LIZA'S TALE

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Tara's Tale

Liza had told you her story. And it sounded so
wonderful to you. It almost made you believe that life
could actually hold pleasure. And incredible as it
might seem, pleasure that came from a man. So you
reluctantly took the number from her, and told her
that you would try to give them a call, if for nothing
more than to make an inquiry. But being a close
friend, and knowing the torments of your life, and how
devoid of pleasure and empty of joy your life was,
Liza made you promise that you’d call them. And so
only as a fulfillment of that promise to her, you pick
up the phone and dial 'The Lady's Whim.'
“Hello,” a deep gentle male voice answers, “The Lady's
Whim.”
“Hello, my name is Tara,” your heart pounds with fear.
Like a frightened animal you want to slam down the
phone and bolt. But, there is an even more sacred
promise that you a determined to fulfill, not the one
made to Liza, but the one you made to yourself. You
are going to see if there is any joy to be found
anywhere.
“Hi, Tara, no need to be afraid.” Did he sense the
fear in your voice?
“Speaking for our firm, we're only here for you.” His
soothing voice somehow reassures you.  “Just take a
few deep breaths and imagine that I am the mighty
genie from Aladin’s lamp, and that I will serve your
every need. Imagine that I am your knight champion in
silver armor ready to defend you against all peril.”
the voice continues.
You have never, until this moment, been able to make
visualization work for yourself. Though many have
tried to teach you how to do it, your mind has always
thrown up obstacles that kept the ‘visualization’ from
happening. But for some strange reason this voice
immediately brings to mind the very things described,
and your fear is banished.
“I got your number from a friend. She said that you…
have an amazing service. And that most any fantasy can
be realized. She said that no matter how unlikely it
might be, you guys can make it happen.”
“It's good to hear from a satisfied customer, can I
have her name so that she can have a 50% discount on
her next whim?”
“Her name is Liza, Luvski.”
“Ah Liza, yes, I was beginning to think she was
keeping us a secret just for herself. She must care an
awful lot about you, because as pleased as she
evidently is with our service, you’re the first
referral from her. Know that she is a friend that has
your best interest at heart.”
You don’t know quite what to make of this unexpected
exchange. You’d come to not see anyone as really
caring much about your own self. But you only have a
split second to consider his words.
“So what whim would you like?”
“Well, let me ask you one thing first. I understand
that one of your promises is that you guarantee
absolute… um, there’s never… I mean, you don’t…” how
does one say this, you wonder.
“The service begins even before the whim is expressed.
A client is completely free to voice any desire, whim
or fantasy that they wish. Our firm pledges its
complete commitment to the client’s expression of a
whim,” he says supplying you with the answer to the
question that you could not form.
“Yes. That’s what I wanted confirmed.”
“It is a necessary part of our service. How can we
fulfill whims that are never asked because they have
been censured? We couldn’t. So our service must begin
even before the whim is made.”
“Well then, it does not matter to you how weird this
fantasy I have is, or how, how awful I am to even have
this desire?”
“The very nature of our firm, the mere fact that we
exist, is an acknowledgement that we all have
fantasies we long to have fulfilled. That we have
fantasies, doesn’t make us bad or wrong, they just
makes us human. So please, just feel free to speak you
inner most desire.”
Well you’ve already made up you mind to go through
with this, and the friendly voice is telling you that
you have permission to tell him what you really want,
so what the heck you think, here goes. You close your
eyes and say in a soft voice, “I really would love to
be with a cowboy. I’m not sure why, but, I’ve always
seen that as the ultimate man.”
“Fine, that is a marvelous choice. How about tomorrow
morning, say about 10:30?”
After you pick yourself up off the floor, you make the
final arrangements. You are to meet your fantasy,
Robert, at the LW stables. The directions are simple
and you can hardly believe what you’ve arranged, and
you can hardly wait for it to happen….

It has been just a little over 24 hours since you made
the call to the Lady’s Whim, and now you are driving
up the long driveway to the front of the LW stables.
It comes into view, and you think how perfect it
looks. It’s a white wooden structure with dormers in
the dark roof.
Off the paved driveway and onto a gravel parking area
you drive. Beyond the parking lot, behind a picture
perfect fence lies a large pasture area. All about
this area you can see horses. This all looks so
picturesque and pastoral.  After parking the car you
pause for a moment to take time to reflect on what you
are doing. Like keeping an appointment with the
dentist, you’re about to meet with a man whose sole
purpose is to have sex with you. Your heart races and
you’re full of panic and fear. “Oh my gosh”, you
think, “what the hell am I doing here?”  You want to
fire up the car and tear on out of there, never
looking back. You can always tell your friend that you
made it here, but that the fear was just too much for
you to handle. It’s not as if you didn’t try.
But before you can start the engine, a beautiful horse
comes trotting up to the fence right in front of your
car. It is a beautiful palomino and it captures your
eye. You’ve always thought that you liked horses,
although for some reason, probably being a city girl,
you’ve never ever been around them. This horse is
really a magnificent animal, and it has such a
pleasant face. It looks so gentle, so trusting, so
much at peace. Looking at this animal takes your mind
off your current situation and without realizing it,
you calm down, and your panic subsides.
Because this horse looks so friendly, you get out of
your car and approach it at the fence. It stands there
unflinching as you walk up to it. Without protest it
allows you to reach out and stroke its face. Gently
you run your tiny hand along the front of its face and
then down around the side. It’s obvious that the horse
likes the attention you are showing it, as it presses
its massive face against your open palm. Petting this
horse feels so good, and you think to yourself what a
sweet thing.
From across the pasture, another horse trots up. A
slightly larger horse, that is all white. It strides
up, taking its place right next to your horse and lets
out a snort. It’s as if it is saying, “Hey, I’d like
some of that attention.”
How cool is this? Then this second horse does an
amazing thing, the new comer kind of nuzzles the first
horse right behind its ear.  You watch as this
“affectionate” behavior continues. In addition to
nuzzling it also rubs its face against the neck and
withers of the palomino. You think it must be some
kind of horse code, because your horse nods its head
up and down as if saying yes to some unknown question.
After a time the second horse turns as if to leave,
but it is not leaving. Instead it circles around the
palomino. And as it turns, your eye catches notice
that this horse is a male, for under its belly you
can’t help but spy his penis. And the reason your eye
spotted it, becomes quite clear, it is growing! As he
changes position, the end of his genital is stretching
out, getting longer. You are amazed as you watch it
continue to extend itself out. Wow! For this being the
cock of an animal, it is still quite an erotic sight.
You muse to yourself, so that’s what they mean by hung
like a horse. This horse’s ‘thing’ is monstrous. “Wow,
what us city girls don’t know,” you think.
But the sight of the horse penis is nothing to the
sight that then unfolds before your eyes. The horse
you’ve been petting raises its tail up and to one
side. You can only imagine what the stallion sees. But
this action motivates the white stallion to approaches
the mare horse quickly, and right before your eyes, he
mounts her! Up he rears and in one smooth motion
somehow moves into place from behind, sticking that
huge cock deep into your horse.
With a whinny from her, and a snort from him, they
couple and begin to mate. You can’t believe what you
are seeing. Further more you can’t believe how erotic
the sight is. Before your eyes; the face of one horse
and above that the head of another horse. These two
large animals fused together like a two-headed
monster. The male on top begins a primal motion known
to all mammals. You stand there mesmerized by the
sight. The intimacy of their act undeniably getting to
you. Empathetically you can feel what the mare is
feeling, that huge phallic sliding in and out of her.
The thought of it makes you go weak at the knees and
to avoid falling you have to grab hold of the fence to
support yourself.
In the throws of ecstasy, the bonded pair begin to
turn and there, a mere foot from your eyes, are their
sex organs. His cock sliding in and out of her slit as
they mate! You’ve never seen anything as erotic. And
you’re amazed at how turned on this spectacle is
making you. There is more whinnying and snorting. And
then in less than sixty seconds it is over. They are
done, and off they scamper together into the distance.


Wow, what a sight. People always talk about how
wonderful it is to watch the ‘miracle’ of birth. But
you had no idea how moving the ‘miracle’ of sex can be
too.  You’ve never seen anything as wonderful as that.
It was so beautiful, so powerful, and so meaningful.
Those two separate individuals, although they be
animals, coming together, physically connecting to
each other, mixing their physical essence in order to
propel their species into the future. And on a very
primal level you were affected. The whole act of
courting, arousal, penetration, copulation, and
completion being played out in front of you, and
stirring within you the longing for the same.
When you turn around, your heart continues to race,
the adrenaline still flowing through your veins. And
so instead of leaving as you were going to, you
realize that you have found the courage to go through
with this rendezvous. Hell, you think, why should I
not feel the wonderfulness of sex? So off to the
entrance of the stables you march.
As soon as you enter, you survey the room. It is a
neatly appointed lobby. Plenty of room for people to
wait until they can be helped. A counter in front of
an administrative area; for people to procure the
various services of the stable. There are also several
leather couches for people to sit in. And on the
walls, various art works depicting riding and horses.
Quite as one might guess a stable lobby would appear.
But the place is empty; no one else waiting and no one
behind the counter.
But no matter to you. You approach the counter,
thinking maybe someone will appear. And when you get
to the counter you see a piece of paper folded in half
with your name written on the outside. Opening the
note you read, “Tara. I am working with a horse until
you arrive. Come on back to the stalls, through the
door to your left, come to stall A7, all the way in
the back. Rob.”
Well, you think, a bit casual, but what the heck. I
can show myself on back.
So you proceed through the door indicated in the note.
This puts you back in the stall area of the stable. A
wide corridor with stalls on either side, or big doors
on either end. By looking at the numbers over the
doors to the stalls, you can see which way to go to
find A7. And so you do. As you walk to A7, you notice
that some stalls are occupied with horses and some are
empty, and some are closed up, and you can’t tell
either way.
When you get to A7, you peer into the stall. There is
a lovely bay mare standing there. Next to the horse,
with his back to you is a man. He is about 5’8” tall.
He is wearing jeans and a denim jacket, and a cowboy
hat.  He is petting the neck of the horse, and seems
to have his face close to the face of the horse.
Well, here you are and there he is. You watch him as
he strokes the horse. His hands look strong and his
motions seem very peaceful. The horse raises her head
and you see that she is blindfolded. The man speaks
softly to her. It sounds like he is assuring her,
everything is all right.
“Hello, Rob?”
He does not respond to you, but you think you can hear
him tell the horse not to be afraid. He motions to you
with his hand. He signals you to give him a moment.
Then he reaches up and unties the blind fold from the
horse. He speaks softly to the horse, and then turns
towards you.
He has a handsome face, with eyes that sparkle. A warm
smile comes across his face as he sees you. “Howdy,
you must be Tara,” he says, his voice smooth and
gentle.
You nod your head. And involuntarily you turn your
head and look at the exit, as if to make sure it is
still there, to make sure you can get out if you need
to.
The nod, the lack of voice, and the look back at an
escape route; Rob notes it all. He also in one glance
notes that you are dressed rather conservatively. Your
riding garb is appropriate for a stable; boots, and
khaki riding britches, and a white cotton blouse under
a blue blazer, looking smart. Though he can’t see
this, underneath it all are simple cotton panties and
a matching bra. Your hair is up in a tight bun, and
your makeup very subdued. All in all, you are looking
very polished, attractive but not attracting. The
buttons of your blouse are buttoned to the top button,
and your blazer is really just another layer of
clothing to hide your very feminine curves.
“So, how are you feeling today,  ma’am? If you don’t
mind me saying so, you look at little scared.”
You are bit surprised by his observation. How in the
world did he guess that? You rile at the suggestion
that you are afraid. You draw in a big breath and puff
out your chest, a shot of adrenaline surges into your
blood. Unaware of it, you clench your fists. “No! I’m
fine, really I’m fine, and I am certainly not afraid.
What ever would I be afraid of?” You take a half step
backwards. And once more take a glance at that door.
Unconvinced, Rob continues, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t
mean to say nuthin’. It’s just you just seemed a
little ill at ease. And well, I don’t think anybody
ought to have to be filled with uneasy feelings. Life
is too rough and too short to have to go through it
with feelings of uncertainty, don’t you think? I just
want you to know that you can feel safe with me.”
Something in the softness of his voice, and the caring
in his words, comforts you. Your hands relax. “Yes,
you are right, yes life is. And it is a shame it is.
Do you know why it has to be that way?”
A big smile comes across his face. “I’m no
philosopher, so I’m afraid I don’t know the why. All I
know is how to help those in need of a little
kindness.”
“And how do you do that?”
“By being kind. Simply by being kind.”
The prospect of someone being kind to you brings a
smile to your face. Your body relaxes and for the
first time your mind stops thinking of what is behind
you and focuses in on what is in front of you. You now
notice Rob’s handsome face, and his eyes that sparkle.
He has a strong upper body. A simple blue shirt with
white pearl buttons covering big muscles. Around his
flat stomach, a broad leather belt with a big rodeo
buckle. Nicely filling his faded blue jeans, nice buns
in the rear, and a very nice bulge in front. Finishing
off his cowboy uniform, the de rigueur cowboy boots.
He only lacks a cowboy hat, but his short wavy blond
hair, nicely contrasted to his bronze tan, looks
better without a hat.
Rob gives the horse, that he had continued to stroke,
a pat and nudges her. The horse turns and walks slowly
out the back of its stall.
“O.K. maybe I am a little scared. But I guess I can
get past that. Nice to meet you,” you reply. “So tell
me, Rob, I’m a first timer and all, new to this… so
what do you do here?”
“Oh, me, ma’am, I’m just a riding instructor.”
There is something in the way Rob says this, that
makes you sure he is talking about sex. Surprisingly,
it is not a threatening sub-message; more of a
matter-of-fact reality. But then, what would you
expect from the Lady’s Whim, but a matter-of-fact
attitude towards sex.
There is an awkward silence. It is your turn to talk,
but you don’t know what to say next. You look around.
You look at the walls, you look at the ceiling, and
you look at the floor. You end up looking at the bulge
in Rob’s jeans. You marvel at how the fabric, from
being stretched, is slightly faded in a silhouette
around that mass. It occurs to you that everything
seems quite real, everything except what you are
getting yourself into.  And it occurs to you that Rob
is waiting for you to make up your mind. Waiting
without apparent effort to wait, as if he had perfect
patients.
“Ma’am, are you sure about what you want?”
His question strikes you as odd. Is he giving you a
way out?
He continues, “You can think about it, as much as you
need to, but there always has to come a time when
thinking is made real by action.”
Well, he is right about that. So you decide to put
yourself in his hands. “Well Rob, would you like to
give me a lesson?”
He looks you up and down, and then he looks deep into
your eyes before answering, “Why yes I would. If
you’ll let me guide you, I think I can teach you to
ride well, and to enjoy riding.”
He reaches out for your hand as he steps out of the
stall. With your hand in his….
…he guides you down the hall past all the stalls. It
is your typical ranch stable hall you think; rough
hewed lumber, wooden floor, inexpensive paint, riding
tack hung on the wall for ‘decoration’. You wonder
what it is going to be like in this cowboy’s
bunkhouse. Well you did ask for a cowboy, so you
figure cowboy ambiance must be part of the package.
His hand in yours feels so reassuring though; big,
strong, and yet gentle, so along you follow. At the
end of the hall there is a door on the left. He opens
that door and beckons you in. It is a small studio
apartment.
“Not much to most, but this is my bunkhouse,” he says.
You enter the room and then scan it. For a small place
it is richly furnished. It is a surprise to be in this
oasis of luxury. Very masculine, very warm, very
comfortable. There is a small sitting area with a
couch and entertainment center. Over to the side,
there’s a table next to a kitchenette. Beyond the
living area surrounded by bookcases is the sleeping
area. In the middle of that is a king size bed.
“Rob, this is such a nice place.”
“Thank-you ma’am  It’s my retreat from the rough world
out there.”
It sounds strange to you to be called ma’am. Much too
formal for the occasion.
“Rob, before we can go further, you’re just going to
have to start calling me Tara, O.K.?”
“Tara…” your name floats off his tongue like music. He
helps you remove your blazer, and he hangs if on a peg
near the door.
“I really love the coziness of your room. It’s so
masculine and yet so sumptuous.”
“Feel free to look around, I’m going to pour us some
Long Island ice tea.”
Rob goes to the fridge in the kitchenette, and as you
tour around, looking and feeling of things in the
room. By the time you get to his bedroom area, he has
joined you with the drinks. He offers one to you and
you take it. Up to your lips you bring the glass and
you take a sip. Mmmm, it is a perfect Long Island Tea.
Tastes just like tea, but it’s not tea as you know.
“This is delicious,” you say. And your second swallow
is a hearty gulp.
“Thank-you ma...Tara,” Rob replies, catching himself.
You take another swallow, feeling the cold liquid flow
down your throat. You can almost feel the alcohol
relax you as it does. You find yourself wanting to get
off your feet, and so without even a second thought,
you take a seat on his bed. Oh, of course the bed is
just as wonderfully sumptuous as everything else. You
take a forth hit on the tasty tea.
Rob circles the bed, and then comes up behind you. He
begins to stroke your hair. It feels so nice to you.
You can’t recall if a man has ever stroked your hair
like this, but you sure are glad it’s being done now.
Mmmmm.
“That feels good,” you say.
“I’m glad. I think it’s been awhile since you’ve felt
someone being good to you.”
His hands fall away from your hair and onto your
shoulders. This feels even better. He gently rubs you.
His hands stroke up and down your whole upper back.
“You’re such a beautiful woman…”, he says softly, with
true appreciation in his voice, “I doubt you go
unnoticed by any man.”
“Unnoticed, no, but unappreciated unfortunately,” you
let slip.
His hands continue to stroke you.
“And by your significant other?”
It’s too hard for you to answer, so all you can reply
is a weak, “Mm,hm”.
Like the warm sun melting snow, his touch is melting
your guard.
“Life is hard,” he continues. “I think we all deserve
to be pleasured as a sign of being appreciated.” His
hands bringing forth the very pleasure of which he is
speaking. “A woman such as yourself, ought never be so
neglected.”
His words are so reassuring that you don’t even
question how he knows your secret pain. Instead you
tilt back your glass and finish off your drink. As his
hands spread warmth through your back, the drink is
spreading warmth through the rest of your body. You
tilt your head back and look into those eyes of his.
As you look into the deep soulful sparkling hazel eyes
you ask, “Is this what you mean by ‘being kind’?”
Instead of answering you, he bends down and lightly
kisses your forehead. A tingle courses through your
body. It feels so good. You realize it’s been too long
since you’ve felt that sensation. And you can’t help
but recall other sensations too long gone from your
life. You decide to give your trust to this gentle
man, to give yourself over to the pleasure that he is
willing to give to you.
Rob’s hands come up from behind you, and with you now
leaning back towards him, he is able to move his
stroking to the front side of your shoulders. He keeps
giving you tender kisses on your forehead. Then kisses
to your eyelids, which you have since closed, and
kisses to the tip of your nose. And shortly there
after, his hands are stroking more of your front. They
have moved from your shoulders to the top of your
chest. But then, the first touch of his hands on your
breasts fills you with a special wave of pleasure. You
can’t help but let out a moan.
You start to speak, but he cuts you off saying,
“Shssssssh”. You realize words have no place now
anyway.
Letting yourself fall back, you lay completely prone
on his bed. Into its softness you sink. Your head ends
up between his knees and through closed eyes you can
feel him tower above you. His hands are making slow
wide passes all over your front, he is caressing and
rubbing your body right through your clothes, but this
feels so good nonetheless. And it really feels good
when his hands rub your breasts.
As all this wonderful pleasure is being brought forth,
you muse to yourself that his stroking of your body is
just like that brushing he was giving that horse. You
admire the skill of his hands. Then a sly though
crosses your mind; soon you’ll be having sex with this
giver of pleasure, this man who is making you feel
good. Mmmm, you can hardly wait, the feelings are
bound to only get better and better.
Then without warning, his lips touch yours. Whoa; that
ups the pleasure, a notch… or two. Another kiss. Oh
wow! This feels so great to you. And another kiss, a
bit stronger this time. It’s been so long since you
were lovingly kissed, and on top of that, these are
kissed from a new man, and there is a certain
excitement to kissing someone new for the first time.
And yet another kiss, this one a bit open, a bit wet.
Now, all that you can feel are his kisses. It’s as if
your whole being has gone into your lips, into your
mouth. You are opening your mouth, leading his mouth
open too. You can taste him. Your breath is being
sucked from your lungs. Without thought, you send your
tongue into his hot mouth, seeking his. The feelings
are so fantastic.
Oh, you feel his hands squeezing your breasts. You
feel your mounds cradled full in his grasp. This feels
so exciting. Your nipples are aching with hardness.
But then it’s his tongue and yours touching each
other, sliding together, pressing together that you
feel. You both flick your tongues at each other. You
moan into his mouth; your delight, your urgency of
need.
Now you feel that his hands have found their way into
your bra, and now his hands are on your nipples
directly. Oh, the jolts of pleasure that sweep through
you. You can feel them go right down into you pussy.
Ohhhhhh, the pleasure, this man sure knows how to give
pleasure.
You open your eyes, looking straight up into Rob’s
eyes. You begin to speak, “This feels so go….”
“Shhhsshhhhhh,” he sooths.
You lift your head a bit and look down your body.
Somehow, without you even being aware of it happening,
Rob has unbuttoned most of your blouse.  And as you
watch you see his hands buried into your bra. That
looks so erotic. You feel the fingers of his left hand
manipulate your erect nipple, he kind of squeezes it,
kind of pulls it, kind of rubs it. It all feels so
good.
As you watch and feel this, his right hand comes out
of your right cup, and quick as a flash, it unhooks
the front closure of your bra. This frees your mams
and so they spill out into the open. Well at least
your right boob does, the left one is still in Rob’s
big hand. You are thrilled to now be exposed this man.
The lewdness of your naked tits fills you with a sense
of power.  You hope he is turned on by your ample
treasures.
You put your head back down. Looking up again, you see
that Rob has some how divested himself of his shirt
all together. You look at his masculine chest, and
appreciate his musculature. He is broad through his
chest, and his skin is nicely tanned. You notice a
light covering of hair. You follow with your eyes his
muscles watching them ripple as he moves his arms as
he massages your breasts and nipples.
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” you moan as you close your eyes again.
You focus in on the feeling deep down in your pussy.
This is where all the sensations of pleasure are
coalescing. You can feel your insides getting wet, and
opening up. You feel the throbbing, and the tingling.
You feel the hunger and craving of your cunny starting
to form. You marvel that guys have no idea how this
feels to a woman. Mmmmmm, this marvelous feeling.
“Tara,” he says softly. “I think that for the next
phase in our riding lesson, we should be properly
attired.” He withdraws his hands from your breasts.
Then he slips off the bed and walks around in front of
you. He holds out a hand. You extend yours, and he
pulls you upright.
“Here let me help you with your boots.”
He turns around and grabs your right boot and peels it
of with one smooth pull. Next he does the same for the
left boot. Once removed he gives your feet some deep
massages. This feels so great.
“I have learned that few things feel better than
having your foot massaged after they have been in
boots.”
“Oh, yeah?” you challenge with a raised eyebrow.
“Well there are a few things better.”
You chuckle, “Well I hope so.”
He now turns back to you, and taking your hand again,
pulls you up to your feet. He wraps his arms around
you and gives you a big hug. Your nipples crush into
his torso, below his nipples, but above his abs. The
feeling of his skin next to yours is simply divine.
After holding you, and rubbing your back for a few
long seconds, he breaks the hug. He reaches for the
bottom of your blouse and pulls the tails free of the
waist band of your pants. He unbuttons the two
remaining buttons. This done, he lifts the fabric off
your shoulders and then pulls it down your arms.
Having it free of your body, he tosses it into a
nearby chair.
You shrug your shoulders and in doing so toss off your
bra. It drops to the floor. You stand there topless.
He looks over you in this state. He cracks a grin, and
says, “Your body is breath taking.”
You smile back.
He reaches out and takes your belt in his hands. He
undoes it just like he would was uncinching a saddle.
And then he unsnaps your pants, and then unzips them.
Opening them, he reveals your panties. This is all so
very thrilling, being undressed by Rob like this. You
don’t know if any man has deliberately and
methodically undressed you before. It is surprising to
you how arousing the act of being undressed can be.
And now he is peeling your riding pants off your hips
and down your legs. He has to bend down to do this
properly. Once they are down to your ankles you step
out of them. His face is right now even at your
crotch. He is inches from your yearning sex. He takes
your pants and folds them nicely and carries then to
the chair your blouse is on. He lays them carefully
over the arm.
You, finding yourself in only your panties, decide to
take a step of your own. So you quickly release your
panties from your hips, letting them slide down your
legs. Your nakedness complete, you flip your panties
over to the chair with a kick of your leg. As Rob
turns around they hit him smack in the face.
He does nothing at first, but you fall back onto the
bed, only to quickly prop yourself up by your elbows.
He is still standing there, panties over his face.
Mmmm, even with my panties over his face, he’s a nice
hunk of a man, you think. You can’t help but giggle.
He reaches up to grab them, but he does not remove
them straight away. Instead you watch as he maneuvers
them so that his noes is directly at the crotch; the
crotch that you failed to notice until now, as being
quite soaked from your wetness.  Then he sniffs deeply
through his nose. You watch as his chest expands. Then
you see a smile come to his lips. It is a smile that
goes from ear to ear.
“Mmmmmmm, you smell so good,” he says.
“Shhhhhhhhssshh,” you reply, imitating him. And then
with a wave you beckon him to you.
But he does not come right then. Instead he drops your
panties into the chair. Then he reaches down to his
belt, and undoes the buckle the same way that he had
undone yours. Then he unsnaps his pants and pulls down
the zipper. You are watching every move. It is as if
you have never seen a man get naked before. Everything
is moving in slow motion. You can hear your heart beat
with excitement. You feel your pussy gushing. The
zipper completely unzipped now; you can see white
briefs within his jeans. You can hardly bear the
suspense.  He pushes his jeans to the floor. Now your
cowboy is covered only by skimpy white cotton jockeys.
There is a huge bulge in the front. You can tell he is
already excited and aroused.  You can see it. You want
to see more. You want to see it all.
But you are going to have to wait. Before he removes
the last remnant, he comes towards you. In two steps
he is there with you. His hands on your legs. You feel
him slide his hands up the front of your thighs and
then back down. All you can see is the top of his
head, his chest and torso and his cotton covered
loins. You want to tear off those briefs so badly, but
you find yourself turned to jelly, and all you can do
is fall back flat against the bed. For a moment you
see the ceiling, and then you close your eyes.
You feel his hands find their way beneath your knees.
This, in itself, feels very very nice. But his hands
really aren’t there to stimulate you. Instead he
gently lifts your legs at the knees and carefully
parts them, opening your legs. Opening them quite
fully.
And in your mind’s eye, you can almost ‘see’ your
glistening cunt as it is presented to his eyes. You
can see it as he must be seeing it, like a wonderful
gate or portal or vestibule. You see it all fully
bloomed. You can see your juices trickling out, like a
fountain of honey. You see it inviting him in.
He moves smoothly, and in a motion he is between your
legs and beneath them all at once. Your legs now
dangle over his shoulders and his face is… right were
you want it. You feel his hands on top of your thighs,
his arms wrapping up and around your limbs.  You also
feel your calves and heels against his strong muscular
back. But what you really feel is him kissing your
inner legs, first the right one, then the left. The
point of contact, his lips on your flesh, the origin
for bolts of pleasure, that shoot right into your now
starving cunt.
He keeps kissing your soft flesh. Slowly advancing up
your leg following that path that leads straight into
your churning twat. He is apparently in no hurry, even
though you are. You sense that he is savoring the
taste and feel of your skin as he samples you. This
sort of makes you want to be tasting his flesh.
He has reached the upper most part of your inner
thigh. That wonderful spot that you love for a man to
find, and to spend time at. You feel his face as it
brushes against your pubes and your labia as he turns
his attention from one leg to the other and back. It
is nearly maddening that he is so close and yet
tantalizingly so far. You want to just thrust yourself
right into his face, but his hands hold you firm, and
all you can do is thrash back and forth. And it is
only just now that you realize that this is what you
are doing, thrashing to and fro.
Just when you think you can’t take any more of this
sublime torture, he stops. You think to yourself,
finally, he is going to get to my poor aching cunt.
You are so ready to explode. “Come on cowboy, make me
cum,” you think to yourself.
“Don’t worry, I will,” he answers, “I just want to
slow it down a bit.”
“Damn, did I say that out loud”, you think to
yourself, this time keeping it a thought. “I…” you
begin to apologize.
“Shhhhssssh,” that’s all right.
He pulls back a bit. He is upright on his knees. And
with his hands under your buttocks he pulls you closer
to him, closer to the edge of the bed. The feeling of
being moved so effortlessly by his masculine strength
melts you even more.
Now he comes back into the embrace of your legs again.
But he is not headed for your needy muff. Instead he
aims above it. He nuzzles your belly just above your
fur covered mons venus. He nuzzles a bit, and then
begins to kiss once again. Yes, that feels so good.
All around your tummy he roams. When he finds your
navel he sticks his tongue in side your inny and
drives you to distraction with wet slurpy sensations.
His hands at some point find your breasts again, and
they make marvelous ‘love’ to them. More and more
sensations soar to the center of your pleasure. More
and more, the craving deep in your depths grows. You
feel Rob’s rippled abs against the cleft of your mons
and you delight in the contact. You try to make the
most of this hardness against your ‘softness’, and
grind, as best you can, your wet little beaver.
His mouth continues it’s Northward journey. Soon the
bottom of your breasts are being kissed and licked.
The area of your body that has in the past been so
overlooked responds with new felt sensations.
Sensations that only make your nipples ache for Rob’s
mouth.
“Pleas…,” you try to beg.
“Shhhsssh.”
Knowing what you want, Rob complies with the request
he did not let you finish. His mouth is at your right
nipple. Kissing, licking, and pulling on it with only
his lips. When his tongue touches the end of your
nipple you almost cum. Yes, way down in your cunny,
you almost climax from the feelings.
For a moment, he stops to instruct you, “Riding lesson
#3, use your hands to guide the head of your mount, to
tell it where you want to go.”
You bring your arms up and place your hands on either
side of Rob’s head and you find an instant feeling of
control. Using this new power, you steer Rob about
your breasts. His mouth doing all sorts of wonderful
things to your twins; kissing, licking, flicking,
nibbling, sucking, suckling. Back and forth you are
moving his attention from the right one then the left
one and back again. The feelings are getting more
intense with each moment that his mouth is on you.
Your tits soon feel like they can’t take anymore. And
your pussy, well your pussy is going crazy.
So crazy that finally you are cumming. It’s not a big
orgasm, but it is a climax, and you can’t believe it,
because you’ve never experience a orgasm from “the
breast” before. Your hips buck, thrusting your clit
desperately against Rob, and the rapture takes you. It
feels so very good, not the strongest you’ve ever
felt, but the gushing of your juices is undeniable.
You moan a long low moan of relief and let your hands
fall back from Rob’s head.
Rob wastes no time in making his next move. Even as
you are still finishing trembling from cumming, he is
sliding down your body, back between your legs. Once
again, you feel your knees being lifted and your legs
placed over his shoulders. He kisses the ‘spots’ on
your inner thighs and he cups your ass in his hands.
You anticipate the next sensations. It is his lips on
your pussy. He lands a kiss right on your dewy pink
slit. Ahhhhh, it feels so good. Another kiss, and
another, he covers the whole of your womanhood with
kisses soft and light. And almost instantly your level
of excitement soars right to  the edge of climax.
As he is kissing your ‘gina, you can feel yourself
opening. You feel your lips swell and your inner walls
stretch. Rob’s kisses are changing. He is now kissing
you ‘deeper’. He is using more of his mouth, more of
his lips. Now his tongue has come out to play. Ewww,
ewww, ewww. Sooooo good. He is licking your lips; he
licks their entire length. You hear him moan with
delight at your taste.
“You taste so good,” you hear him mumble from between
your legs. “Mmmmmmmm”
The vibrations of his moan are too much for you, but
somehow you hang in there. Now his tongue slides
between your petals of love. He is licking that tongue
of his right up your center. One stroke, two stroke,
three…
Your hips move, and involuntarily you hump into the
thrusts of his tongue. You know that he can feel your
urgency. His hands squeezing your cheeks causing your
whole nether region to sing with joy.
And then, the moment you’ve really been waiting for…
the moment when his tongue finds your clit. Oh sweet
goddess, Venus, what sheer pleasure. Yes, lick it like
that! Yes! Yes! Yes! All of a sudden, rational thought
escapes you. All that is in the world right now is
your clit and Rob’s tongue. His sweet, sweet tongue.
All there is until... you feel his finger, or more
precisely his fingers. As his assault on your clit
continues, he deftly adds two fingers to the pie, as
it were. Two fingers into your pie. Oh, they feel so
good sliding into your hot cunny. Just what your
little snatch had been dying for. He slides them in
deep, and he spreads them wide, making you feel so
filled, and so fulfilled. And out he draws them,
creating that sweet friction that only your pussy can
know. And his tongue raps your clit. And his fingers
plunge back in. In and out his fingers fuck; back and
forth his tongue flicks.
Then without warning your second climax hits you. You
nearly launch yourself off the bed the power of your
climax is so strong. Years of neglect are suddenly
released and you are cumming like no one has ever cum
before.  You hear yourself crying out. No words, only,
“Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr, uuuuuuu, uuuuuu, oooooooooooooo”.
Up and down you buck and buck as another wave of
climax surges through you. You are creaming like there
is no tomorrow, creaming right down his throat. And
now, your whole body is shaking, and every nerve in it
feels like it has ‘fired’.  Mercifully, Rob lets you
catch up with your body’s ecstasy. He pulls his face
away from your pussy, and he slides his fingers from
your ‘gina.  He straightens upright on his knees, and
through a face wet with your juices, he smiles at you.
He is glad for your pleasure, and kind of glad at his
ability. You are just glad.
You spring off the bed. And right down into his arms,
joining him kneeling on the floor, front to front. You
fling your arms around his neck and hug him.
“Thank-you”, kiss, kiss, “Thank-you”, kiss,
“Thank-you”, kiss. You notice how good his naked body
feels next to yours. You also notice how different he
tastes now that his face is coated with your juices.
This causes a longing that you feel deep in your
loins, subconsciously your own smell and flavor on him
communicates the intimacy of he just did for you, to
you, on a very primal level.
“Well, the pleasure is all mine,” he says sincerely
but with modest joy.
You kiss him again, but this kiss is long and strong
and open. You can feel his cock jump inside his briefs
as you pleasure his tongue with yours. After the kiss
breaks, you emphatically say, “No, you don’t the
pleasure was definitely mine.”
Rob notices that, like a cloud being lifted from you,
your whole demeanor has changed. It’s like you can be
filled with happy once again.
“But now it is my turn to pleasure you, and to show
you how well I’ve learned the riding lessons so far.”
You run your hands down his back and around to the
sides of his hips. You place your fingers in the
waistband of those bothersome briefs. Time to see what
is inside, you think to yourself.  Strangely your
heart is racing a mile a minute with nervous
excitement as you prepare to get him naked. There’s
something undeniable about the power of a naked man on
your body. But even with his hard-on pressed against
your belly, it just isn’t the same thing with that
layer of cloth between it and you.
“And what lesson are you demonstrating now, Miss
Tara?”
“Hmmmm, proper riding attire. You are not properly
attired, sir.”
“Very good. You are such a good student.”
“Thank-you,” you playfully say. As you do, you slowly
pull down his briefs. Of course his hard cock hangs up
on the elastic, and you have to use a hand to free it.
When you do, you enjoy the sight of the top half of
his cock bared to your sight. It is a very nice
looking cock. You stare down at it, all swollen, and
purplish, and looking oh so erotic. You look right
into the hole in the center of that cushiony head. You
lick your lips without thinking.  You can’t wait to
touch it.
“I will need you to stand up, if I am to remove this
vestment.”
Rob complies and as he rises up, you effortlessly
divest him of his covering. Suddenly you are face to
face with his magnificent cock.
“Hmmm, what a wonderful cock you have.”
Rob is for the first time flustered.  “T-T-Thanks,” he
softly stammers.
“Oh, there, there, I did not mean to make you self
conscious. It’s just that I do find your cock,… and
your balls, so nice looking. You know, Rob, so
masculine, so strong, and so powerful.” You know that
this probably is making him even more self-conscious,
but what the heck, it’s all true.
“So what lesson are you now demonstrating?”
You blow on the skin of this lovely shaft, and answer,
“That one that you failed to delineate for me. Lesson
#2, the one that came after the riding attire lesson.
What was that unnamed lesson?”
“Oh, you’re right. I am sorry, that was bonding with
your mount.” You notice that answering that question,
playing this verbal game, calmed Rob down a bit.
“Yes, well I think, I need to do some bonding now with
my mount, don’t you think.”
“Mmmm hmmm,” he agrees.
“Now if you please, would you be so kind as to sit on
the edge of the bed,” you request sounding oh so full
of fun.
Rob steps over to the bed. He pivots and sits down.
You turn on your knees following him. You watch with
more than casual interest the muscles in his legs, the
cut of his buns. You also watch the way his stiff cock
bounces as he moves. When he is sitting you look up to
his face. You draw you tongue lustfully across your
lips.
Stalking forward on you knees you place your hands on
his. Without resistance you part them. You are looking
straight into his groin. You see his pole jutting
straight up. You see his ball sack hanging below. Your
objective: make those balls draw up tight with sexual
excitement.
Using Rob’s knee for leverage you pull yourself up his
legs. You can feel both nipples drag across the
insides of his thighs. As your face passes his cock,
you stick out your tongue and make a broad swipe along
its length. Mmmm, his penis flesh tastes so good (the
way only a cock can taste). You are tempted to just
devour that hunk of dick right then, but you resist.
You want this to be as good for him as he was for you.

Upward past his cock you continue to draw yourself.
Now your hard nipples touch along his manhood. You
hear him gasp in pleasure. You are kissing along his
abs. He leans back a bit to give you better access
along your route. You also nibble a bit. You can feel
his cock jump against your belly as your teeth give
the slightest of nips.
When you get to his chest, it is his nipples that you
zone in on. First you kiss one, then the other. Then
you’re back to the first and you are licking it. Then
you make like a lamprey and you suck on it. You feel
his cock straining against you, it press against your
pubes. You turn to his other nipple and do the same
thing to it as you did to the first. Rob has his head
thrown back and he moans in pleasure. You can feel his
hips thrust a bit instinctively. You are so enjoying
the taste of his skin, and the excitement of his
pleasure. You do so love pleasuring a man, and it is
delightful that he is o.k. with being pleased like
this.
But enough of his man nipples. Back down you begin to
go. Kissing down his stomach, kissing a zig-zag
pattern as you go. Kissing, licking, nibbling. Down,
down, down. Until at last his cock is bouncing against
your cheeks. You are kissing all around the base of
his cock, that point were it juts out from the bottom
of his washboard gut. Your nose nuzzles all around the
juncture of his shaft and his body. Hmmmm, he smells
so good, so sexy. Pure sex. And he tastes good too.
And now your nose is nuzzling around his balls. There
is even more of his manly taste and musk in that area
where his balls connect to his body. Your lips and
tongue are all over him here. He keeps lifting up off
the bed. Jumping and jolting from the immense pleasure
your mouth is rendering on to him.
But you know what is really torturing him. It’s the
craving that all this stimulation is creating within
him.
“I bet you can’t wait to feel my mouth on your cock,
can you?” you ask with a delightful lilt in your
voice.
“No, I can’t wait,” he confesses.
“Well, I can hardly wait either,” you tell him, “I
want to have your cock in my mouth so bad. I want to
taste your man meat, and suck on you till there is no
flavor left.”
“Oh my goddess,” he rejoins.
“Well I guess we’re done with lesson number 2, bonding
with one’s mount.” And then you kiss his balls and
giggle.
“Well then what again did I say was lesson number 3?
My mind seems to be lost in your wonderfulness.”
“Use your hands to guide the head of your mount, to
tell it where you want to go…”
You feel his hands come up and take hold of your head.
Gently, almost needlessly he guides your head up to
the top of his cock and then towards it. It is a
symbolic act, because you were headed there anyway.
And what a gorgeous cock it is. This stallion should
be proud of his manly organ, you think. Both its
length and it girth are greater than average, but not
so large as to suggest discomfort from their size. And
the look of this particular specimen of male genitalia
is really nice: downright aesthetically pleasing. You
really do find it beautiful to look at. Somehow it’s
physically attractiveness makes you long to shower
affection upon it, and also long to have it inside
you.
But now, its visual attributes are quickly blurred.
Rob has ‘guided’ you in close to his pulsating rod.
You pucker up and give it a kiss, smack dab dead on
center. Mmmmm, you like the way its soft puffy head
feels to your lips. And you love the way kissing a
man’s penis makes you feel inside, all sexed up. What
could be more erotic that having a guys cock at your
mouth… well yes there is having it inside your pussy,
but that’s a whole ‘nother kind of sexy. You want more
of this thrill, so you part your lips and this time
the circle of your kiss is wider. Your mouth opens
further, and you snake your tongue forward. You
“French” the head of his cock. Your tongue plays with
the hole in the tip. The hole, you think to yourself,
where his cum will soon be shooting out.
More of his cock you take into your oral cavity. It is
so tasty, and it feels so good to be devouring him so.
You know it feels good to him, because you can hear
his moans of delight. You slowly swirl your tongue all
around the shaft. You can feel his life pulse beating
in his veins with your tongue. You moan yourself, and
the vibration of your moan causes his cock to jump.
You pull up on his cock, slurping as you go. As your
tongue drags along the veinny ridges it gathers up
more of the distinctive flavor of cock. Oh so good.
A loud pop is made when your mouth releases his shaft.
You let out a little koo, “Mmmmm”.
You slide your tongue out and lick the underside of
Rob’s pole. Down the length of it you lap. Down until
your tongue finds scrotum. Now back up you lick. You
press hard, making sure there is plenty of contact
between his skin and your tongue. He moans with
mindless pleasure. You lick back down again. Deep in
your pussy your oral attack is having an almost as
great effect on you than it is on Rob. You can feel
your inside contracting, squeezing, churning. Your
feel your pussy hungry to be filled. It “wants” what
your mouth has. It “knows” that this cock inside of it
is what you really want.
Despite the craving of your cunny, you are still happy
enough to continue ‘sucking’ him. You use your tongue
on his balls now. His pubic hair feels kinda funny,
but his balls taste really good, lots of that man
essence here. Duh! Oh, and the way this makes him
thrash about. And the feeling off power over him when
you take one of these grapes into your mouth. It is
too much fun, you think, as you roll your tongue
around his sweet little nuts. You really do love the
whole male package, the cock and its balls. What
wonderful things for a man to have, for us women to
play with. You wonder to yourself if men find our
vaginas as interesting. You doubt it, really there is
hardly anything there but a hole. “Poor guys,” you
think as you lick from one ball to the other.
You come back up to the head of his column of flesh,
and take it back into your mouth. You suck on it as
you slide your mouth up and down its length. You play
with different angles, different depths, different
amounts of pressure. You can’t tell what he likes
best, because it all seems to make his hips buck and
his loins to thrust. This of course just makes you
wetter and wetter inside. You can really feel yourself
gushing. With one hand you reach between your legs and
give yourself some manual stimulation. Oh that feels
so good to rub your pussy while you have this cock in
your mouth. You wonder what it would be like to have a
cock up inside you while you suck on another one….hmmm
that’s a naughty thought.
Oh, this is all gotten much to hot for you. Your cunt
is really hurting for attention. As good as this has
been, you find yourself having to call it quits. You
really need to be fucked… you know, like right now!
You pull your mouth off Rod’s tasty meat stick. You
lift your head and sit back on your haunches. Rob lets
out a moan of disappointment that lets you know how
much he loved what you were doing to him.
“Oooooh, Rob, I hate to stop, I know you probably
wanted to cum down my throat, but sucking on that
wonderful cock of yours just has me wanting to feel it
inside me so bad. You understand don’t you?”
He lifts his head and looks down, past the cock in
question, into your face. You flash him the sweetest
little “how can you deny this face look”, and what
else can he do but say, “Your whim is my command.”
As he rises up on his elbows, you, using his knees for
support, come to your feet. He reaches a hand out and
you instinctively reach back and help him to his feet.
Once on his feet, he hugs you around your waist, then
pulls you up tight against him. He nuzzles your neck,
and says softly, “I was having the best time. Thanks
for the pleasure.”
“The pleasure was mine TOO,” you whisper back. “Your
cock is so nice to eat, if I wasn’t so horny, I would
have been happy to continue for hours.”
You feel his cock twitch against your belly. “Well,
then maybe after you cum a few more times, we’ll have
to see about that,” he says with a hint of a chuckle.
“Now, let me see if I can do something about that
longing you’re feeling.”
Rob takes a few steps backwards, leading you to
follow, towards the foot of his bed. You note that the
bed has a rater tall foot board, and you read his
mind.
When you get to the right spot, you turn towards the
foot board. Your place both hands on the rail that is
a little shorter than waist high, getting a firm but
comfortable grip. Then you spread your legs, and bend
a bit thrusting your ass back towards Rob.
He lets out a, “Ho, ho”, sound at your figuring out
what his intention is.
You turn your head and look back at him over your
shoulder. “That’s right, you guessed how I want it.
Now come here my stallion. Come here and mount me.”
His hands are on your hips, they slide around to your
flank. His eyes, you can feel, as he drinks in the
sight of your gorgeous body poised the way you are.
He steps forward, you feel the hair on his calves
brush your smooth ones. Then you feel the head of his
cock as it bumps against your waiting snatch. Mmmm,
that feels so good. He then takes his right hand and
grabs his cock at its base. His left hand continues to
stroke all over your backside. And now your feel sheer
delight as he uses his cock to thump against your
labia. Then he kinda rubs that prick of his all about
your outer pussy. It slides between your lips, it
nudges your clit, it…. drives you nearly mad with
craving it.
You keep thrusting back at his hard-on, trying to
capture it in with your pussy, but no luck. You don’t
even know that you are whimpering a bit. And then,
there he goes. First the head of the cock is
positioned perfectly in the cusp of your vaginal
opening. Oh that feels so delicious, you think. And
then, once he is sure that the position is perfect, he
begins his slide into you.
“Ooooooooh,” you croon, it feels so good.
He stops, and then pulls back. Grrrr, what a tease.
Then he is pushing in again. Ohhhh, what a delight.
Now he is pulling back out. You shake your head left
and right, the agony is so sweet; you just want him
in, all the way in! Instead, his cock pops out of your
slit. This time when he slides forward his head pushes
along between your lips, then it bounces against your
clit. You peer down past your naked boobs and blushing
nipples, down at your snatch. There, sticking out from
between your legs a bit, you see the end of his cock.
Wow, that’s an erotic, if not bizarre sight, you think
to yourself; me with a penis. The head looks huge and
purple, and the hole in the tip of it catches your
eye. You can feel the length of his shaft along your
entire slit. It’s so good just nestled there, against
the wet flesh of your twat. The feelings are so good,
but to make them even better, you rock back and forth
along this column. Oh yes! That’s good.
Now, Rob pulls back. His crown of flesh slips from
view. You feel it as it slides back along your folds.
Back it slides, until it again finds your entrance.
You rock back as Rob pushes forward, and in, in, in
his cock enters you. Smoothly in one push, deeper,
ever deeper it goes. When it is in all the way, you
feel like you’ve never been penetrated like this
before. Like you’ve never had so much man filling you.

Immediately Rob pulls back out slowly. His cock feels
just as good being drawn out as it does being slid in.
And that’s what it is doing now, sliding back in. And
out. And In. His tempo may be slow, but the primal
rhythm of fucking is unmistakable. You can feel both
of Rob’s hands on your hips now. He uses them to keep
his cock and your pussy in sync, to insure that his
banger doesn’t go flying all the way out. And also,
you know, to insure that cock and pussy efficiently
piston in unison.
Your hands firmly grip the bed, your arms acting like
shock absorbers bracing you in opposition to his
thrusting. The feeling inside your ‘gina builds with
each stroke. You feel yourself being swept up higher
and higher. With every in and out, the pace of his
strokes are quickening. Your breasts sway deliciously
back and forth, the tug of the sway feeling very nice.
You can feel your inner cunt walls contracting around
the friendly intruder.
Rob slides his hands up off your hips and around the
curves of your ass. His big hands feel good there.
Waves of pleasure shoot through you. Now his hands are
sliding up along your sides. When they get far enough,
they slide around and find your tits. Hmmmmm, that
feels really good. Big cock fucking in and out, and
strong hands massaging your boobs. His fingers homing
in on your nipples and soon he is tweaking them and
tugging on them just so.
“Oh yes, do that.” You cry. “My cum, is building…. I
feel it…”
In and out he slides. Now he is almost slamming into
you.
He leans in closer to you. His mouth is at your ear
lobe. His right hand travels down along your belly and
into the valley of your twat. With his index finder he
finds your clit and begins to strum it. The pleasure
is too much.
In your mind’s eye you see the two horses again. You
see the stallion’s cock sliding in and out of the
mare. You feel like it’s you who is being fucked by
that stud. It’s like you know what she was feeling.
“Aaaaaaaaah,” you let out. “Ahh, ahh, ahh. I’m
cuuuumming…”
Your climax is almost upon you! Quickly you turn your
head back towards him. His mouth meets yours, as best
they can meet in this position.  But some how you
manage to complete the circle of connectedness.  As
his tongue touches yours, your pussy explodes. All the
flood gates open and the rapture of climax takes you.
“Aaaaaaaaaaa, aaaaaaaaaaaa, arrrrrrrrrrrrr!” you moan.
“Cummmmming!” you roar. Your insides do flip flops,
and the top of your head feels like it is flying off.
With his cock buried deep inside you, in multiple
waves of ecstasy you cum and cum.
Your climax is subsiding; funny how the afterglow of a
good cum is so very sweet… Rob lets up with his
pumping. His penis comes to rest, though still deep
within you. All you can feel is it pulsing with the
throb of his heartbeat. His hand draws away from your
spent clit. He caresses towards the area above your
slit, your mound of Venus.  His fingers running
through your trimmed pubes feeling so good.
You let out a deep breath. Wow, that was exhilarating,
to say the least, you think. Then you say, “That was
wonderful.”
You turn and look over your shoulder. He is smiling
back at you. Then he leans forward and his mouth finds
yours in a soft but open kiss. Surprisingly, you feel
your pussy react to the kiss with contractions
clutching at his still hard dick.
“You didn’t cum, did you?” you ask.
“No, not yet. I knew it was too soon for me.”
You kiss him in gratitude. “You are so caring.” Kiss.
His hands softly stroke your front. Everywhere he
touches feels so nice.
“You have one more riding lesson, my fine pupil. I
didn’t want to deprive you of the complete course.”
You feel your pussy getting that “wanting feeling”…
obviously you haven’t had your fill yet.
“So what do you have in mind?” you ask, wicked little
grin on your face.
“Well, I thought it only appropriate for you to get to
ride me now.”
Rob eases back. You feel his cock sliding out of your
honey dripping sheath. When the head plops out you
feel the emptiness it leaves behind. You turn around
and wrap your arms around his neck, saying, “First,
let me thank you for that marvelous fuck. I can’t say
as I have ever been so nicely mounted.” Pressing your
supple body into his, you give him a very full, very
open, very wet, French kiss.
When the kiss is over Rob takes you by the hand and
leads you around to the side of his bed. When there,
he rolls himself onto the surface. He is on his back,
cock pointing skyward. Now he bids you join him by
tugging on your hand. You climb on to the bed, going
onto it on your hands and knees. With your boobs
hanging down, nipples grazing his body, you crawl over
him. You let your pussy sink down upon his muscular
thigh, and you shamelessly rub it against what feels
like bands of steel cable. This makes his cock jump
against your belly. You give a few quick kisses to his
body, here and there, just because you can’t resist
tasting him.
You then throw your left leg over his hips, straddling
his loins. Using your arms, with your hands on his
chest, you balance yourself. Your legs lift your hot
pussy up so that it hovers just over the up stretched
column of flesh. You gaze down into his eyes, grinning
with delight. You slowly lower yourself down upon his
phallic. But first you must align the scrumptious head
of his dick with the circle of your cunt. Mmmm, it
feels so good sliding up and down your slit, rubbing
along your lips, until it contacts the mouth of your
womanhood.
Once in place, you begin to slide on down his
throbbing probe. You hear him moan in total bliss. Or
is that your own sigh that you hear. So wonderful is
the feeling… oh to be penetrated, to be filled, that’s
the feeling your loins long for. Down and down you go,
and up and up into you he goes. Down until you can go
no further; he’s in to the hilt.
Having him firmly ensconced with your velvet vice, you
lean forward. Your breasts bob about his upper chest,
and he begins to kiss all over your pillowy spheres.
As he does, your legs flex and you draw your self up
his shaft… not too far, just enough. Then back down
you plunge. Up and down, the urgent rhythm you begin.
Oh, the sensations of his flesh rubbing against you in
so many delicious ways. You keep making minute
adjustments to the alignment of your sex organs until
you hit upon the perfect stroke. Oh yes, there, your
clit is being strummed, and the insides of your vagina
are being rubbed in such a marvelous way.
His mouth has found your right teat. It feels so good
on your breast. You feel the searing hot wetness, and
in the midst of that torrent you feel his strong
tongue. He is sucking hard and the sensations are
sublime. His tongue pummels your nipple to great
affect.
And down below, in your loins, your legs propel your
whole sex up and down his essential maleness, his
great big thick hard as steel maleness. That big ol’
hunk of living flesh that is so wonderfully filling
your void. You are loving riding up and down on him.
And nothing could be better than this, you think, as
you hump away on his bone.
Your eyes are closed, helping you to form an image in
your mind. You visualize what your bodies are doing.
You can picture his cock deep inside your pussy. You
see his organ completely enveloped in yours. You can
imagine the head of it as it advances right up to your
cervix and then retreats. You also see your clit as it
bumps up against the juncture of his cock and body.
You see your pussy lips extend and then kiss the
circumference of his veined cylinder. You also see his
balls just below all the action. Balls heavy with cum,
you imagine, balls ready to erupt.
Faster these images are making you go. Now his mouth
is on your left tit. And you are riding up and down,
up and down, faster than ever. You can hear the wet
sounds of your pussy. That unique squishy sound that
only fucking can produce. Yes fucking, that’s what you
think. Fucking, I am fucking him and it feels so
fucking good to have his fucking cock up inside my
pussy fucking…
“Oooooooooooohhh” you cry.
Up and down, up and down.
“IIIIIIIIII…..oooo, oooo, aaaaaaaaaaaa” you can’t form
words, only primal grunts and cries.
Your climax is upon you, and now you cum.
“Arrrrrrrrrrr, oooooooooohhhh, aaaaaaarrrrr.” The wave
of climax ripple through you, one right after the
other. The top of your head again feels like it is
blown away.
“Cum with me,” you implore. “Shoot your cum into me.”
Now it’s Rob’s turn to roar. His hips thrust upwards.
You feel his cock hit your cervix.
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I am cccccccccuuuuuuuuummmming” he
moans. “Ooooooh, ohhhh, ohhhhh”
You can swear you feel the burst of jizzism spurting
up into your womb. You keep sliding up and down,
making him shoot off two or three more times. When you
are sure there is nothing left to cum in either of
you, you collapse onto his chest.
With his now spent cock still up inside your pussy you
lay there. You listen to his breathing, to his heart.
You listen as they both return to normal. You love the
way a cock feels inside you when all the fucking is
done. When the frantic thrusting and humping is all
done, this is when you can really feel truly connected
to another person. You flex your pussy and give this
bridge of flesh a gentle hug.  Mmmm, that felt so
good, you squeeze again. His cock is shrinking. You
squeeze it again. You love this, working your cunt to
expel a cock after it’s cum. There is just something
fun about doing it. Squeezing and squeezing until….
Plop. There it goes falling out of your pussy. All
that is left inside is the cream that it shot off in
your depths.
You lie on Rob for what seems like the longest time.
You just absorb the niceness of being held like this.
Naked, skin to skin, both of you floating in post
orgasmic bliss. Both of you happy for the pleasure and
tenderness that you have shown each other. And as you
lie there you realize that the walls that had been
erected between you and men by your neglectful husband
are now gone. Those walls have been knocked to the
ground by Rob’s gentle whispering and tender strokes.
As tears trickle from your eyes you tell him as much.
And he says to you, “Shsssssh.”

THE END