She acted like
breakfast was fine, but didn't eat a lot. She had better
taste than accepting powdered eggs and bacon with so many preservatives
in it that it would last a year on the shelf in a vacuum sealed foil
pouch.
He explained
what their goal was for the day. It was inevitable
that cattle drifted, while they were on a pasture, and when they were
moved to another pasture, it was inevitable that a few would be left
behind. Steers were no big deal, though they got a little wild
sometimes, living on their own. Cows with calves, or that had
calves while they were loose were the biggest problem. They
tended to hide from predators, and man was sometimes considered a
predator, as far as they were concerned. If they had
calves, they also tried to protect them, from any kind of beast,
whether it went on two or four legs.
He explained
that the horses knew what to do, and all she really had to do was stay
in the saddle, but that might not be as easy as she thought. The
horses would cut, jump and dash to herd the cattle, and, until the cows
gave up and decided to go along, that could take a while. He
likened it to when Buttercup stopped so suddenly at the waterfall, and
Brenda fell off.
"I was ... um
... distracted that time," she said, with a grin. "I'll try
not to be distracted this time." Her eyes sparkled.
"It would probably be better if you made sure I'm not distracted ...
before we go ..."
He just stared at her.
Her cheeks
turned pink. "Well," she almost whined. "I slept really
good last night, because I wasn't ... distracted."
"I heard what you were doing over there. You did it a long time," he said bluntly.
She flushed brighter.
"That was just
because I was still all excited from what we did. Once I
... once I was satisfied, I slept really good." She stuck her
chin out. "I would have stayed in the pool a lot longer than you
let me."
"If I satisfy you right now," he said softly, "it might be uncomfortable to ride for a while."
The look in her
eye told him everything, even before she spoke. "This is my last
wish trip. I'd like to herd some cattle before it's over,
but I think I want this other thing even more. Do we really
HAVE to go on today?" Her head tilted again, and her blue eyes
gazed into his brown ones. "I mean ... if it was
uncomfortable ... couldn't we just rest here for a while?"
"It's a day and
a half ride to get back to the ranch," he said. "Two long
days if we find more than five or ten strays." His
eyes dropped involuntarily to the front of her shirt. "But
we don't absolutely have to gather strays."
Her hand went to his cheek, to scrape along the stubble there.
"You're so good
to me," she said softly. "I feel like kissing you," she went on,
the back of her fingers sliding along his jaw.
"You want me to shave?" he asked.
"No," she said. "I just don't know how to start."
His hands,
unable to remain still, went to her waist, and he pulled her gently
against him. Her breasts felt soft against his chest as she
tilted her face up, her eyes open wide.
He kissed the
corner of her mouth first, very gently, and then slid his lips along
her cheek to nibble at her earlobe. She shivered and her
arms went around him.
"Ohhhh, I want this so much," she moaned.
"You're sure?" he whispered in her ear.
"Make me feel like you did last night," she gasped.
Within sixty
seconds she was naked again, her clothes lying in a pile on the floor,
and his shirt was off, his belt unbuckled. She dropped to a
squat, trying to pull his jeans down, and they slid over his jockey's,
leaving bulging white cloth in front of her face. Her hands
smoothed over that cloth as her palms slid to let her fingertips grasp
the waistband. Bob felt foolish with his jeans around his
ankles, his boots still on, but when she pulled his shorts down, and
his rampant prick bounced up into the air, her reaction blew all that
away.
"It's so
beautiful," she cooed, her hand going to it to slick the foreskin back
off the glans. She kissed the tip. "Should I
suck it again?" she asked, looking up at him.
"No," he gasped. "I'm about to lose it already."
She let go of
him like he was a hot pan, and stood up. Then, not knowing
what to do, she went to her cot and lay down on it. She looked
awkward, trying to assume some pose that would tease him, but not
knowing how. It gave him time to kick off his boots, and
pull the legs of his jeans off each foot, as he balanced on the
other. The look in her eyes ... her flushed face ... her
heaving breasts, all told him she was excited about this ...
eager. His prick felt so hard he thought he could
pound a nail with it.
As he walked
toward her, she spread her legs. Her right leg went off the cot,
and her heel dropped to the floor. The other knee hit the
wall, and she brought that foot up toward her naked pussy.
He knew that he couldn't just stick it in her, though that's exactly
what he ached to do now. Instead, he lowered his face to
her flat belly and licked her belly button.
"That tickles," she panted.
"Does this?" he asked.
He pushed his
face lower and licked her tightly closed slit. The firm
lips resisted, but were no match for his tongue, which split them open
as her hips gave a convulsive jerk upward.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she
moaned. Her right leg flailed a little, trying to help her hips
lurch upwards into his face, but not being long enough to work well,
with her heel on the floor. To compensate, he crawled onto
the cot, hearing it creak with his weight, and slid his hands under her
butt.
Now he could
glue her to his mouth. He knew his whiskers were scratching her,
but there wasn't anything he could do about that except make her
concentrate on something else. He used his nose to find her
clitty, while his tongue penetrated her tight sheath as far as he could
reach.
"UHHHHHH" she grunted, her hands coming to his hair.
He felt, smelled
and tasted her moisture as her pussy flooded, preparing for what it
knew was coming, whether she did or not. He moved his lips
upward, finding her nubbin and sucking at it. Then he tortured it
with the tip of his tongue while she began jerking under
him. He alternated between sucking and flicking until her
gasps got a rhythm to them that announced she was fast approaching an
orgasm. He let that wash over her and, when he thought the
time was right, moved up to suck at each nipple while she caught her
breath.
"You should be on top, the first time," he said.
"I don't know what to do," she panted.
"I'll help you," he promised.
She got up, her
knees rubbery, while he lay down on his back. Then she
collapsed on top of him, her lips kissing his neck and chin. His
prick was held prisoner by the weight of her belly on it.
She knew enough
to push with her arms, and sit up. He talked her into a squat,
and held his prick, pointing it straight up as she lowered her pussy
toward it. She missed, and it rubbed up over her clitty as she
sat on his balls.
"Slowly," he warned. "Don't just sit down on it."
She moaned in
frustration, her breath already moving in and out in a pant, as she
repositioned herself to try again. He felt the tip notch
into her as warmth covered it.
"Now ... easy does it," he murmured.
He was surprised
to feel her sink down two inches, the tip sliding into her with
amazingly little resistance. Then her pussy lips reached the
wider portion of his shaft, and she hissed.
"It stings," she moaned.
"You're being stretched," he whispered.
"I feel so full," she said, looking down at where they were joined. "There's so much left!"
"Just take it easy," he warned.
"My legs hurt," she whined. They were tense from keeping her up, off the thing prodding her virgin tunnel.
"Lie down on
me," he said. She leaned forward and he caught her weight as
another inch slipped into her and she groaned.
As soon as she was lying fully on top of him, he pulled her upward, removing some of his cock from her stressed pussy.
"Don't take it out," she whined.
"I'm not. Just lie there and play with it a little," he said.
She pushed with
her arms, getting most of what she'd lost back into her and
hummed. Her face was tense, but not quite in a
grimace.
"I told you it would hurt," he chided.
"It doesn't hurt ... exactly," she said, moving forward and then back again. "I just feel so full."
"Arch your back," he instructed her.
She didn't know
what he meant, and just tried to sit back up. He stopped
her. "Stick your breasts out at me," he said.
She got it then
and her belly sagged as she used her back muscles to push her breasts
at his face. Her eyes opened wide as her clitty came into full
contact with his prick. Her hips began to jerk faster, in
tiny forward and backward movements.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed. "That feels goooood."
Since her
nipples were within reach, he leaned his head forward and sucked one
in, biting it gently. The reaction was automatic. She
scooted backward, and took almost all of him into her. He felt
her taut, white butt cheeks caress his balls.
"Ohhhh Bob," she sighed, scooting back forward. "This is better."
She began sliding in earnest, then, and her head drooped to stare at his face.
"We're making love," she gasped.
"Yes, we are," he panted.
"I like this, Bob," she moaned. "I like this a lot."
"I'm glad, baby," he grunted. "Just do whatever feels good."
She slid back, and her mouth opened wide as she finally got all of him inside her.
"That feels
good," she gasped. She slid back forward, almost
pulling off of him completely. "But that feels good too."
She scooted all the way on him and groaned. "Suck my
titties again," she gasped.
Bob leaned up and alternated, sucking one, and rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh yeah," she gasped, moving faster. "It's going to happen, Bob!" she squealed.
"Ride 'em, cowgirl," he grinned. "Time to gallop."
She did, too,
sitting mostly up as her hips kept driving him into her. In this
position, she didn't come off him at all, but was still able to rub her
overjoyed clit against the base of his prick.
Even if she
hadn't said anything, Bob would have known she was there. Her
pussy rippled and spasmed, all around his prick, and her abdominal
muscles went into a spasm too as she lost the rhythm and just wiggled,
impaled on his shaft. He squeezed and mauled her
tender nipples as she rode the crest of an orgasm that made her hold
her breath with its intensity. Her head went back and she looked
like she was screaming at the moon, though she made no sound at all
other than a drawn out "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH".
She froze for a
couple of seconds and he just cupped her breasts, holding her up, as,
one by one, tense muscles loosened and she began to sag slowly
downward. She ended up on his chest, gasping for air, the
side of her face pressed against him like she was trying to hear his
heartbeat.
Bob had only had
sex with one other woman in his life, and when she deflowered herself
on him, he had been so excited that he couldn't even remember it all
afterwards. This was different. He was older,
now, more mature, and more capable of controlling the feelings inside
him. Half of him wanted nothing more than to roll her over
and skewer her until he blasted her full of spunk. But the other
half had just watched her do something beautiful ... something most men
never get to really pay attention to while it's happening.
He was astonished, on one level, because it hadn't gone anything like
he anticipated it would. He had expected pain and tears ...
a look on her face that suggested betrayal. Instead, he got
what Dannie had given him, so many times ... a woman getting something
that she would always love, and always want more of.
He stroked her back, while she got her breath.
"You're still hard," she mumbled, her cheek moving against his chest.
"Uh huh," he agreed.
"Didn't you ... you know ... squirt? Like last night?"
He
smiled. The mature lover in his arms still had some sixteen
year old girl left in her as she grappled with what words to use.
"No. I was
having too much fun watching you." He stroked her back some
more. "Besides, you could get pregnant."
She shook with
laughter and sat up, sighing as he was driven deep into her
again. "I'll probably never have another period," she said,
without a trace of self pity. "But it won't be because of
this." She wiggled slowly on him, experimenting with what
it felt like to sit further and further up while her body weight drove
him ever deeper. "The chemo screwed up my cycle
royally. I haven't had a regular period for months."
"Congratulations?" he said, not knowing whether that was good or bad.
She ignored him. "Can I go again?"
"Your wish is my command," he said.
"Can you be on top this time?" she asked.
"Sure," he said. "I'm kind of heavy, though."
"I want to try
it like that," she said, ignoring his warning. She wiggled some
more. "But I don't want to get off, either."
"You can't have it both ways," he grinned.
She tried to get
her feet back beside his hips, but that didn't work. Then she
tried to slide down his thighs, but she couldn't pull off of him that
way either because it drove him deep inside her.
"Oooo, owww," she complained as her pussy lips were stretched even more.
She went back up and he nipped at her nipples as they hung over his face while she finally found a way to slide off of him.
"Ooooooo, I feel so empty," she complained.
"I can solve that problem," he huffed.
She scrambled
off of him, to stand beside him as he sat up, his prick sticking out
obscenely in his lap. It was shiny with her fluids.
He stood up, and stopped as she said "Wait!"
He watched as
she took her sleeping bag and laid it out on the floor, between the cot
and stove. Then she went to get his and laid it on top of hers.
"More room," she panted.
When she flopped
down this time, and her thighs parted for him, she drew her knees up
and let them fall outward, opening herself for him in complete
surrender. He stared at her pussy lips. Their tight,
white lines were gone, replaced by engorged, fleshy lips that gaped
open slightly. Now they were pink, going to light purple.
He sank down
between her thighs, and her hands went to his shoulders.
She raised her head to watch as, with one hand, he positioned his ram
between those engorged lips. As he slid in, her head dropped and
she groaned.
"Oh yessssss," she hissed.
Though he went
in slowly, he didn't stop until he couldn't go any further.
She felt completely different this way. He could feel the
pressure of her pussy as it was shoved and stretched. She was
tight, and hot, and there was a squelching sound as fluid inside her
was displaced to sputter out around his prick.
As soon as he
was all the way in, he pulled back out. Before she could voice
her objection, though, he slid back in, and got another sigh of
happiness.
"This ... is just ... as good," she panted.
He couldn't tell
exactly how things speeded up. He hadn't intended to pound her,
but that's what he ended up doing. He kept his weight off of her
as much as possible, and that let him watch as, almost suddenly, her
breasts began to bob up and down as his pubic bone impacted hers with
each thrust. He heard the noises that told him she
was having an orgasm, but he was suddenly light headed as his balls
announced they'd had enough. He wasn't sure if she was done
or not, but it didn't matter. He couldn't keep
going. With a long groan, he buried himself in her,
and his prick belched streams of his spunk deep into her.
She was so tight, it had nowhere to go, but deeper inside.
When he sagged down onto her, her womb was awash with his spend.
Both of them
were gasping for air now, and there was no talk. The first
thing she said, was with her lips, as her head burrowed under his chin
to get to his lips. Her kisses were long, and sweet, and
told him she was very happy.
Knowing that
she'd be sore, Bob also knew that riding would probably be as good as
anything for it, since it would keep her muscles moving. So he
badgered her into getting up and getting dressed, and then badgered her
into loading up the horses and riding away from the line shack in which
she lost her virginity. He expected her to turn around and look
at the place as they left, and didn't know quite what to think when she
didn't.
He walked them for an hour, and asked her how she felt.
"Horny," she said, grinning.
"You've got to be kidding me," he said.
"Nope." She looked around. "Where are all these stray cattle you dragged me off to look at?"
"I didn't drag
you anywhere," he said, trying to sound sulky. "You WANTED to
take a trip on a working ranch. This is a working
ranch. This is what we do on a ranch."
She
giggled. "I did get to ride. It was fabulous. I
could get into this cowgirl stuff if it's like that."
He shot her a
look and she kicked Buttercup's flanks with her heels. Buttercup
took off like a shot and he was pleased to see her leaning forward to
compensate. Then he had to laugh when, after twenty or
thirty feet, she pulled back on the reins and stopped her horse,
standing up in the stirrups.
"Owww" she yelled.
"I tried to warn you," he called out, walking Ranger towards her.
About then, Dammit ran in from ahead of them, and to their left. She sat and barked twice.
"Looks like she
found something," said Bob, walking up beside Brenda. She sat
back down, gingerly. "Keep your weight on your knees and it
will help." He looked down at the dog. "Where are they,
girl?"
Dammit took off
like a shot and Bob cantered after her. He resisted the urge to
look and see what Brenda was doing. She'd asked for this, even
after he warned her, and now she was going to have to deal with it.
It was two cows
that Dammit had found. They raised their heads as Bob rode into
their sight, and shuffled away from him nervously. He sat,
straight in the saddle and walked his horse on the side opposite of
where he wanted them to go. Brenda watched as they turned
and one started following the other at a slow trot. She followed
Bob, who let them trot for a little while, and then slowly fell
back. The cows stopped, and looked over their shoulders at
him. He walked Ranger forward, and they began to walk away
from him.
Inside ten
minutes, Bob had placed Brenda on their right flank, while he took the
left. They walked the horses forward and the cows went right
where they wanted them to go.
"This isn't so hard," she yelled at him.
"It's only two, and they've decided to cooperate," he called back. "They don't all act like this."
Three hours
later, they'd collected six more head, including a cow with a calf and
two steers. The steers were balky, always wanting to go
this way or that, instead of following the cows, who seemed pretty
happy with just walking in a straight line. Brenda learned
how to hang on for dear life as Buttercup cut off a wandering steer,
and herded it back to the group. She didn't have to do
anything. The horse saw when a cow was wandering off, and took
off to deal with things without any direction. Dammit
seemed to know what to do too. When one steer charged Bob's
horse, the dog leapt in and started snapping at the steer's rear
hooves, barking loudly. The steer lost interest in Bob and,
with rolling eyes, ran back to the safety of the small herd.
By noon they
reached a small pond. When the cattle migrated towards it, Bob
let them go. He dismounted on a small hill where he could
see them.
"Jerky for lunch," he said, holding up black strips of what looked like broken plastic to Brenda.
"We have more
freeze-dried stuff," she complained, easing herself down to the ground,
and trying not to let him know how sore she was between her legs.
She hadn't been tempted to rub for a long time, now. She
felt sticky and pulled at her jeans. His juice had run out
of her while they rode, and tjere was a sticky mess in her
crotch. She didn't mind the pain, because she could still
remember the joy he had given her. But the sticky mess was too
much.
"Can't start a fire. It would spook the beeves," he said.
"I need to take a bath," she sighed.
"You'll have to share the water with cows," he commented. She looked to see one cow in the water, up to her udder.
"They won't hurt me or anything ... will they?" she asked.
"Naw," he drawled. "If your serious, just go around to the other side of the pond."
She walked,
instead of riding. Dammit came with her, which made her
feel lots better, somehow. Bob stayed on Ranger, and munched beef
jerky.
While she got
undressed, she watched to see if Bob was looking at her. She felt
a tingle in her belly when did. The water felt wonderful,
even if it was brown and murky. She cleaned between her legs
gently, and realized that the pain wasn't as bad as when the saddle was
bouncing against her. It occurred to her that the salve
might help, but she hadn't brought it with her. Then, when she
got out of the water, and looked at the crotch of her jeans, she
decided she couldn't put them back on anyway. They were her
last clean pair, but the ones she'd worn the day before weren't that
bad. She went back in to wash out his semen. She
decided she'd just lay them over the rump of her horse, and they'd dry
in no time.
It felt silly to
walk toward him in only her tennis shoes and a shirt, so she only put
on the shoes. The cows had ignored her, and she felt much
better.
"Ma'am," said Bob, tipping his hat. "I wish more lovely young things would take a stroll like that around here."
"You made a mess in my jeans," she said darkly.
"Well, you'd
better put something on. You'll get sunburned if you stay like
that, and how would I explain that to your parents?" He grinned.
"I have to put some of your miracle salve on me," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"I changed my mind," he said.
"About what?" she asked, going to her horse.
"About having your tongue in my mouth. I decided it's not bad."
She tried not to, but had to laugh.
"Is it true that men only think about one thing?" she asked. "That's what my Aunt Sophie says."
"It is when there are sweet young things, such as yourself, walking around naked as a jaybird," he said seriously.
She got out the
jar of salve and managed to get her fingers far enough into it to get
them smeared with brown goo. She stood, her feet shoulder's width
apart and looked up at him.
"I suppose you're going to watch me touch myself." She tried to make it sound like she was disgusted.
"Ma'am," he said, his voice smooth and buttery. "I'd be more than happy to assist you in your predicament."
"I just bet you
would," she giggled. "It wouldn't do you any good, though.
As much as I want to do that again, it's not going to be for a while."
"Just don't use too much," he said, grinning. "I don't want you numbed up all day long."
"Men!" she snorted.
"You started this," he reminded her.
The salve worked
perfectly. She was careful not to get any of it up inside her,
because that wasn't where it hurt. It was her pussy lips that
hurt, where they had been cruelly stretched. It wasn't
until they went numb that she realized she also needed some on the
inside of her thighs, where the saddle had rubbed. When she was
finished, she leaned over to wipe her hands on the grass.
Then, still seeing a little brown on her fingertips, she stroked and
squeezed each nipple.
"It hurts there too?" He laughed.
"No, it feels too good there," she said archly. "My shirt rubs them and then I get all horny."
"I'm here for you," he said gallantly.
"You're why I hurt so much," she snorted.
"As I said, I
believe this was all your idea." His head lifted.
"Time to go. They're starting to wander again."
She wiggled into
yesterday's jeans, and put her shirt back on. Getting up into the
saddle wasn't the chore she thought it would be, and when she eased
herself down, she was delighted not to feel the same amount of pain
she'd felt when they got there. He walked his horse over
next to hers, and pulled one wet leg of her washed jeans under a strap,
so they couldn't fall off. Then he took her hat off, pulled
her toward him for a long kiss, and put her hat back on before riding
off.
She couldn't
believe the feeling in her belly as he left her. Even with
everything else numb, his kiss got her going.
