5 comments/ 13169 views/ 1 favorites The Wand By: Morrigu Soft sunlight streams across the bed, caressing the curves and hollows of my body as I lie curled, hair spilling across the pillows. A cotton sheet tangled around my lower limbs, testament to a restless night. Rolling onto my back, arms raised, hands grasping the iron bars of the bed. A soft sigh escapes from my lips, my breasts rising and falling on that breath. Rose pink nipples stiffening in the air. Long lashes flutter open, taking in the creaminess of my pale skin in the sunlight. My body aches for yours, my nipples offering themselves to your lips. Even when you are absent you surround me. Your painting on the wall, to reach out and capture one drop on a fingertip, your silhouette by the window, your words whispered across my flesh in the moonlight, your scent on the sheets, your warmth lingering, as if you have been gone only moments. Your pillow caresses the soft skin of my cheek, allowing me to breathe you in, feel your voice as if my cheek were resting on your chest. Such hunger, such need, you sate me with the touch of your lips, the caress of your fingers. You understand my wants, my desires and feed my cravings. Even now, I feel your fingers tangling in my hair, my lips pressed against your skin as my face turns into your pillow. In this moment I would do anything to have you here, caught in our spell. I slip my hand under the pillow, withdrawing a white silk drawstring bag. Teasing apart the ribbons, peeling back the silk. In my hand lies a clear glass wand, specks of gold, like sunlight running up the shaft. Weighted perfectly, the surface ridged from tip to base. The glass is cool to my touch, pressing against my lips as I raise it to kiss the tip. Lying on my back, legs slightly bent, hips tilted, the wand held above my face. Eyes intent as my fingers stroke over the ridges, thumb brushing over the tip. This spell I cast well. I love the coolness against my skin, the way the wand tip rubs over my lips, the firmness against my tongue. A string of saliva holding momentarily. The wand glides over the pale skin of my throat, settling against the pulse beating at the base. Following the line of my breast bone, until the glass shaft nestles between the creamy mounds of my breasts. The weight is so arousing as I slide it slowly up and down, arching my back, thrusting my tits higher. Pale pink nipples stiffen, appearing to have been lightly brushed with rouge. Languorously I trace the outline of one hardened nub with the glass tip, my fingers pinching the other and rolling it between fingertips. A gasp spills from my lips as with this attention a tingling sensation shoots to the warm core of my pussy. Moving the wand so that it rests against the curve of my breast, I stroke the sensitive underside flesh. The glass still cool, bringing goose bumps to my skin, a little shiver rippling through my body. With my eyes closed I can feel your hands stroking me, hands cupping my breasts, your lips against mine and I bite my lip on a soft moan. The glass tip presses against my skin, circling my navel and travelling down over my stomach, the muscles clenching in response. The pale, sun-dappled flesh of my thighs parts a little more, my hand drawn to the heat of my pussy like a moth to flame. I feel my wetness, holding my breath as the wand moves ever closer. Cool glass against warm, silky soft skin. Tracing over my slit, hips tilting up and thighs taut. The tip probes between my pussy lips, accompanied by a soft moan. My folds of flesh feel so hot and I'm certain I feel your breath against my skin, making my pussy tingle in response. A drop of nectar clings to the glass, glistening in the sunlight. This I smear over a rosy pink bud of a nipple, the sensitive flesh contracting and tightening still further, my breath quickening. My whole body pulsing with arousal, the scent of which hangs in the air, that musky smell that almost clings to the tongue. My pussy is so wet, so hot. Just a word from you, a thought of you and my body responds. Fingertips dance over the smooth mound, so silky my skin, so fragrant, burning with raw hunger. Slipping between the velvety folds, my fingertip swirls in the dew, coating the edges of my lips, teasing my clit. The glass wand follows, stroking down the length of my slit, until it rests against the entrance. Circling my clit slowly with a fingernail, pushing the wand into my heat, my pussy grasping at it, trying to suck more and more into my tightness. The glass ridges causing the most delicious of sensations, as I lingering thrust it backwards and forwards, until half the wand is inserted. My pussy lips stretched around the glass, moans of pleasure on the air.. Middle finger pressed over my throbbing clit, each movement accompanied by a moan, my pussy clenching around the wand as I thrust it deeper, removing it completely before thrusting in again. Caught on the edge, hips lifting off the bed, thrusting faster and faster. My clit feels like it's on fire, the whole of my pussy tingling, that heat that starts in my stomach, muscles tightening, that catch of breath just before I cum. Orgasm ripping through my body, every part of me straining towards release, toes curling into the sheets as my body stiffens. My pussy spasming again and again, the wand held tightly in silken grasp. My words hanging in the air, as juices trickle out of my pussy and down over my rosebud ass. Collapsing back onto the bed, trying to catch my breath, my breasts rapidly rising and falling. Lips parting as I sigh out your name, lashes fluttering as my eyes close. Removing the wand I turn onto my side, knees drawn up, the wand clutched in my hand as I finally drift off to sleep. The Wand Abby awoke uncomfortably. Her neck was sore and she slowly lifted it straight up. Twisting and turning it to work out the pain. She felt wood beneath her. She opened her eyes but could not see. Her situation was becoming clear. She was blindfolded, naked, and tied to a wooden chair. She could not move her legs, because each leg was somehow attached to the front legs of the chair. Her wrists also attached to the arms of the chair. The back of the chair felt low, but she could not bend backwards, because her arms were securely locked in place. She felt helpless. A shiver ran down her spine. She heard the slight creak of a door behind her. She sat up straight. She spoke softly,"Hello?" There was no reply. She heard the soft tap of feet moving closer to her, a little louder each time. "Hello. Whose there?" Her voice wavered and took on a more pleading tone. She felt a fear building in the pit of her stomach. The footsteps stopped behind her and her heart was beating fast. Speaking seemed futile and she hoped the person would simply get bored and leave her alone. Suddenly she felt a warm hand on her neck, fingers reaching into her hair. The hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back. She gasped. She felt warm skin, a cheek with a slight roughness, against her own. She knew it was a man now. The man let go of her hair. She could hear several strange sounds behind her. She couldn't understand what was going on. A series of turns, maybe some sort of plastic. She wasn't sure. She began to pull at her restraints more tightly. However, her actions seemed to bind her more in place. The sounds were replaced by an eerie slight hum of electricity. A hand on her shoulder made her jump slightly. The hand buzzed with an electric charge, it felt soft but unnerving. She felt his hand move from her shoulders down the small of her back. Abby felt a little more relaxed now, she may not know her captor, but his touch was sweet and caring. His hand reached her neck and fingers gripped her hair again. He jerked her head back again and he slid his hand around her throat, fingers touching her chin and then lips briefly. Her breathing quickened. She was confused, because she appreciated his gentleness and his roughness. The soft charge trickling down her chest, encircling both breasts before moving down her stomach. She felt her body tense. His touch was gone briefly. She wondered if the experience was over and questioned if she even wanted it to be over. The soft lick of energy buzzed at her ankles and began to move up her legs slowly. A soft moan betrayed her. Her moan only encouraged her captor further up her legs and inner thighs. She felt exposed, but the intensity of his electric touch slowly erased those concerns from her mind. He stopped again. She heard the strange locking and sliding motions again behind her. She struggled to level her breathing during this brief reprieve. Then, silence. The silence was far more unbearable this time, she missed the soft embraces. Abby jumped and gasped when a jolt of electricity shocked her back into reality. The surge was no longer soft and gentle, it had a sharp sting to it. The charge moved down her back, tingling jolts make her squirm in the chair. Her breathing quickening. She tried to keep control over her body's responses, but the unexpected charges never allowed her to keep her train of thought for long. His hand around her throat again with the stinging sensation at her lips. She felt the urge to take his fingers into her mouth. His finger moved closer to her lips and she opened her mouth. He seemed to understand and placed his fingers into her mouth. She licked softly at first and then began to suck his fingers with fervor, thanking him for his touch. He removed his fingers softly and she felt a zap on her neck and back again for a time. Then, a pause. The train of sensations moving to her legs again. A bolt of energy on her inner thigh brought out a moan tinged with pain. Again, her captor seemed more motivated by her sounds. The energy moved higher up her leg and she no longer cared to fight her body. Uncontrollable sighs and moans escaped her lips as the energy flowed into her skin. She felt finger nails digging into her opposite thigh down to her knee. And he stopped. She panted hard. Abby had given up on regaining her composure at this point and hung her head down. Hands pulling her head up quickly. His face against her own. His hand moving down her chest roughly grabbing her breast. He pinched the nipple to the point she felt pain, she squirmed to pull away and could not. The jolt bursting through her nipple made her uncontrollable scream out. He began to grab her other nipple and she feared what was to come next. The squeeze of pain followed by another screaming moan as she felt another bolt of energy at the tip of her breast. She was so torn with emotions. The pain frightened and aroused her at the same time. She felt more and more bursts of energy upon her back. She twisted and moaned in unison. The energized zaps moved to her ankles again. She felt powerless and in her mind she begged for a release. Her moans and screams increased as it reached her knees. He ran the charge up her leg and across her stomach, then back down to her opposite knee. She knew she couldn't contain herself much longer. She pleaded with her captor to stop, "Please... I can't." He pushed her upper thighs further apart to get the charge lower on her thigh as he moved slowly upward. She screamed, but her screamed quickly turned to a series of moans as she couldn't hold back any longer. The charges kept her going for more than a minute and then stopped. Her head hung low. She felt the warm hands slowly untie her quivering legs and arms. He gently removed the blindfold as she still panted heavily. He put his arms under her and slowly picked up her legs and began to carry her to the bed. Her boyfriend laid her down softly and began to warmly apply lotion on her body from head to toe. He wrapped his body around hers, laying down beside her. He stroked her hair softly as she began to fall asleep in his arms. The Wand of Erotica Even before her eyes had opened, she knew that something wasn't right. The air seemed colder and she definitely wasn't on her bed but rather a cold stone floor. Kirstie opened her eyes. It was true! She had been kidnapped in her sleep! Her heart began to pound as she repeatable blinked in shock at her unfamiliar surroundings. "Where was she? Who had done this? Why?" She glanced around the large empty room. It looked like a huge warehouse with its high ceiling, bland concrete walls and huge beams overhead. She wasn't bound. Not even in handcuffs. However she couldn't help but notice that she was enclosed in one small corner from the rest of the warehouse by what seemed to be a large barred cage, like something you would keep an animal in while it was being transported. She quickly got up and ran to the cage door and yanked at it. It didn't budge. She had been locked inside an iron cage in the middle of a huge empty warehouse with no idea of who had done it! This was awful! This was a nightmare! It had to be! She pondered for a few minutes and eventually concluded that the best idea would be to call out. Who knows? Maybe the person who trapped her here is long gone and someone else might hear her and set her free from this horrifying situation. "Help!" she cried out, aware of her volume. No answer. "Help!" she cried louder, "Let me out, I'm trapped!" she jumped back against the wall as the door at the far end of the room creaked open, revealing a figure. From what she could tell from this distance, the figure was female and quite young, maybe her age. She had mid-length brown hair and seemed to idle a little as she skipped towards Kirstie's cage. "Mockery" was the first thing that went through Kirstie's mind as the young women neared. "She's mocking me because she"- her thoughts halted as she stared at the girl as she came closer. She could have sworn that she recognised her from somewhere, but she was still quite far away. Suddenly her heart beat started to quicken. She did recognise her! Her name was Lizzy and she went to her college. In the past Kirstie and her friends had made fun of Lizzy almost every time they saw each other. Usually for two main reasons: (A) because she was always into all this weird fantasy/magic rubbish and (B) because she was lesbian. She knew it was bad taste to make fun of someone's sexuality, but the trend had continued. She liked to think that it was merely "light humour" but Lizzy didn't take it the same way. Lizzy grinned has she came up to the cage and stared at Kirstie through the bars. "Hello Kirstie!" she beamed, "I'm glad we have a chance to catch up." "You kidnapped me you psycho!" Kirstie yelled at her "You just wait until the police hear about this!" "Oh I'm not worried about them right now. First we are going to have some time between ourselves," "What's that even supposed to mean?" she complained back. Lizzy didn't answer but instead pulled out what looked like some sort of stick. It had markings on it and symbols. "Probably some more of that stupid magic bull crap" she thought. "What are you going to do with that? Cast some sort of spell on me to fulfil your stupid homosexual fantasies?" She felt bad the instant those words left her lips. It was immature, disrespectful and weak. Lizzy started to grin even more. She could see the excitement in her eyes. "I just want to make things even between us" she replied "Get to know you a little better." Kirstie's eyes widened with horror as the end of the stick started to glow a deep blue. "You've humiliated me through my whole college life so far Kirstie, I'm sure you're aware of that very well." She didn't give her a chance to answer. "I think it's time that you suffered a little bit of humiliation." And with that she pointed the stick at Kirstie's crotch sending a blue mist into her leggings. Instantly Kirstie felt something coming! She stepped back and watched as a large wet patch appeared in her leggings around her pussy and leaked down the inside of her legs. Kirstie gasped in horror and then pulled her leggings and panties far enough away from her waist so that she could see down into the source of the leak. Her pussy and underwear were caked in a thick layer of sticky, white cum. So much so that it had even soaked through her leggings. She looked up to see Lizzy, hand over mouth, laughing and giggling under her breath at the sight of the person who had bullied her for two years in a state of complete embarrassment. "She's getting herself aroused!" Kirstie thought. "She's using some evil sorcery to get horny at my expense! This can't be happening!" "Hey Lizzy!" She yelled through the bars of the cage, "Let me go right now or I'm getting you arrested for kidnapping and abuse!" "It's hardly abuse" Lizzy replied, still sniggering. "From the look on your clothes it seems you're enjoying it!" and with that, she burst out laughing once again. "I'm not aroused you disgusting little whore!" "Let's change that" was the reply, and with that thrust her stick into the air sending the mist into Kirstie's breasts. Two erect nipples poked up through her shirt, each creating a small dribble of liquid on the tip. "Oh God, why didn't I wear a bra?" Kirstie thought, though she did feel quite hot. She rubbed her finger over her nipple. It was as hard as rock and sent pleasure running through her body. But she had to resist. She couldn't let Lizzy win this one. She wasn't going to get horny anytime soon. Lizzy twiddled around with the stick in her hand while she pondered on what to put this girl through next. She glanced at her captive. She was pretty, sure but she lacked a little in the body department. "Let's fix that" she thought. Kirstie, who was now trying to get her nipples to flatten again, felt a sudden stretch in her shirt fabric. She twirled round in the cage to see Lizzy waving at her with a small smile across her face. She nodded her head in a gesture towards Kirstie's chest. She looked down and couldn't believe her eyes! Her tits were growing! At an alarming rate too! She tried to pull her shirt up as to disallow Lizzy to see her cleavage but her breasts were stretching out further, pulling at the flimsy fabric, which was struggling to contain them. Then she felt a bulge in her rear end. She glanced over her shoulder in time to see her ass cheeks doing the same. Pushing at her leggings and pulling apart her panties underneath. Lizzy was having an amazing time as she stared in anticipation as her victim started to breath heavily. A drop of sweat trickled down the side of Kirstie's face. There was no denying it. It did feel good. It felt really good! She didn't even notice her own hand slowly reach down towards her crotch and hold it firmly, feeling the juices beginning to flow, she began slowly rubbing it up and down. Lizzy was doing the same. She was getting as horny as hell too at the site of this young woman filling her panties with cum while her breasts and butt were threatening to tear her clothes away. And she hadn't had to wait long as a distinct ripping sound sent Kirstie eyes upon her shirt as her breasts tore it away leaving her huge tits and hard nipples exposed to the elements and not to mention Lizzy's excited eyes. This was all followed by a second, loud, ripping sound as her leggings and cum-soaked panties gave way and fell down by her feet. Kirstie knew that Lizzy could see everything that was happening to her. But for some reason she wasn't completely furious, but rather the ultimate sense of arousal had overwhelmed any other feeling! Her pussy was still caked in sticky, white fluid and was dripping it down onto the floor between her feet. Lizzy gave one last wave of the stick which sent a stream of blue mist snaking into Kirstie's open pussy. Kirstie's heart started pounding even more now and she could feel her pussy pumping to the rhythm of the beat, with each one sending out a small burst of juice dribbling down her legs. He vagina lips started to bulge and the inner sides pushed themselves out into the air. Kirstie couldn't think straight. She was going to go into an orgasm any moment! She glanced at Lizzy through the bars. Her hand was frantically rubbing against her crotch with juice streaming uncontrollably down her leg. Kirstie had teased her about being a lesbian for so long, and now she was hornier than she had ever been from her doing! And then it hit here. Like a rush of warm air her body flooded with pleasure so intense that it sent her falling back against the wall. She sagged down to the floor as her heart began to slow down and her breathing gradually returned to normal. She was a mess. There was cum all over the floor, she was completely exposed and covered head to toe in her own juices. She looked up at Lizzy who was standing by the bars. Her pants were off and her wet pussy was almost as bulged as hers. Still panting, she picked up her stick which was lying on the floor beside her and put it back into her back pocket. Kirstie was speechless. Lizzy turned towards the door that she had come from, walked a few steps and then turned back to Kirstie. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she said politely before heading away again towards the door. End The Wanderer Looking up at the boiling sun, I wonder if it could get any hotter. It had to be over 100 degrees and I need to find water for my horse or I’ll soon be walking. The sweat is pouring from under my hat, but it provides what little shade I do have for my face. Patting my horse on her neck, I lean forward and tell her, “Find the water for us girl, I’ll just follow your lead,” as I let the reins fall from my hands. She trudges on, her hooves kicking up the loose sand of the desert. Taking me onward, hopefully to water. I can feel my lips cracking from lack of moisture as we top another sand dune and she stops. I look down the far side of the dune and see cactus . I prodded her and told her, “Let’s get us something to drink here. Making her way down the dune, she stopped at the bottom and wouldn’t move another inch. I was barely alive myself, but I managed to climb down . Falling several times before reaching the cactus, the last giving me a face full of dirt. On my knees, I wiped the sand from my face and could not rise again. My legs wouldn’t hold me, so on my knees, I trudged forward another twenty feet . Reaching behind my back at the beltline, I pulled out a Bowie Knife that had a razors edge and cut a chunk from the base of the cactus. Removing it, I brought the inner portion to my mouth and sucked in the pungent liquid it released. A couple beers would not have tasted as good , and I continued until there was nothing left to get. Regaining a little strength, I cut a larger section and called to my horse. “Come on girl, at least it’s wet, get over here.” She finally moved to me and when she got close enough, I raised the cactus to her lips. She whinnied at the smell at first, then she snorted and shook her head, as if saying, “You want me to eat that crap after carrying your ass all this way?” I turned and cut another section and put it to my mouth and held her piece to her. Seeing me , she followed suit and got water from her piece. It wasn’t much, but it saved both of our lives for the moment. Your probably asking yourselves, “What in hell would make someone go through this?” That would have a lot to do with the letter I got two months ago from my brother. I was on the east coast in Norfolk, Virginia working as a ranch hand when I got his letter. Actually, the letter was from his wife, and she let me know that John, my younger brother was having some problems with the railroad people that wanted his property and he was refusing to sell. She feared that things were about to get worse and he may be able to use my help. I let my boss know of the problem and he paid me up to date and gave me a little extra, because I worked hard for him. I went to the bunkhouse and packed what little gear I had, got on my horse and headed to Santa Cruz, New Mexico. It’s taken me a month and a half to get this far. Not much more to go, maybe another seventy five miles or so before I get to his place, but I have to clear this dam desert first. Having enough strength to stand, I grabbed my canteen and sat down next to a second cactus. Removing my neckerchief, I wiped the sweat from my face and neck then rung it out and opened it up on my lap. Cutting a small piece from the cactus, I squeezed it as hard as I could and watched as the fluids dripped onto the neckerchief. I continued this until I was able to ring out the fluid into my canteen. By the time I finished, there was not much left to the cactus and my canteen was full. My horse didn’t want anymore and I was ready to get the hell out of here, so I jumped on her back and we headed out once again. Four hours later, we had reached signs of green grass and the end of the desert. My girl had saw this too and she moved a little quicker, then all of a sudden she went into a trot. I wasn’t ready for that and nearly got thrown, but I held on while she ran. She had a reason for running, just over the ridge was a small lake with clean fresh water and she had smelt it. When she stopped at the lake, I jumped off and threw myself into the water whooping and hollering like some crazy person. I must of scared her, cause she backed away from the water and then came back and drank her fill. It was late in the afternoon, so I removed my saddle from her back and made camp for the night. The fire was cozy and there was a little breeze coming across the lake, so I slept well, and she had walked off to get some grass while I slept. In the morning, the rising sun woke me and I had to walk a mile to find my horse, but we got it all together and headed towards Santa Cruz. At noon we found ourselves looking at what I thought was a ghost town, but the closer we got, I began to see signs of life. When we got into town, I went to the livery and told the man to fix her up good and rub her down, tossing him some coins. I went to the saloon, I needed a drink. I deserved a drink. The bartender looked at me and said, “What can I get ya?” “Beer, and don’t let me go empty either.” That first beer tasted so good, and went down fast, but he was a good bartender and had another ready. Looking around the place, it was quiet. “Not much going on in this town, is there? I said. “No, folks have been movin left and right, not many left. Been thinking of closing this down and movin on myself.” “What’s making them cut and run?” “With the railroad going through Santa Cruz, folks think it’ll be better there.” “How far is Santa Cruz?” “Bout four hours, west.” “I heard the railroad people were causing trouble over there, or something like that.” “You know as well as I do, those with the money always win out, one way or another.” “Yeah, spect your right there,” I said. “Where can a guy get a bath and a shave round here?” “Cross the street, Jim Anderson is the barber and his wife Hannah will set up a tub of good n’ hot water for ya.” “Thanks,” I said as I tossed a fifty cent piece to him. Walking across the street, I entered the Barber Shop and was met by an elderly guy who introduced himself as Jim Anderson. Told him I wanted a haircut and also wanted to get rid of this growth on my face. While sitting in the chair, I told him I wanted a bath too. He yelled, “Hannah, fix up a hot tub, you’ll have a customer in a bit.” There was no response. After Jim removed a month and a half of beard and hair, he said, “If ya want, the wife will wash and dry your clothes too.” Walking to the back of the Barber Shop, I opened the rear door and had to stop dead in my tracks. Pouring a bucket of hot water into a large tub, was the most beautiful young lady I had ever seen. No more than twenty, blonde hair put up in a bun, with strands hanging here and there. She was dressed fancy, kind of looked like a sack dress, but God she was busty to say the least. She turned her head towards me and brushed the strands of hair from her face and said, “Hello, I’m Hannah, Jim’s wife.” From the look on my face she knew exactly what I was thinking. “I know, I know, I hear it all the time. Why am I married to such an older man, right? “Yeah, that kinda went through my head.” “As you can see, there ain’t a whole lot here abouts to pick from.” As she walked around a wall, she said, “Just leave your clothes on the chair and I’ll get em cleaned up for ya.” I stripped down to my birthday suit and jumped into the tub and yelled, “SHIT!!!!” Hannah came running from the other side of the wall, seeing the look on my face, she laughed and said, “Forgot to tell ya, the waters really hot.” Bringing her hand to cover her mouth, she went and took my clothes and walked behind the wall again. While I got use to the water and began to scrub myself down, I heard a sweet voice start singing. I stopped and just listened in amazement at one of the prettiest singing voices I had ever heard. After a while, I heard a door open and Jim stuck his head in the room and said, “Hannah, I’m going over to the saloon, see ya in a while.” Hannah walked out and with her hands on her hips, she looked at her husband and said, “Will ya be back in time for supper?” “Yeah, won’t be missin’ any of your cookin’.” He closed the door and she turned to look at me and smiled, going back into her area. In a little while Hannah came out with a bucket in her hand and came to the tub. “Well, I was gonna pour this over your head to rinse out the soap, but ya haven’t touched your face.” Reaching for a small cloth, Hannah dipped it in the tub water and softly tugged his head back and scrubbed his face. His head was resting between her soft breasts, so he let her continue. After his face was washed, she reached for a small scrub brush and also dunked it into the tub. Taking the large bar of soap from his hand, she soaped the brush down then in a swift move, shoved his head under water and then pulled him back up, then started to scrub his hair clean. “Dang woman, you tryin’ to drown me?” “No!, just get ya clean, like your payin’ for.” “What else am I payin’ for that I don’t know about?” “Guess that all depends on how much you’re wantin’ to spend.” “I’ve never been know to pinch any coins, and I do like good treatment, so what ya got in mind?” Hannah stood up and went to the side of the tub and looking into the water at him, then at his face, she pulled her sack dress up over her head and stood naked next to him and said, “Interested?” With a smile on his face, his hand reached out to hers, as his eyes traveled up and down her body. Her breasts were large and perfectly round, with big stiff nipples, her waist was small and her pussy was covered by blonde pubic hair. Hannah stepped into the tub and lying along his side, she kissed his lips and her hand searched the water for his cock. She found it and wrapped her hand around it and started to masturbate him. His hand roamed her breasts, and his mouth found her nipple. He moved her on top of him and Hannah held onto his stiff cock and inserted it into her pussy. Hannah rode his cock as he continued to suck on her nipples. Water was lapping over the rim of the tub with all the movement and he kept thrusting his cock inside of her. Having been without a woman in over six months, he came quickly. Hannah felt the initial spurt spray inside of her and she tightened her pussy on his shaft as he let loose three more times. Seeing that he was finished and his cock was shrinking inside of her, Hannah stood up an grabbed a nearby towel and dried herself off, while she stood over him. All the while, his eyes were looking right at her pussy and he kept licking his lips. Stepping out of the tub, she wiped down her legs and then getting another towel, said, “Stand up.” He did, and she started to dry him off, his head was first and she worked her way down his body. When she got to his waist, she had him step out of the tub and she got another towel and went back to drying him off, this time his legs were first. Kneeling in front of him while doing this, his cock dangling in front of her face, she couldn’t help herself, she leaned forward and took his limp dick into her mouth and let it grow in her mouth. When his cock was finally hard enough, she pulled off of him and said, “Now you can fuck me properly.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her to a nearby table and laid her on it. Standing between her legs, he brought his mouth to her pussy and stuck his tongue deep into her pussy. Holding onto his head, she shoved her pussy into him and he ate her like he had never eaten another woman. Taking her clit into his mouth, he nibbled and tongued it, until Hannah screamed out, “Oh dear Lord, I’m cuming,” pushing his harder into her pussy. When she finished cuming, he stood straight and placed his cockhead at her pussy entrance and then slid his shaft deep inside of her. His hips moved back and forth, and hers rose and fell in unison. With a desire she had not felt since she got married, she fucked this cowboy and she kept telling herself, “ I want his child, I want his child.” Soon both were at the edge of their limits and when he unloaded his for jet of sperm inside of her, she climaxed too. Together they held tight onto one another as nerve end after nerve end tingled. Still a little lightheaded, she sat up and said, “I’ll have to put my dress on to go get your clothes outside.” As she walked away from him, he watched her beautiful ass cheeks as they bounced up and down and when she threw her dress back on, he retained the vision of her nakedness. Bringing his clothes back to him, he started to dress, and she stood there and watched him. “Where bouts’ya headin’?” “Goin’to see my brother in Santa Cruz, seems he’s got a few problems that need takin’ care of.” “What’s your brothers name, may have heard bout him?” “John Kincaid, and by the way, I’m Randall, Randall Kincaid.” “He’s the one that was refusing to sell his property to the railroad people. Yeah! I heard of him.” “What do you mean, Was refusing?” “If I read the article in the paper right, seem to recall that he was shot up pretty bad and the paper said something about the bank taking his property if he doesn’t make his payment.” Randall quickly dressed and after strapping on his Colt to his hip, he handed Hannah a twenty dollar gold piece and started to walk out. “Randall, Hannah said, If when your done in Santa Cruz, would ya be headin’ back this way?” “Don’t rightly know, but if I do, I’ll be dam sure to see ya again, if that’s alright?” “Yes!, That’s what I wanted to hear.” Randall left and headed for the stable and after paying the hand, he saddled his horse and rode off. Standing on the top of the knoll, looking down on my brother’s place, I notice that there’s very little movement. Night was beginning to settle in, so I went back down the knoll and made a camp. Taking the saddle of my horse, I let her go graze and collected some wood for a small fire. After about an hour, I walked back up the knoll and looked at the ranch and saw a light in the front of the house. Waiting until it got darker, I decided to go to the house and see who was there and if the rumor about John was true. I made a small amount of coffee and nibbled on some corn biscuits and just waited. Keeping to the darkest areas, I worked my way to the house and slid along the side. A light shone through, but I couldn’t make out who was moving around in there. Squatting, I went under the window and over to the front door. Reaching down, I drew my colt and got ready for any problems that may lay ahead. I pulled the lever up and it was well greased and made no noise, so I pushed the door open and with my colt aimed inside, I entered the house. I heard a scream to my left and quickly turned. It was a woman, her hands were on her face and she looked terrified. “Are you Kathleen?” She nodded her head yes and I said, “I’m Randall, John’s brother. Anyone else in here?” She said, “No, just me, when did you arrive?” “Been watching the house for a couple hours now, where’s John?” “He’s over Doc Riddley’s place, can’t be moved.” “The paper was right then, how bad is he?” “He was gut shot Randall, then they stood over him and shot him in each leg and each shoulder, just for the hell of it.” “Who did it, do you know?” “No he sent me into town to get some supplies and when I got back here, he was lying out front all shot up. I thought he was dead, but he wasn’t so I somehow got him in the back of the wagon and headed to the doc’s place.” “I was told that the bank was going to foreclose on you?” “Tomorrow, payment is due tomorrow by 10AM.” “How much is left to pay this place off?” “I think John mentioned he had a year left to pay at a hundred dollars a month.” “What’s the doc saying about John, is he gonna live?” “At first the doc said no, but John’s hung on for three weeks now and the doc changed his mind.” “OK, give me a few moments to get my saddlebags and I’ll be back.” I checked outside and didn’t see anyone, so I made my way to my saddle and called for my horse. I just threw the saddle on her and walked her to the stable and set her up for the night. I threw my saddlebag over my shoulder and went back to the house. Kathleen had put some water on for coffee and turned to look at me when I walked in. “Ain’t got no food to offer ya, but I got coffee.” “That’s just fine, I ate already.” Sitting at the table, she told me about the railroad people wanting to buy the ranch and how it was sitting right in the line of the tracks they were putting down. She mentioned a man named Belmont, seems he was the one making all the decisions for the railroad. After all was said, I reached into my bag and pulled out a leather wallet and opened it up. Counting out fifteen hundred dollars, I handed it to Kathleen. “Go to the bank, first thing in the morning and pay off the lien on the ranch and make sure you get the signed deed in your hands. Then take the rest and buy some food for this place.” “I…I can’t take this.” “Why? I come by it honest.” “John would be furious with me.” “So, don’t tell him until he’s well enough. If he wants to pay me back, he can, no bother.” We both heard the sound of horses out front, and I watched Kathleen reach for a 30 gauge, over/under shotgun and head to the door. “Don’t let them know I’m here.” Opening the door, the shotgun tucked deep into her shoulder, she yelled, “Who are you, speak your peace.” A voice came back, “Mrs. Kincaid, its me, Joe Bentley, just stopping by to see how much work its going to take to get rid of these buildings tomorrow afternoon.” “Well, Mr. Bentley, that’s tomorrow and tonight the property is still mine, so I’d appreciate it if you left without any trouble.” “Sure enough Mrs. Kincaid, sure enough. Just make sure you got all your belongings, cause I’ll be burnin’ all of it tomorrow. Let’s go men.” They took off and Kathleen stood on the porch, still holding the shotgun until they were out of range and then turned back into the house, closing the door behind her. “Pretty gutsy for a women to face that many men.” “If they could see me good, I was shaking like crazy.” “They’re gone so you can relax, don’t believe they’ll be back tonight. They are pretty confident the property will belong to the railroad tomorrow.” “Now, about tomorrow morning, here’s what we’ll do…..” At 9AM, Kathleen walked into the bank and told the teller she needed to see Mr. Colton, the bank owner. He went back and told her to come on in. Kathleen walked through the swinging doors and went to the back of the bank where Mr. Colton was sitting behind his desk. Sitting at his desk she looked at him and said, "I’ll be needing the deed to the ranch today, here’s the money that’s owed to you,” as she tossed the money onto his desk. Hank Colton looked at the money, then into her face and said, “Are you sure this is the way you want to play this Mrs. Kincaid?" “My deed sir, if you will, then I can be going.” Picking up the money, he went to the safe and came back with an envelope and handed it to Kathleen. “I’m sure you’ve given this a lot of thought, so here’s the deed and the ranch now belongs to you and your husband. How is he doing, by the way?” Standing, she looked down at him and said, “John is just fine and doing quite well, thank you,” as she turned and walked out of the bank. I left the bank, just after Kathleen and stood on the sidewalk watching her walking to the General Store. No one was bothering her, but I was just making sure. Leaning against a pole, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my fixing’s and rolled me a smoke. Lighting it, I caught movement on my right. Three men were coming from the alley and looked as if they were headed in the direction of the General Store, so I strode across the street and followed them.