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Carole
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FROM.....Carole (114/18) **
One summer while I was vacationing in Colorado, I went for a
long ride up into the mountains. A long long way from
anywhere or anyone. Just me and the horse, or so I thought.
I had been riding a long time and we were both tired and
needed a rest. So I stopped by a stream and let the horse
graze while I got a drink. The water looked so inviting,
that I decided to freshen up a little before starting back.
I took off my cloths and sat down at the edge of the stream
on a large boulder. The water was very cold and felt so good
on my sun drenched body. The air was hot and still, drying
me as I lay down beside the stream in the grass. The clouds
were soft puffs of cotton floating across the deep blue sky.
I could see the snow on the peaks in the distance and hear
the sound of the stream as it flowed across the rocks. The
birds were singing in the trees and I could hear my horse as
he walked from one mouthful of grass to the next. The wind
began to touch the top of the Aspen trees, making the soft
rustling sound that only the Aspen can make. I was totally
lost in the peasefulness of the moment and the warm glow of
the sun touching my body. After I lay there a while, I knew
it was time to get up and start back. Yet I hated to leave
the beauty of this place.
After I dressed, I heard the sound of a horse approaching.
When I looked up, I could see Rex (the ranch foreman) riding
very slowly toward me. For a brief moment, I wondered if he
had been there long, but the thought soon was gone as he got
down and walked over to me. He asked what I was doing out
there all alone. I told him I was just riding and enjoying
the scenery. He stopped a short distance from me and we
chatted about nothing in particular. After a few minutes, I
noticed how deep his eyes were when he was looking at me. It
was almost as if they could look inside my very soul and see
all the inner most thoughts and desires.
I must have been looking at him in much the same way,
because he reached out and pulled me to him. He kissed me,
long and deep. His tongue reached in and touched mine, in a
slow circular motion. Drawing me closer and closer until I
could feel his hard cock against the mound of my wet wanting
pussy. He reached up and took my hair in his hand, pressing
our kiss even deeper. He then took his hand from my back and
unsnapped my shirt, exposing my hard nipples to the touch of
his hand. His hand moved the shirt gently off my shoulders
and down to my back. Pressing me against him. Then he pulled
me down to the soft green grass where I had been laying
earlier. Just as I lay down, he released my hair and raised
up. I could feel his hands moving to my jeans as he undid
the snap and zipper. As he pulled down my jeans with one
hand, he used the other to explore the damp hair that was
suddenly exposed.
He then removed my boots and pulled the jeans off my legs. I
had never before wanted a man to look at me, but I wanted
him to see and touch every part of me. When I was undressed,
he stood up and slowly removed his shirt. His chest was very
broad, with just enough hair to hold onto. But not enough to
cover the two brown nipples that were showing through. He
removed his boots with all the ease of a mother pulling
booties off a baby's foot. Before he could remove his jeans,
I was kneeling before him, unbuckling his belt and opening
his jeans. Just as I undid the button and started to unzip
the jeans, I could see the soft ring on the head of his
cock. He was very large and I wondered if I could take all
of him. As I pulled down the jeans, I started kissing his
stomach. Moving ever downward until I could put my tongue
around the head, just under the ridge. Moving around, ever
so slowly. Round and round. Across the tip and back around.
Softly licking and tasting.
I don't put all of him in my mouth. Instead, I gently blew
my hot breath over his wet cock. After a few minutes of
licking and touching, I put my lips around the head and drew
him in as far as I could. Then I locked my tongue around and
sucked as hard as I could. Moving him in and out. Suddenly he
pushed my head back and I was on the ground. His hands were
pushing my legs apart as he laid down between them. His
tongue was moving down my stomach and his hands opening the
lips to my hot dripping pussy. The juices were running down
between the cheeks of my ass when he touched me with his
tongue. It was like a hot poker as it entered me. Touching
deep inside and moving around and up over my clit, which
would rise to that touch. More and more. Deeper and deeper.
Just as I am about to explode, he stopped. Moving away as I
lay there panting and pulsing, wanting more. His hands were
again moving over my body. Pinching my nipples and squeezing
my breasts. His hands again moved down my stomach, opening
the lips for his tongue to enter again. This time, he was
very forceful. Sucking on my clit until I am about to
scream. His tongue went deep deep inside. Every muscle in my
body want rigid and the breath was suddenly gone as my body
exploded. Before I could relax, I felt his hard cock
touching me. Rubbing in the juices that were flowing out of
me. Then he entered me with all the force of a bullet thru
the wind. Deep and hard, he fucked me. It seemed like he was
solid rock, thrusting deep inside me. I cum again and again
until I am exhausted. Yet, I wanted more and more. I didn't
want him to ever stop.
Again he stopped, but this time to was only to roll me over
onto him. I could hardly stand all of him in this position,
but the pain was exquisite. I found, I could ride him just
like I did when riding the horse. You know, the same motion
you use to keep from having your ass pounded to death. Only
THIS motion and feel is something I could never begin to
explain. Ecstasy is as close as I could get to a
description. I felt the blood rushing through my body with a
force and my skin tingling all over. Just when I didn't
think I could stand any more, Rex reached up and pulled my
face to his. The kiss was a soft wonderful kiss. One hand
was holding my hair and the other holding my face as his
tongue parted my lips. Suddenly, his hand was pulling my
hair hard and I could feel him cumming inside me. It was an
explosion like I never felt before, then I was cumming with
him. I heard myself scream as all the blood rushed to my
face and the juices were released.
Afterwards, we laid there holding each other, not wanting to
move. We talked a little and every once in a while, he would
reach over and kiss me on my forehead or my hair. Even
kissing my finger tips and hand. Just small touches that
said thank you. Thank you for a dream that we will both
share for may years to come.
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