and we'd get out of there. He laid the gun belt on the dresser. One more buckle took off the chaps and his pants. He stood looking at Mel in a pair of un-Cowboy like white briefs. My wife sat transfixed on the bulge in his shorts, biting her lower lip. The Cowboy stepped to about a foot away from where she sat on the bed and stopped. Mel looked up to his face. "Are you going to show me?" The Cowboy flipped down his briefs and this huge cock sprang towards Mel's face. She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. She seemed to learn a little towards it when she remembered I was in the room. "Are you going to let her touch it?" I heard the Cowboy ask me. "I learned long ago not to tell her no. She is on her own." One hand came up. Mel ran the flat of her fingers across the head and then down the length. "Fuck!" It wasn't like Mel to use the word. "It really must be nine inches." I was impressed. I thought I gave her what she needed with my six incher, but this thing was at least 2 or 3 inches longer and twice as thick. "Do you want to taste it? See how it feels in your mouth?" He asked her while he was looking at me. "No," Mel kissed the head of it, keeping her hand on it as she moved her face away. "I am deciding if I want to try to get it in me. I don't know how deep I could take it. I'm not even sure the head will go in." All the time she was looking at me. As if now that my wife was asking now that she has a stranger's cock in her hand and has kissed the end of it, would it be okay to let him fuck her. I had mixed emotions. Ninety-Nine percent said to stop it, and one horny percent was wanting her to try. It looked like the one percent was winning. Mel kicked off her shoes and stood up to take off her clothes. Then I noticed that even in spite of his long cock the Cowboy wasn't any taller than me. "I'm sure if you are wet enough we can get it in you. I'm willing to get my face between those long legs of yours and be sure of that." "Being wet enough is not going to be a problem. I soaked down there just from seeing you cock." As she stood naked in front of the Cowboy I could see that she was wet and her out lips were swollen in anticipation. I didn't expect her to strip down completely naked. With Mel, she doesn't want to miss a thing. The Cowboy followed her lead. I was sure his cock looked even harder and longer than he bragged about it being. The bulging head was larger, even for a huge cock like his, and shaped like a saddle with the head flared wide at the end of the shaft. Mel would have her hands full. Or, cunt full, it would seem. "Listen, I don't care how wet you think you are down there, I want to taste that sweet little cunt of yours." "You'll be wasting your time. You can't make me any wetter, but since you insist ... " Mel looked at me and laid back on the bed. Showing off those long legs I loved to crawl between in our marriage bed, she opened them in a wide "V", causing the Cowboy to inhale a deep breath. "Well, come on now if you are going to eat me, let's see if you are any good at it. But, hurry we need to see if that sweet prick of yours is going to fit." I watched as another man lowered his face into my wife's pussy and start tasting her juices. I heard Mel groan. It was unreal that my wife would allow this, and yet I sat and watched this unfold with no word of protest. She moved her legs in and pushed her new lover's face even deeper into her flowing cunt. Within minutes Mel had cum several times on his tongue. "Come on. Fuck me. I have to get that beautiful of cock of yours in me somehow." It was real. She was going to try to fuck him. Mel looked at me with a defiant gleam in her eyes. What I thought about it didn't matter at all. She was mesmerized by that huge cock. Both stood up to change positions on the bed. Mel towered over her Cowboy like she did me. "How do you want it? Do you want to be on top so you are in control, doggy style, or just plain old me on top?" He asked. Mel turned and glided into the bed, showing her wet pussy peeking out from between her ass cheeks, then flipped over on her back. Spreading those long legs of hers obscenely as she exposed her womanhood, eager for the Cowboy to join her. "I'm an old fashioned girl. Come here." Mel patted her pussy. The bed creaked under her movements. They didn't even remember I was in the room. From where I sat I was the forgotten man even though the chair put me within three feet of the bed. All I could do was sit still and watch. His nine inches was huge bobbing in front of him, half again longer than mine and so thick. He joined my wife in the old bed. He grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of pumps, then aimed it at Mel's glistening slit. My wife was rocking her hips towards the head of his cock. She seemed in another world with her desire. The Cowboy slid the tip up and down her cunt in an effort to lube his cock and spread Mel's outer lips. Then as he tried to push forward Mel started to take part of the head. From where I sat she looked like she would split open. She was pushing back at him as he tried to push into her. The Cowboy I really thought that maybe she would not be able to take him. Yet, I could see progress as her puffy lips were covering half of his cock head. The Cowboy was grunting as all kinds of noises were coming from Mel. She was looking down, now smiling as she could see the monster was starting inside her. In my mind I always thought that a cock like his would give a woman fits. Even though his cock head looked almost the size of a tennis ball Mel's inner lips were squeezing the spongy tissue. "Are you all right?" He asked. "Oh, my God, yes! Don't stop pushing." Suddenly I couldn't see anything but shaft. The head had gone inside. They both stopped. Remaining motionless, Mel began to sob. Tears ran down her cheeks. "Did it hurt you?" I was concerned. Not wanting her hurt, but hoping it did because of what she was doing to me, to our marriage. My wife laid splayed open by another man's cock. My question jolted her to remember more than just the giant prick head stretching her cunt open. "Honey, I'm so happy. When I saw it I had to have it in me. It feels like nothing I've ever felt. I love you for letting me do this. I wish I could have this feeling forever. Your little housewife is being ravaged by another man's cock. I want him to fuck me with it so much." So much for remorse. The Cowboy added a little more pressure. "Wait, take it out for a second." The Cowboy looked at her like he thought she was going to make him stop. It made a plopping sound when he pulled it out. Mel's pussy tried to close shut, but remained open about half the size of his dick. A few seconds later she told him to put it back in her. Trying to get it deeper in her before she made him stop again he started to push. "Stop. Do push yet." Then seconds later. "Take it out again." Tears were again running down Mel's face. She looked at me at up at the Cowboy. She put her hand on her pussy. Several fingers slipped inside her. Then she pulled them back out. "Oh Fuck! Look at what you are doing to me!" "Do you want to stop?" He seemed a little concerned, but a little pissed off by her. "No, this is so different for me. You know, a strange cock, my husband sitting just over there." It sounded my Mel was going to guilt herself out and not do it. Not that now that she had gone this far, taking in more wouldn't change things. Now I wanted her to fuck him. "I can leave if you want me to go." "No, you have to watch this. There is no way I could even explain it to you without you being here." Mel motioned back to the Cowboy and flopped her long legs obscenely wide open for him. "Okay, put it back in me." It went in a lot less effort this time. Then Mel asked him to take it out and put it in again. When it came out her cunt lips weren't so fast to close back in. "Sorry, to be such a pest. It just that it felt so good going in I wanted to feel it more than just that one first time. You can push now." Tired of being teased, her Cowboy gave it a lunge into her. About three inches of the shaft disappeared inside her. He was doing some short strokes into her to get her used to his girth. "Wow! You sure know how to show a girl a good time. You are going to make me cum on your cock." Mel burst into a huge orgasm. Bucking and twisting on the bed. The old springs sounded like an out of tune calliope. The Cowboy took advantage of her cumming to put another three or so inches inside her. It was a matter of not whether she could take it, but whether she could take it all. Her eyes flew open and she looked down at what was remaining of his cock still not in her. "Oh, Baby! You have spread me so wide inside. I can't stop cumming. Mmmmmmm!" I shifted my chair. If it was all going in I wanted a good view of it. "Maybe what I said about being a virgin was true. I've never been fucked like this before and you are about to go into virgin territory if I can handle any more." They started fucking harder. Mel had wrapped the long legs over his ass and was clamping down in it trying to get him in deeper. With all the hard rocking and Mel constantly cumming she got a look of surprise on her face. "Oh, My God! Is that you pubic bone against my clit?" Mel had taken it. My wife was acting like a big cock slut. She fucked him hard for another ten minutes. "Mel, Baby, you are making lose my load. I need to pull out." "No, don't do that. I want to feel your cum inside me?" "Really, most women wouldn't. I was surprised when you didn't make me wear a condom." "Oh, your cock is one a woman needs to feel bareback. Let your seed blast deep inside me." The Cowboy stroked hard into her for about a dozen strokes. Mel squealed. From her reaction he must have just cum in her married little cunt. Mel laughed. She had an evil grin on her face. "I felt that. That was some load you put in me." I wished her fucking parents could see their daughter now. After all the shit about her not marrying Mormon they should see her filled with sperm from a nine inch cock that sure as hell wasn't mine. They took a few minutes to catch their breath with him still inside her. After a few minutes the Cowboy got up and started to dress. "I've got to get back to work." "Oh, I was hoping you would be wanting seconds." "Sorry, have to get going. Oh, would you be a dear and get a clean sheet out of that dresser and change the bed? My bartender friend gets really pissed when someone leaves a mess for her to clean up." "Oh, I thought this was the room where you stayed." Mel seemed a little confused by the last minute of conversation. "No, I have a fifth wheel at a campground." "Which campground?" She perked up when she heard it was the same one where we were staying. I told him that's where we were staying. "Great! He said as he left the room. I'll stop by for a beer." "We are on lot fourteen." Mel called after him. The door closed. Mel was still on her back on the bed. She was feeling of her fresh fucked cunt. She moved her hand to reveal a stream of his cum trailing from her widely gaping pussy. "How do I look?" She teased. "Like a whore!" And, I didn't mean it in a good way. "Good! I like it. I like feeling like a whore." "So, are you hooked on big cock now? Are you a big cock whore or still my wife?" "I'm still your wife, you silly. Not that I won't want it from him again before we leave." That pissed me off as I figured this for a one time thing and hadn't really figured she was going to want it in her then end up fucking the guy, Mel got out of bed. As she went to get the clean sheets an awesome glob of cum splattered onto the old linoleum floor making Mel giggle. "There was a time I was tight enough to hold that inside me. Oh, I guess that was about a half hour ago, wasn't it? That's the price a girl pays for fun." Mel made the bed while still naked, stopping to wipe cum from her slit a couple of times. Then she dressed and we slipped out the back way down the stairs. In the street everything seemed normal. The sun was still shining, the sky was blue. People on the street seemed to be going through a pretty ordinary life. Except for me and the sting of just having my wife let a stranger fuck her and pump her full of seed. We went back to shopping just like it was another day and nothing had happened. Mel was extra bubbly, and apparently not only personality wise. We were in a shop with a couple of side rooms. Mel stepped into one without tourists and turned to me. "Guard the door. I'm about to drop more cum. There's too much leaking out. I can't hold it in me any longer." "Shit, Mel. How much can one guy cum in you?" It brought the whole situation back to the forefront. Not that it ever left. "I can't tell. A lot of it is me you know. Not only was I worked up, but I must have cum myself a dozen times." She went through her purse and came out with a handful of tissues. "Don't let anyone come in until I'm cleaned up." My wife drops her jeans to the floor and bends outward with her long legs so she can get a good swipe at her cunt. It looked like she was digging for treasure with the huge wiping motion. To her I guess she was. She laid the used tissue on a shelf and pulled up her jeans. "Come in here a moment. I want to show you something." She showed me the tissue with this big glob of the cum from both of them. "Want a souvenir? After all, it is a Souvenir Shop." She tried to hand the mess to me. "I wouldn't hardly think so. What happened to your panties?" "Weren't you watching. When he got dressed he took them from atop my clothes and put them in his pocket. He winked at me about it. Maybe he's and collector or just wanted a souvenir himself. Are you going to be all right with this? It was your idea." "My idea Melissa? You're the one that tried to sneak off while pretending to be shopping so I'd never know what happened." "Would that had been better for you? To not know?" "No, I think this is best. We can work it out." "What's to work out? You went along with me knowing than even though it has been just you and me for twenty years that I'd probably end up fucking the guy. I didn't hear the word no or stop come out of your mouth. Besides, you were eavesdropping on us. That probably makes us even." Then we both got to laughing. Laughing so hard we could not stop as tears rolled from our eyes. People nearby looked to see what could be so funny. Most of our arguments ended that way. Not that we really had any. We just kept talking until one of us would say something incredibly stupid and then things would be better. Finally, as we walked with one arm around each other's waist. We finished the day sitting on a wooden bench watching tourists going by and making fun of most them. As we sat other Cowboys and crew would look at us from time to time. To me it had to be because fresh fucked Mel was looking really hot. "People keep watching us. Do you think your Cowboy has told his buddies he got his whole cock buried in you?" I teased. "Fuck them if he did. I don't care. They don't know who I am or where we come from. I almost hope he tells every one he knows. I liked it and I don't care what they think." "On the subject, I could see how big he was and watched you take it. I still don't know where it went. That thing was huge. But, as big as it looked going in it was shocking to see him pull it out because even though it had softened it looked like it took forever until the head popped out of you. I mean you did it, but you haven't said a thing about how it felt." "The first part was incredible when he insisted on eating my pussy. He must have made me cum a half dozen times with his mouth and tongue. You and I need to do that more often." "By you and I, what is it that you do?" "I lay there and you eat me until you make me cum. If you are thinking about that blow job you keep talking about you know how I feel about that. Why don't we get back to the camper and discuss the rest?" We were only about ten minutes away and that sounded better than using hushed voices so passersby wouldn't hear our conversation. During the drive I thought about how every time she is a few minutes late now or I call and she doesn't answer I'll worry she is cheating on me. She would have slipped off this time and I would have never known had I not overheard the conversation. I love her enough to believe when she says this was her first time to do this. But, how would I know if that is really true now? It was good to see the camper. I hurriedly parked along side. Mel and I rushed inside to continue our talk. My wife undressed and sat with her back against the headboard with her legs spread so that her recently fucked pussy was full view. "Aren't you going to undress?" "No, I feel a little, say we say, undersized at the moment." "Silly! Don't worry about it. Two weeks from now this will be a memory. I had two kids with you and every thing snapped back. My pussy isn't destroyed no matter what you may have been thinking when I was getting pounded with nine inches. It will be fine. Trust me." I kept my shirt and underwear on. Not knowing where to sit to be able to watch her face as she told me about the sex I knelt at the foot of the bed. Lying forward propped up on my elbows facing right at her crotch. This way my dick was out of view when I knew it would get hard while she was explaining how it felt fucking him. I really didn't want her to get a good look at mine after she let him fuck her. "What do you want to know?" She smiled like nothing eventful had just happened. "Pretty much everything. I saw what happened. I could only guess how it felt. You know compare to what you are used to getting." "You already know about him eating my pussy. He made me cum a lot with a couple of whoppers." "He wasn't down there more than three minutes." "From the time his tongue went in my slit and then came up across my clit I never stopped having orgasms until he moved his face away. It may take him a while to clean out that mustache." See winked at me. "You've got the start eating pussy." "We'll see. It seems I should get more out if it for me." A quick glance revealed fluids were again about to slide from her open slit. It could be her although it looked like the seed from the Cowboy may be still be making its way out from however deep in her he put it. Her cunt lips were still distended with the inner flesh slightly lower that the fat outer lips. Her slit was open about the size of a half dollar. Maybe he didn't wreck her, but I am accustomed to seeing her slit shut with the outer lips nestled together. When I looked up she was watching the expression on my face. "What do you think?" Her voice was almost musical. "He did a pretty good job on me, wouldn't you say? I mean not that I am complaining. I like the way it feels. Kind of stretched and gushy. I don't think I'll ever get all of him out of me." "You do look kind of floppy and it does seem you are leaking a lot of juices." "No wonder. Did you see the balls on they guy? They looked larger than hen's eggs. Do you wonder how it must be for him to carry those around with that huge cock, too. I don't think soft it was less than six inches." "Well, from a guy who is six inches hard, I don't see how I can feel sorry him." I replied in a gloomy tone. "Come on now. You are still my sweetie and I'm still your loving wife. That's never going to change over a bigger prick on some Cowboy." I could stop looking at her cunt and the difference that had come in less than three hours ago. How would she have hidden what she had done had I not caught her in her little lie? This was really obvious that something large had it way with her down there. "There wasn't much difference than us making love except for the size and the idea that it was someone new. After all the concern that I couldn't fit it in me within two minutes I had that big cockhead inside. We held it for a few moments while I adjusted. The flare on the head was like the back of a saddle and it felt like it as my inner lips stretched enough let it in and then close in around it." Her voice was soft and sort of trailing off as she remembered how it felt in her. "I cried not because it hurt. It didn't. I thought of all the years between us and the kids. How we were finally able to go places and do things together and not worry about the money or if the kids were having a good time. Now I wasn't just Mom any more. Not just your wife. I was a woman with another man shoving his cock in my married cunt while my husband watched. I felt loved by you and wanted the rest of this stranger's incredible cock buried in me. You may wonder why I had him take it out and put the head back in again several times. It was because it felt so fucking good." Mel wasn't one to say fuck very often, or even shit for that matter. Maybe the Mormon upbringing helped with that, but she sure was using it now. "Once I told him to push his cock went in fairly easy. I think the head of it was a bit oversized which was driving me nuts as he would go in a little and then back off. I can't describe how it felt as the width of his shaft was stretching me wider than I had ever been before and then along came that ring of his cock head to spread me a little wider. After a few moments my vagina felt like it was made to be that wide and I wasn't using it." By now Mel had her hand on her slit. Two fingers were gently rolling over her clit and then on down rub her cunt lips. The fluid at the bottom off her slit was becoming a little more. I had never see her touch herself in that way, and she was doing it with me watching. Her voice almost startled me as I was so engrossed with what her fingers were doing. What had looked huge as a half dollar sized hole had opened up more as she told her story. "It was easy to tell when he got to the point that you and I had been together. I was a little tighter and he noticed. He kept the pressure firm and let it slide another inch or so. Then he was against my cervix. I knew he was not all in. Then I felt myself lengthen a bit as my cervix moved upward. I looked at my stomach and his huge cock had made my tummy look like it did with I was two months along with my babies. I put my hand there and could feel where his cock was moving inside me." By then I could hear her voice, but could not look away "We were fucking then. No longer concerned about the depth and how much he had left. We were fucking for the sake of fucking. Two people that had just met an hour before trying for all each could get while trying to please the other. It seemed all I could do to not pass out from the thrusting of his cock and how it was making me cum, cum after cum." "I could see that. Then he was in you to his balls. The look on your face was priceless." I managed a laugh. "It was a good surprise! I could feel my cervix moving up and I guess my vagina was being opened upward by his cock. My cervix felt like it was trying to let him into my womb. I've heard of that happening, but there was no way it could open soon enough for the size what was poking at it. I could feel my cervix give like he would pop through. Then the moment you laughed about when I realized he was all it. All I wanted then was to feel his sperm shoot when he was ready to cum in me." "You got your wish!" "Baby, did I!" He was pounding me so hard. I could feel it start and then as he back off to ram it as far into me as he could I could feel it squirt about three inches and hit so deep within me. He held it in as hard as he could. I could feel him pulse again and again and feel the flow of his seed." "I wonder when it is going to stop leaking out of you." My words apparently were lost on her. Talking about the part where his seed was flooding into her sent her to the point that she had both hands on her cunt. One hand shoving fingers in her slit and the other rolling violently over her clit. Mel was masturbating, something I had never given a thought. Her long legs raised he ass high off the bed only to send it down again and she hit a massive orgasm. A loud squeal filled the room. Then Mel gasping for breath. "Oh, fuck, Honey! I'm sorry. It got the best of me." She looked around for me as if she forgot I was there. "Somebody has fond memories of her Cowboy." I teased, really dazed as to what I was saying after seeing what I had just witnessed from my wife. "You bet! And, if he doesn't come by and fuck me again I'll hunt him down in Tombstone and fuck him in the street with the crowd watching!" It was quiet for a few moments. When I looked up again Mel had fallen asleep up against the headboard. She looked like a little rag doll lying there. A well fucked, messy rag doll. I slipped outside and sat in the shade of our awning to let her sleep. The Cowboy About 6 o'clock I could hear our shower start. Fifteen minutes later Mel came out wearing a tank top and cut off jeans that exposed her long legs that ended at that perfect pear shaped ass with the goodies in between. "Why did you let me sleep so long? What it he came by and I was a mess?" Her eyes had such a twinkle. She was absolutely giddy as she sat down on my lap to wait in hopes of seeing he new lover. "What if he doesn't show up?" "I know. I should have gotten his space number so I could go after him. It's 6:30. I think he gets off at 6:00. Maybe we can see him drive by." At 7:30 we went inside. Ten minutes later we heard him tap on the door. Mel rushed to open it and invite him inside. "I brought the beer. He had two six packs to share." "I was afraid you weren't coming. I thought about you all day." She gushed. "All I got done was think about you." He wasn't dressed like the gunfighter. Instead he was wearing a faded out Tombstone souvenir T-shirt, jogging shorts, and sneakers. I think Mel was thinking he dressed like a Cowboy all the time. They looked at each other awkwardly. Mel leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. Warmed to the idea he kissed her. This time a real lip locker that lasted about fifteen seconds. "Whoa now! Let me set the beer down." "You've shaved. Won't they be mad if you don't have your mustache for work?" "It's a glued on job. They have me wear it to look tougher and older. Any way", he said, "I thought we could have a few beers and see what happens." "I know what's going to happen. Let me set the beers in the fridge. I have other plans for you." We both got a glorious view of her ass as she bent low the but the beer away. Mel stood and turned around to face him. She but her arms around his neck and began kissing him as if they were long lost lovers. She had to bend down from her six foot two height making him tilt his head back. Mel grabbed his arm and pulled him to the couch. She pulled up her top and dropped it to the floor, then kicking her panties to me. They had a huge wet spot where the had been nestled against her cunt. He wasn't wearing anything under his jogging shorts. Our camper had two leather pull out couches that made queen beds. I was sitting on the one facing the television thinking we would be watching the baseball game and drinking a beer. With no interest in the game or the beer Mel bent over to fold out the bed, giving me a glorious shot at her honey hole that I used to know so well. Not the one that now gaped open at me. She then flipped over on her ass and spread eagled those legs of hers, patting the insides of her thighs to welcome the Cowboy to shove his cock into her slit. I had the rear view like in a porn flick as he used one hand to guide his cock to her opening. I found myself staring at her wet gash, his hairy balls and a brown asshole. I watched his hips flex as he nudged the huge head between her outer lips. Jesus Christ, he hadn't been in the camping trailer more than four or five minutes and my wife was ready to receive his cock. "Go ahead and push, Baby. I need you in me so bad. Make me feel good." A little gasp escaped her mouth as the head popped through. The Cowboy began stroking and the shaft began to follow the head at about an inch per thrust until there were a couple of inches still outside. Another minute of his pumping away and he was balls deep again in my Mel's willing cunt. "That went in nicely this time. Not that it took all that much this afternoon." He offered as he continued to fuck his cock into her. "I know. I'm a big girl now." My wife giggled. She had already cum twice from the way I could see her toes curl. Then as he rammed away at her the legs came up and locked around his waist as she pulled herself up to try to get him in her deeper. Mel's head started to flop side to side and she started to squeal as he pounded into so hard I thought he would split her in two. The squeal became a scream and she hit a huge orgasm. This must have been all the Cowboy could take as I watched him fuck her furiously then tense up and push into my wife as hard as he could. "Oh, fuck, but that feels good. Fill me with that seed. You made me cum so hard on that big cock of yours!" The collapsed together with him off to one side, but with his cock still in her. Not much was said. I looked up at the sound of kissing. "Hey! What's this with the kissing? This is just supposed to be about sex." "It's part of the sex." Mel answered. "It makes it more fun and even hotter with the kissing." I could see my protest did a lot of good. Mel laughed softly and put a lip lock on the Cowboy that must have lasted ten minutes. Not an overreaction to what I said, but a slow smoldering kiss that lasted way too long. "Oh, it's working!" Mel giggled. I watched her heave her hips up at him. Then he pumped her a couple of strokes, which turned into a slow rhythm between the two of them. Soon Mel was groaning and the Cowboy was putting it in full length. The intention must have been to make it last. After a half hour of them grinding away I stepped to the edge of the bed. "Mel says your cock makes her tummy rise and fall when you pump in and out. I'd like to see that if you don't mind." I was really after the top view of what I had been staring at in the ass from where I sat. "Show him, Baby." Mel said in a soft, but husky voice. Then Cowboy lifted up to give me a clear view and pulled out until just part of the head was still inside. When he pushed in he went all the way. Mel was right. He stomach swelled up the accommodate the size of his cock. When he pulled back she still had a little bulge until he pushed back in again and held it there. "The head of his cock is right here!" Mel ran a fingertip across her tummy above her belly button. "Your little wife is filled with cock Honey." A little backward movement from the Cowboy pulled his cock all the way out and then back in again as I watched. Seemingly proud of themselves they started their slow fucking with him off her so I could watch. I found my self staring at his cock going in and out of her for maybe five minutes. They seemed more than happy to let me see what his cock could do to her. "Melissa, I don't see how you can take all of that in you." "I beginning to think I could probably take even more. His cock still forces against my cervix, but not as tight as it was." "You two can finish up. I'm going to take a shower." "Take a cold one." Mel hollered after me. Then giggled at what she had said. A cold one my ass. I needed some relief without giving them the satisfaction of them knowing. I wasn't going to be one of those guys that beats off while he watches some stud fuck his wife. My dick was killing me constrained in my pants while the Cowboy pumped his cock into Mel. The shower was a good solution. Even after taking my time when I came back Mel and her Cowboy were gently fucking while exchanging deep kisses. Getting rid of my own load gave me a new perspective. I watched Mel with his nine inches working in and out of her. My attention went from where his cock entered her pussy to her hand rubbing his back while they fucked. I stared at her wedding rings. The ones I had saved and worked so hard for that were expensive enough to symbolize my love for her. The rings were our rings, still on her finger, on her finger while her hand caressed the back of the stranger that she let fuck her. Not just at the hotel in Tombstone, but now in our camper, on our sofa where the kids had slept so many nights of family vacation trips. Did she even care? Did she care about anything that was normal for us no more long ago than this morning? I thought about her work. How would the employees in her department feel if the could see their boss so wantonly giving herself to someone she just met? My eyes could not tear away from the wedding rings and what were they supposed to mean. Was she showing them off to me while she let his cock slide in and out? Mel probably was aware of what she was doing. But, as wives go, she has been the best. Going along on vacations she hated so the kids and I got what we wanted. It was Mel's turn to get what she wanted ... and plenty of it. She was getting fucked like never before. I should let her do it, I reasoned. I went back to his cock buried to the balls and how they rocked together. He knew what he was doing with that thing. He would build her married cunt up to let her cum and then back off so he did not cum himself. They had been locked together for more than an hour. The Cowboy lost control and started stroking into her frantically. Mel returned as good as she got. After a wild couple of minutes they were lying quietly in each others arms again. The Cowboy said something and started to get up. Mel tried to hold him so his cock stayed inside her. "Please don't go. Stay and fuck me some more?" Mel was begging as if she would die without more of his cock. "I've got to work early tomorrow. You're killing me here." He complained. But, you could tell he wouldn't mind staying and nailing her hot little cunt again. "You know it isn't that late and ... we haven't touched that beer." Mel jumped up to dash to the fridge. Bent over to get the beers her ass spread open enough to expose her from behind completely revealing her freshly fucked cunt. She didn't offer me one because I don't drink. Neither does she, but she was trying to keep her new lover around a bit longer. The baseball game was on still on TV headed into the eighth inning. I hadn't paid any attention to it and they sure as hell hadn't either. The Cowboy was laid back on the sofa bed in such a way that Mel could have herself exposed to me as she started on the beer. It wasn't hard to tell she wasn't a drinker. The Cowboy was drinking slow and started watching the ball game on TV. Mel would kind of chug at hers, then make out with the Cowboy. At then end of the first beer she jumped up to get them another, staggering one step before dropping back on the couch against his chest. The Cowboy put his arm around her and started fondling her tit and teasing her nipple. Mel was laying so I had the view of her leaking slit. I could see a couple of splatters on the linoleum from when she got them the beer. She was sure proud of another man's seed in her and wanted me to see it glistening as it puddled out of her. Halfway through the second beer my non-drinking spouse began to get a little giddy. Placing her hand on his half limp cock she began pumping it up and down. They would both slow down when the game was on and then get back to heaving kissing during the commercials. I was starting to get pissed. Letting her fuck the Cowboy once was a cool thing. I pretty much enjoyed watching them in the old hotel room with them sweating and the bedsprings squeaking as they went about their dirty business. Now it was more personal. With them fucking each other's brains out in my camping trailer her was not only fucking my wife, but invading my personal space. He had been gracious enough to try to leave, but Mel was trying to get another round out of him before letting him go. That made her more the problem than the Cowboy. I wanted to kick her slut ass. Well, maybe plant my foot right into her cheating cunt. Mel went for a third beer. When she got to the fridge the Cowboy was admiring her open pussy as she bent over. "Hey, no more for me. I have to work in the morning. Save some. We can drink it another night." Mel spun around with a beer in her hand. "I like that idea if you mean tomorrow night." She slurred a bit. "I'm having another beer, anyhow." "Suit yourself!" The Cowboy gave me a questioning grin. I could only remember seeing Mel even taste a beer once. She stood in front of him before getting ready to settle by his side again. "Hey, Cowboy ... Do you like fucking my married pussy?" "Sure thing, Mel. Now sit down before you fall down." He patted the sofa. Mel stumbled a little and fell with her face right at his cock. Catching herself before crashing she cupped his cock in her hand and kissed it right on the slit. "I love this nice big cock of yours!" She squealed out. "It's the best cock ever, ever, ever. Best cock I've ever had." That was a little embarrassing. This was sure a vacation like no other. My heart stopped when she kissed his cock on the head. I had been hinting about a blow job for twenty years and nothing ever happened. "Nice girls don't do that." Was always her comment. "That's for whores." I was relieved when she got back with his arm around her to cuddle. I still got to watch her cunt dribble onto the leather of the couch. Then commercials hit and they went back to trying to swallow each other's face as they made out. The Cowboy broke it up as the ninth inning started on TV. Mel went to jacking off his cock. The chemistry seemed to be changing as his cock rose to the full nine inches. Mel took the last of her beer and swilled it down. Three beers on a woman that did not drink were showing in her actions as she tossed the empty at my feet. She gave me a dreamy-eyed look and moved her face towards the end of his dick. I felt my heart stop as I saw it looked like she was really going to do it. A glob of pre-cum was sliding off the head. Mel gave it an open-mouthed kiss. When she pulled her head back the moisture was gone. She turned towards me and winked, then opened her mouth to show me his fluid on her tongue. Licking her lips at me, she turned back to him. Slowly she worked down off the sofa and positioned herself between his legs. His cock looked like a giant rocket about to take off poking into the air as it was. The view had changed. I no longer could see her stretched open cunt, but could see his seed running down the inside of her right thigh to the knee. She used her left hand to steady his cock while she ran her tongue up the underside. With her right she played with his balls until her mouth came down where I watched her suck one nut into her mouth, alternating back and forth to the other. She looked like a whore that had been sucking cock all of her life. The baseball game was still playing in the background, but no one was paying attention. The Cowboy's cock seemed like it was beginning to pulsate. His balls were drawing up. "Good!" I thought. "Maybe he will shoot his load into her hair and face before she decides to try to get him in her mouth." Apparently from my feelings it would bother me more to see her suck his cock than to watch him ream out her box with his oversized cock. Deciding she wouldn't mean a lot to me, and vice versa, after having his monster inside her I tried to develop a "What the Fuck" attitude. Mel came up so her elbows rested on his thighs, leaving her mouth right above his cock. My WTF attitude was gone. The Cowboy looked at me, placed his hand behind her head and pushed. I always thought Mel's larger than average smile was sexy until I saw the head of the giant prick slide between her lips. The fucking whore was doing it. She had his cock in her mouth. Moments later she was bobbing up and down on his first three or four inches. The head had to be tight against her throat. I didn't want to watch, but couldn't keep my eyes off her taking that much cock into her face. Then the Cowboy grunted, shoving his cock in a deep as he could. Mel's eyes bulged in surprise as cum spurted from her nose. A lot of cum came out her nose as she tried to get away. Finally she fell to the floor gasping and choking, trying to spit his seed from her mouth. That part I liked. I almost laughed at the stupid cunt, but managed to show concern instead as we got her upright on the sofa. "Sorry, Mel. I guess I should have warned you. I really need to get out of here." Twelve hours earlier she was just my innocent Mormon wife. Neither would have ever dreamed she'd choke with him in her mouth, or take a Cowboy cock deep inside herself, for that matter. The Cowboy left into the dark as Mel and I watched him walk away from our camping trailer. "Still on for tomorrow?" Mel called after him quietly in the night. "Sure, if you think you'll be up to it." "Oh, I'll be up to it." "And, down on it." I muttered to myself. So, it wasn't going to end there. We still had 5 nights on our campsite reservation. Probably nothing I could say would stop my bride from fucking a big-cocked stranger the rest of the week. At the time who knew this was just the beginning of my Mormon wife unleashed. Or, how many stranger's that might be. We sat quietly outside on lawn chairs for a while. With her still naked in the dark Mel's arm reached out to hold my hand. I took her hand in mine. "God, Mel. What happened to us? Or, to you anyway?" "Never in my wildest dreams ... did you enjoy watching?" "I guess so. You sure did enjoy it." "You know, he probably knocked me up with all that cum in me." "Oh, fuck. You did this in your fertile time of the month?" "I hadn't thought of it until after he was about to cum at the hotel. By then I just had to have his seed inside me. Plus, it's been years since you were fixed. I'd never thought of another man fucking me." "I'm not raising his fucking kid, Mel. I mean it!" "Calm down. We can find a drug store and get the morning after pill tomorrow." We went inside. I turned off the TV just as the sports ended. It sounded like I missed the end of a good game. Mel smelled like a cum dump. Which had good reason. I looked at her standing naked across the bed from me. Her breasts were swollen and nipples sit quit extended. Her pussy appeared to be turned inside out. I couldn't imagine it ever back to normal. "Were you going to shower before bed?" "I don't feel dirty. Maybe well-fucked, but not dirty. I can change the sheets in the morning." "How about brushing you teeth?" "I didn't think you would be wanting to kiss me, and I'm sure not going to ask you to fuck me." We both settled into bed. It was very quiet. I listened to Mel's breathing. She rolled closer and pulled my arm up over her. In the morning we woke up that way. Mel fixed breakfast in the nude. I was surprisingly hungry considering my wife was cum crusted and still leaking from between her legs. I washed the dishes while she dried. "Going to shower now so we can go find a drugstore?" "Do I really smell that bad." "You smell like cum." "No one is going to know us. I'm going to slip on a dress with nothing underneath. After we get back from the drugstore we can clean up and get on with the day." It was forty miles to a drugstore that had the morning after pill. On the way back to Tombstone Mel read the pill label several times. "You know, Honey. The bottle says the pill is most effective the first day after, but can work up to five days after." "What are you saying?" I asked. "We'll, it's kind of wicked knowing that his baby is starting to grow inside me. It's more effective the sooner you use it, but could work up to five days. I could have his little Cowboy baby inside me almost up until it's time for us to leave." "That's pretty fucking weird." I grumbled. "Oh, come on, Sweetheart. He went to all the trouble to knock me up. Let me carry his baby a few days longer. Don't you like the idea of your wife being pregnant." "Pregnant, maybe. But, not pregnant will some stranger's kid." "You saw us. Did we look like strangers to you?" "Not funny, Mel." "If I take the pill now and he fucks me the rest of the week, will it still work, I wonder? "You plan to fuck him the rest of the week?" "It's just one week. When the week is over it will just be me and you again with everything back to normal." "This is supposed to be a fun vacation. I never expected all this." The Cowboy "Again, Honey. It's just a week. Another day or so I won't even be fertile any more. Tell you what. Here's the pill. You hold it and give it to me when you want me to take it. But, just remember, I like knowing I've got a little baby growing inside me." I put the pill in my pocket. We went back to the campground. We cleaned up to go out knowing the Cowboy would be back that evening to pump her full again. I still had the pill in my pocket. The Cowboy & His Girls Last night my roommate Paula brought this hunk named Randall home with her from the bar. Randall was so tall; he had to duck to get through the doorway. He had beautiful long black curly hair, deep blue eyes and huge muscles. She told me he was a movie cowboy. He was a walking wet dream for every woman in the neighborhood. She led him with a smile for me, into her bedroom by his bulging cock. I heard her laugh and say "Did I do this to you?" He groaned out an answer and I could hear the slurping of my roommate as she licked and sucked him. I moved the picture that covered the spy hole in our adjoining wall so I could watch. The cowboy was standing pressed against the bedroom door. Paula was kneeling on the ground. He had her sweatshirt pushed up and his huge hands were pushing her tits were tight around his throbbing member. She had opened her mouth and stretched to its limit, she was sucking for her life. I could see the bulge of the head buried deep inside her throat. I envied that woman more than usual. He poured out his juices in minutes and growled, "Damn woman that was the best blow job I have had in months." Finished with his speech, he lifted her off her feet, ripped the thong off her body and threw her flat on the bed, legs hanging over the side. I figured now I get to see him return the favor and wondered how good he was at the job of making a woman come. He surprised both of us by picking up her legs holding them over his shoulders and jamming his huge cock all the way in to her over stretched pussy. I heard the breath as it escaped from her lungs in one big whoosh. He pulled back and did it again and she was in the middle of a major climax. He smiled, and settled down to a long slow leisurely fuck. I guess he figured she was happy so he had all night. He reached and started mauling her tits pulling them up, rolling them hard between his fingers and pop letting them snap back. Paula had her head thrown back, and she was whipping it from side to side as she muttered garble I couldn't understand. She was in permanent climax from what I could see, and each one was longer and stronger than the one before. I could see the muscles in her stomach ripple as she came for him repeatedly. After about ten minutes, he flipped her over and onto her hands and knees. He coated his fingers with her free flowing juices then pushed one then another into her ass. Once he had her ass full he then jammed his cock back into her wet and stretched pussy. I thought she was overexcited before, she howled begging him to stop, to not stop, reaching to jam him deeper and pleading with him to push another finger into her ass. He obliged and told her to start teasing her clit. She reached with her hand and the minute she touched it she was so far gone she collapsed onto the bed. He grinned pulled out and jerked off until he covered her sweated naked back with several spurts of juice. He then massaged it into her skin kissed her ass cheeks and pulled his jeans on as he grabbed the rest of his clothes and headed for the bedroom door. I managed to pull my fingers out of my shorts and meet him in the hall. "Bathroom is over there if you want to clean up?" He grinned and reached out and pulled me to him. Yanking my head back by my ponytail, he jammed his mouth down on mine. I gave in and gave up, and then I was putty to do with as he pleased. He pushed me to the floor and unzipped his jeans. I didn't hesitate. I cleaned him up. Doing my cleanup was making him hard and shiny wet. "Now he drawled whatever should we do with this?" I looked him straight in the eye as I answered his question. "Fuck me senseless with it." He smiled and picked me up and we went back into my room. He sniffed, looked around saw the hole and laughed. "No wonder your so horny, well now pint size it's your turn to ride the pony." I don't think I mentioned I am 5 foot even and wear a size six. I came up to his belly button. He was going to be surprised when he undressed me however, because my size thirty-four breasts were a double d that's why I wore such baggy shirts all the time. Compared to Paula we are opposites I have short red hair, green eyes and freckles, she is tall, model thin and hair the color of ripe wheat in the Kansas sun. Cowboy pulled my sweatshirt off, dropped my shorts, stood back, and whistled. I grinned, he hadn't whistled at Paula or bothered to take off her shirt. I said, "thank you." He knelt and I felt his mouth on my wet center of delight. I had time to think he hadn't done that to Paula when I felt his fingers inside me and I flooded him with juices. He pushed something cold into my ass and suddenly I felt a stream of lubrication and his fingers followed. I was orgasmic all the time I was dreading the ordeal to come. I like anal sex, so I relaxed, and pushed back, and opened myself to him. He rewarded me by biting, kissing, and paddling my ass as he opened me up and then he was there. I felt the push and heard the pop. He had stretched me wider than any man had ever done. He swore and told me to lay still. "You're so tight and hot I am almost ready to lose it now and we can't have that lovely lady, I want to take you with me. I wanted that ass the minute I saw it when I came in." Meanwhile his fingers were plundering my pussy and each climax was higher than the one before. When I could think at all. I wondered if I could live through anything better. He started to move and I couldn't do anything but mewl like a kitty looking for its mommy. He was swearing under his breath and telling me how wonderful my hot tight ass felt on his hard cock. He was also paddling me. The sounds of each crisp slap resounding in the room to my yelp of pain and moan of pleasure. After minutes that seemed like hours, we came together. He collapsed on my back panting as he caught his breath filling me so full it dripped out and down my legs smearing us both with the side effects of coupling. He pulled free told me not to move and went into the bathroom. I heard water running and he returned and cleaned me up and then himself. Leaning over he kissed me witless and pulled a card out of his jeans said, "Tell Paula when you two are ready to play again call me." I curled up and nodded yes. He covered me up, and the cowboy rode into the sunset. The next morning we both had happy memories of one great night, and plans for how soon we could do it again this time together. (c) all rights reserved to author The Cowboy “Now Dusty. Now let me see and feel you naked. I want all of your body to see and touch. Take off your clothes and let me see just how ready, willing and able you are for me.” Dusty wasted no time becoming just as naked as she. He looked at her body as she gasped seeing his for the first time in the fullness of light. Molly’s eyes locked onto his protruding erection and though she had touch and felt it before and also had it inside her, this was her first real good look and she was more than impressed. Remembering back she knew he was long and thick, but seeing it now was even better. In her estimation Dusty would easily go nine inches and, as her hand and fingers quickly found out, thicker than she could encompass. “Dusty,” she panted, “I can’t wait any longer. Please give yourself to me as I willingly give myself to you. Let me feel you filling me full as you shove this marvelous organ deeply inside me. I want and need you so bad, just lay on top and take me.” Molly flopped with ease on her back upon the bed, her legs spread wide. Dusty looked and saw her sex glistening with more moisture than he could have imagined as he knelt before her. She grasped his erection firmly drawing him closer and closer to her waiting sex. He gasped as his manhood first touched and felt the heat of her wet body, then he felt himself entering. Molly’s silent dark tunnel was wet and hot as it easily received him allowing complete and full penetration. When only the first few inches were placed inside her Dusty felt he couldn’t restrain himself any longer and plunged hard with his hips. Molly gasped loudly as she filled her body and they lay quietly for several minutes to savor the exquisiteness of the moment. “Now Dusty, take my body and make love to me,” Molly gasped still trying to adjust to his huge size. Their bodies moved as one. It was as if they had known each other for years. Again and again their hips moved only to meet together in unison. The scent of sex wafted about the small bedroom as the man and woman grunted and groaned. Before long both were so fixed upon their sex nothing else mattered. Dusty took a fleeting moment to look towards Ben and saw his shrunken penis had risen enough to become hard yet his hands remained tightly clinched to the arms of the chair where he sat. He saw the look of pleasure and contentment on Ben’s face while the man watched him plunging hard and deep into his wife’s body. Without warning Ben’s body stiffened, his still pathetically damaged organ erupting. As tiny thin streams of his orgasm dribbled from his beleaguered manhood oozed out, Dusty’s youthful erection pumped and pounded Ben’s wife. His attention was drawn back to Molly as his lips moved lower to suckle her still milk filled breasts. As he sucked she moaned and humped her hips even more firmly to his pounding loins. She gasped and all but screamed she was coming just before scalding his organ with her juices. Dusty wasn’t far behind as his organ swelled ever more, filling her to the fullest. His testicles bunched up tighter that a herd of hosses fearing a coming storm as they erupted. He filled and flooded the inside of her body as he had no other. Molly, on the other hand, had never been so filled with hot creamy sperm in her life. Even Ben in his younger years could have never given even half what this young stud was giving and still it came. What seemed like an hour was really only three or four minutes as Dusty finally began to slow down. His pumping hips crept to a halt as his manhood dribbled its last. “By God son, that was the best thing I’ve seen for sex since our prize bull coupled with the neighbors cow,” barked Ben. “I hope to you don’t mind me calling you son, but you’re all I could have hoped for in all my years. Tell you what, as long as you can keep my wife fully and completely satisfied you’ll have a home with us. Why I can just tell by the look on her face she hasn’t been so pleased and pleasured in I don’t know how long.” “Yes Dusty, please stay with us. I don’t think I could ever get enough of your thick hard cock and don’t want to know what life would be like without it having had it now.” Dusty was to exhausted to say anything, but Sara could have if they had just known she was outside watching the whole thing. Seeing him naked in the barn just before he awoke was one thing, but now having seen him awake aroused and having sex with her mother while daddy watched was something quite different. Her own body was hot as she felt the flowing down her thighs coming from her body. Could she? Would he? Was it even possible she could have what her mother had just gotten? Little did she know, having come to late, there had already been discussion about her.