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The Ride From Five Roses
By BILL AND ELLEN
ELLEN'S STORY:
The last half of July, Bill and I vacationed at a western dude ranch
with the unlikely name of Five Roses. We signed in at a hotel
desk that seemed a bit on the urban side to have been what the owners
called the bunk house. The clerk suggested that we
walk over to the arena to watch the western show. We changed clothes
in our room and strolled outside to join a line of guests
filing into shaded bleachers surrounding the arena.
A young man galloped through a gate held open by a grizzled looking
ranch hand, twirling a lasso for a quick pass in front of us,
his horse kicking up clouds of dust. He began a dazzling display of
stunts that I couldn't even imagine how one would train for.
He turned to look back at me as he rode past, grinning as he jumped
into a reverse sitting position on the saddle, then stretched
alongside the horse as I remember cowboys doing in old TV movies when
they wished to hide, not allowing anyone on the far
side of the horse to see them. He went around half the arena's
distance standing on his hands in the saddle, then per formed
some saddle gymnastics that would have impressed my aerobics instruc
tor even if he hadn't been on a horse. We laughed and
clapped along with the crowd.
At the end of his fifteen minute show, he jumped from his horse onto a
wooden stage at the arena's center, removed his hat to
reveal a shock of blond hair, and strode to a microphone. He was tall
and lean, his blue pants stuffed into dark blue boots; I
imagined his muscles rippling beneath his blue satiny shirt.
"I'm Chad," he introduced himself. He was 23 years old. His voice was
at once husky and high-pitched, something like Oliver
North's, breaking now and then. He welcomed us to the ranch and
invited us to dinner at the "Chuck Wagon Chow Hall" just
beyond the corral. He climbed back onto his horse, standing, and then
was gone amid the crowd's cheers.
An hour later, Bill and I sat across from him at a
checkerboard-covered wooden table in the dining hall. Chad had been
raised
on an orphanage ranch and had joined the marines when he was only 17.
Bill had also been an orphan and a marine recon.
Chad had served fewer years, but those experiences established a bond
between them. Chad took a particular interest in me.
Although Chad was only one of 4 riding instructors, he made sure he
was with me at every opportunity.
The next afternoon, I arrived at the riding stables, attired in white
boots, a white western hat and a beige cowgirl mini-dress,
with fringe reaching to mid-thigh. I was raised in a city and had
never ridden a horse, so after an hour's instruction, I was
bumping high in the saddle as this uncooperative palomino trotted
along a well-worn forest path a couple of miles from the
ranch.
Chad crawled from his horse onto my saddle behind me, his hands press
ing my legs, bared to the hips, tighter against the
horse, and blurted, "Don't hold the reins so loosely!"
I turned to Bill, who was smiling at me, and muttered in frustration,
"Give me another half hour. I can do it, I'm sure." Bill rode
alongside Chad's horse, grasped the reins, and offered, "Why don't you
two keep at it until Ellen gets it right? It's about six
now, and I'm getting hungry." Bill, of course, KNEW he was setting me
up. Chad protested halfheartedly, but Bill turned and
trotted off with Chad's white horse following obediently behind.
staying with me until I thought I was doing pretty well.
The sun was setting beyond the trees when he suggested we ride back to
the ranch. I requested that I ride behind him, so we
switched places. My hands defiantly on my hips, I insisted, "Not so
fast. I want to take in the view."
He turned onto a wooded trail and told me, "Then here's one you
shouldn't miss." He stopped at a tranquil stream, reddened by
the late sun, setting beneath tall, fantastic-shaped rocks.
"It's beautiful," I admitted and allowed my trembling hands to slither
around his hips. The horse shuddered beneath us as he
shook his mane. I rested my cheek on his shoulder as I listened to the
stream. His manhood grew until half its length throbbed
beneath my hands.
Although I didn't know at that time, Bill had sneaked back, hoping
that something would come of the arrangement he'd left. I
usually knew when Bill was watching, but he was more careful outdoors
than in our own home. He'd positioned himself on the
high rocks above amid the long shadows of the tall pines.
BILL'S STORY:
Having circled back, I'd tethered the horse to a pine tree fifty yards
behind me and was standing on an overhanging flat rock
jutting from the mound above them. Leaning against a dying stump that
was a head taller than me, I watched them just twenty
feet below.
Chad turned his head, his face brushing Ellen's. When she didn't move,
he kissed her. He came down off the horse onto a bed
of damp leaves. She glanced down. Her eyes widened. She gasped at the
burgeoning tool beneath the burgandy jeans that fit
him like an elastic glove. His engorged penis bulged halfway down his
thigh. He pulled her alongside him, their arms twining. His
hands cupped the fullness of her soft breasts.
Her lips ovaled as his huge instrument throbbed against her groin. Her
face registered as much fear as desire as she stroked his
expectant manhood. Chad coaxed her to the ground, his body hovering
above her. Her hips rotated as she thrashed beneath
him. Although the evening wind was warm, she was shivering with fear
and passion.
He unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned the dress. Her breasts and shaved
mound lay exposed beneath his intense gaze. His lips
trembled as he tugged at the snaps of his shirt and jeans. And now he
was nude, his long cock curving up an unbelievable length
from the tuft of blond pubic hair. Chad's body was hard and slender.
His long muscular arms were like tree trunks. His fingers
that were stroking her tremulant breasts were like bananas.
His lips closed around a firm reddened nipple that was now standing
out like an Indian's spear. Ellen squeezed his hardness.
Her hand was unable to close around the breadth of his broad manhood.
He wordlessly spread her trembling legs apart, his
tongue exploring the path to her stomach, then flicking across her
vaginal lips.
She wailed with pleasure as his tongue probed her clitoris. Her groin
rotated with mad pleasure.
He mounted her. Ellen eagerly responded. Her long legs involuntarily
slid around his hips. The size of Chad's long, bobbing
cock as her ankles locked around him made me think of her as
straddling a horse from beneath. Her pussy involuntarily
quivered upward. My wife's hands gripped his swollen instrument,
guiding its bulbous head to her vagina. Her eyes were wide
with fear and wanton pleasure as she watched his long manhood slither
into her lubricated depths. She cried, "UNHHHHHHH!
I'm so fucking hot! You're KILLING me! It's so fucking BIG!" That
didn't stop him. I knew she didn't want him to stop. He
was riding her with the zest he'd displayed on his horse at the eaming
helplessly as his instrument rolled mercilessly through her
shuddering channel. Sobbing, she was fucking back against him with a
vengeance!
ELLEN'S STORY:
I'd forgotten about Bill. My vaginal walls were splitting as Chad's
huge instrument invaded my depths. I was so hot I didn't
know what to do. My voice quaking, I pleaded, "Oh, Chad, GIVE it to
me! I NEED your cock!" And I begged for every inch
until I was impaled by his enormous scepter, sunk only HALF its
length, the head pressing against the back of my vagina. I
moaned, "Oh, GOD! It's so BIG! So fucking AWESOME!"
And now he was riding me furiously! I screamed out, "Oh, GOD! I'm on
FIRE! I've never FELT like this, don't stop! Don't
STOP!" I shuddered like the falling leaves around us that were driven
by the warm winds. His massive cock steamed through
my creaming tunnel! I burst into a flame of a desire, sobbing with
pleasure.
As my head was thrashing from side to side, I glimpsed the shadowed
form of Bill on the rocks twenty feet above us. He was
pumping his cock; I imagined him grinning down at me, pushing my lust
into overdrive!
Chad was pounding his monster into me, his lips mouthing my soft
breasts.
My long, slender legs gripped his rippling muscles, my hips lifting
with each withdrawal, my back surrendering to the leaves'
dampness with each heart-stopping thrust. Sobbing, I mewed in a long
modulated wail, "Oh fuck me, Chad, FUCK me!
FUCK ME-E-E-E!" Tears pooled in my eyes, streaking my cheeks and
wetting my hair.
Chad's eyes were glazed, his lips parted. I felt the climax building
between the two of us, his cock expanding even further within
the tremors of my lubricating walls.
Unexpectedly, he disengaged, pushing me around to my knees.
I braced my arms against the leaves as his hands reached around me,
stroking the fullness of my breasts. His long, curving cock
reentered my cunt from the rear.
My mouth and eyes opened widely at the pain and pleasure as he pushed
deeper. I gasped passionately when we were finally
united, then screamed in ravenous ecstasy. He thrust forward savagely.
My vaginal muscles tightened around his swollen cock.
My clitoris fluttered passionately as his huge veins bulged, forcing
my walls apart with a strength like Goliath's arms against the
columns of the heathen temple.
My heart was thumping so strongly, I thought it would jump out of my
throat. An earthquake rumbled deep within my mind and
my vagina; Chad and I were falling through a massive, quaking crevice
into a fiery well of adul terous passion, my channel
creaming like warm butter as we thrashed against each other with the
fervor of hellish demons.
BILL'S STORY:
Ellen's eyes were rolling as she fucked wildly back against him in
long strokes. His large rough hands cupped her buttocks. His
balls were slapping the mounds of her buttocks. Her head gyrated in
wide circles, her hair flailing the warm night air.
My wife's body pulsated in white-hot lust. She turned to watch him as
she pleaded, "Oh, FUCK me, Chad! Fuck me like I've
NEVER been fucked!" And he was doing just that, hammering his
throbbing tool into her like a jack hammer. Bucking back
against him, she cried, "Oh, Chad, I LOVE your cock. God HELP me! I
love FUCKING you!" I was drugged with a
time-stilling sensa tion as I watched her hips rolling in erotic
rhythem with his every thrust. She was staring at him in awe. My
jaw sagged in the wonder of their passion. olled in wide circles as
they fucked like demons; it was then that she glimpsed me as
I gazed down upon them. I was stroking my cock. Our eyes locked a
second as she tensed. Then, as his tempo increased, she
looked back at Chad. A low quavering "OHHHHH!" escaped her lips with
each pummeling. Her soft breasts heaved in
tremulant rhythm with Chad's battering entry.
She eagerly bumped her hips against his, matching his every thrust.
She stared back to watch him as his hips were hammering
the roundness of her buttocks.
ELLEN'S STORY:
My buttocks flattened against his stomach each time he rammed madly
into me. A rapturous promise of orgasmic passion
fluttered within my groin. I gasped, feeling the passionate waves
building within us. His massive cock was expanding to even
more monstrous proportions! I fucked my vagina in upward circles,
squeezing his manhood like a hand wrapped around an
udder. I squealed, "Come WITH me, Chad! I love it! I LOVE it! I love
YOU! Oh god YES! I love YOU!"
And then it was happening! The stars crashed, exploding in supernova!
I shut my eyes tightly, sobbing as we came in
mind-shattering unison. Lost in a steaming forest of erotic wonder, I
moaned, "OH-H-H-H, JE-E-E-E-SUS!" Our inflamed
bodies and minds intertwined in cosmic eruptions as his hot sperm
continued to burst within my creaming channel. And then
again, with each shattering orgasm, my eyes rolled, my long hair
flailing the night air. His cock pulsated as my cuntal walls
milked the last of his gushing sperm. I was fucking back against him
long after he'd no longer been able to thrust into me and his
slippery organ had begun to soften.
His chest heaved as he lay alongside me. I glanced to the high rocks.
Bill was no longer there. Chad would be mine, alone, as
long as I wanted him for the night.
Chad and I strolled to the stream, entering the cool water slowly, and
splashed around a few minutes. I was lubricating again as
I gazed at his manhood, now lustily rising again.
When the warm breeze had dried our fervid bodies, I rolled atop Chad,
taking his cock in my mouth, bringing him again to his
unbelievably long hardness. I slurped its length until, his cock far
down my throat, my lips and tongue fucked him to another
orgasm. We spent the night alongside the stream.
At midnight, I awoke to his muscular body hovering above me. He
entered me, my moans piercing the star-lit night. We made
love with the passion of a young stallion fucking an eager mare until
three hours before dawn.
We rode back to the ranch, where I quietly entered our room. Bill was
still awake. I told him about all that he didn't see, then
drifted asleep. At sun-up, he looked down at me and inquired, "How'd
you like the special guest attention, my little Fuckeroo?"
I giggled, pulling on his cock.
Bill suggested that we drive to a nearby restaurant instead of having
breakfast in the dining hall that morning.
As we emerged from the car into the restaurant's parking lot, we each
glanced toward at a hand-lettered sign someone had
taped to a pickup truck's rear window. We laughed. The sign read, "HOW
CAN YOU TELL HE'S A COWBOY IF YOU
HAVEN'T SEEN HIM RIDE?"