His tio Ride Part III

Butterscotch

Before I actually came all over his hand, he let go of me, and I could hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I heard liquid sounds as he stroked himself, using my wetness for lubrication. Suddenly, I felt his hard erection lying against my ass. God, could he be that big? He was hung like a, well, like a horse.

Chance slid himself up and down my ass a few times, and then he leaned away from me. He put his hand on my shoulder, and I knew he was lining up to enter me. I arched my back and stood on my tippy toes. God, I was never such a floozy before. How was he doing this to me?

He thrust himself into me, and I began to cum in earnest, gasping and panting as he took his pleasure. My heels came off the ground every time his mighty tool pushed into me. I've never been so deliberately fucked in my life. It wasn't slow and sensual, and he didn't pound himself into me like he was some kind of p**n star. It was an intentional screwing, designed to relieve his needs as well as mine, to make us both cum under the sun and the trees.

And it worked. I came over and over, and I came even harder once his steaming seed started to jerk into me. I writhed in pleasure, but I was bound to my horse, and I couldn't move far. Cupcake, bless her heart, stood still as her mistress came and wiggled next to her.

I was still gasping when he withdrew himself. I felt so fucked, and so very empty! The sticky sperm dripped down my leg as I tried to catch my breath. I leaned against Cupcake, my heart pounding like I'd just run the quarter mile.

Chance was still gasping for air, but he managed a strangled, "Thank you, ma'am," in my ear. I would have told him "My pleasure," but I didn't have enough breath yet.

I felt his rough hands massaging my ass, kneading my butt like a loaf of bread dough. It felt so deliciously wicked to be tied up naked outdoors and dripping seed. Then his grip on my butt changed, and he lifted me from the ground, pushing me up and back into the saddle. What? My hands! My pants!

Before I knew it, I was on Cupcake, my legs still spread but now with a different kind of animal between them. Chance fastened his jeans and picked up my clothes. He mounted Caramel and reached down and took Cupcake's reins in his hand. In a few moments, we were riding up the trail again.

I'd never ridden naked before, and I was suddenly wondering just why that was. Riding was a whole new sensation when I didn't have any jeans between my pussy lips and the saddle. Cupcake's gentle rocking as we rode along the trail was deliciously sexual. Chance's warm seed drooled from me, creating a wet, slippery spot on the leather. I slid back and forth with Cupcake's gentle undulations, and a needy throbbing began in my pussy. I sure hoped my cowboy wasn't done with me - I needed another good screwing.

We rode along in a companionable silence for a little while, recovering our breath from our trailside tryst and taking in the scent of the trees and the warmth of the sun. After 10 minutes or so, we came to the perfect spot and Chance reined in the horses.

He leaned slowly over towards me. I leaned my head back, welcoming his attention. And for the first time, we kissed. It was slow and long and lingering. My lips parted gently, and I relished the delicate taste of him. He was so sweet that I actually became dizzy, and I suddenly had to lean back into Cupcake's saddle to keep from falling off altogether.

He dismounted and tied the horses to a tree. He took the blanket from Cupcake's saddlebag. Then he unfastened my wrists from the saddle, but he left them tied together, and he helped me down. I was so damned sexy there in my cowgirl shirt and hat, naked from the waist down. My long legs called to him.

He took the rawhide in his hand…

…and I followed him willingly as he led me to a grassy spot. What had gotten into me? Aside from the obvious, I mean. All of my willpower left me. I was his to do with as he pleased. I felt contented, submissive, and horny all at once. Not to mention slippery!

Chance laid the blanket down on a grassy spot on the ground under a small stand of aspen. He knelt in front of me and caressed my legs and ass. I had a feeling for a moment there that he would have been happy just humping my legs right there, and I would have let him. I felt so wanton, I just wanted more. Please? More cum?

Instead, he helped me to kneel on the blanket. My very own big, strong cowboy removed my hat, and I shook my hair free. Chance helped me down onto my back and pushed my hands up over my head, and tied them to the base of the tree.

He pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. He pushed his pants down and slipped himself inside me.

It was like coming home. It was like heaven. His velvety warmth took me in, and I closed my eyes and wrapped my legs around him. He slid in and out of me, going faster and faster. I whimpered as I relished the feeling of being bound and pummeled. Even though I was already tied to the tree, he took my wrists in his hands and held on tightly, pinning me even more.

I turned a bright pink and moaned as the spasms of my orgasm began. I could feel his cock inside me as he rode me hard.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked breathlessly, riding me as deep and hard as he could. He ripped my shirt open, the western snaps giving way to reveal my perfect breasts - not too big, not too little. He grabbed one in each hand, feeling my rigid nipples pushing into his palms. "You want me… pounding you… inside you…"

I was having too hard a time breathing through my cumming to answer him with words, but I moaned and wiggled harder under him. I locked my bare feet around his back.

He wanted my mouth. Those pink lips which he'd tasted. He slipped out of me, but he wasn't quick enough. He grabbed onto himself as he moved towards my mouth. The first glob of sperm shot from him before he could reach me, and it landed on the collar of my shirt. I opened my smiling mouth wide and stuck my tongue out to catch his hot cum. I closed my eyes as a glob landed on my tongue, and he held onto himself and shot load after load of hot white jism into me.

I watched in amazement as my mouth filled up with his cum. The sunlight bounced off my white teeth, now slippery with jism. Finally, he began to wind down. He stroked the last drops out of him. I slowly closed my lips, savoring the taste before I swallowed. I wore a gentle, beatific smile.

He untied me and helped me get dressed. I was still blushing, but we laughed together about our afternoon ride.

We fetched Cupcake and Caramel and rode back to pick up the others, and then on to the ranch. The yellow-ringed cum stain on my collar went unnoticed by everybody. Well, at least nobody said anything.

I bought that ranch, and I told myself that it was because of the picturesque country and the perfect buildings and nice string of ponies, and that it had nothing to do with meeting Chance. But we opened the C&B Wedding Ranch six months later, and Chance and I were our own first customers.