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Chapter Nine
   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.
   "Oh yeah!" she yipped.  "Oh yeah ...  oh yeah ...  oh YEAH!"
   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'd 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 mattress 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.  She covered it with her sleeping bag.
   "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
there 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 you're 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 he 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.  
  
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