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By Anonymous

An empty bottle of homemade blackberry wine lay on its side... purple drops of sweetness leaving a trail on the carpet. The firelight flickered, drying out the moist scent of sex in the living room.
Two bodies lay exhausted on the floor, sofa cushions and pillows strewn around the masculine room. His hand trailed through her shoulder length hair, the chestnut brown sheen radiated red and gold in the reflection of the fire's glow.
Her breathing was shallow and fast. He watched as her breasts fluttered with her rhythm. One of her hands, long, elegant with its short, blunt nails, lifted languidly and then dropped, as if the effort of pushing against gravity was too much to achieve.
"How do you feel?" His voice was rough with sexual satiation and had the wonderful twang she adored in her Wyoming lovers.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she flexed her spine, arching her breasts into a bas-relief against the fire.
His eyes traveled over her, lingering at the juncture of strong thighs, appreciating the smooth gleam of her legs.
"Absolutely dead." She turned her head slowly and smiled at him, a woman's wicked smile. Her eyes drifted shut, the lashes covering sherry brown eyes.
"You've killed me." She sighed deeply. "Are you pleased with yourself, you macho pig?"
"Yes, ma'am, I shore am."
"Ugh, ma'am. I'm not old enough to be a ma'am."
He leaned forward to pluck at a dark rose nipple with his forefinger and thumb.
"You're shore old enough to do this." She smiled and teased, "This? Whassamatter, you afraid to say the words?"
"What words?"
"Fuck. Boff. Screw."
"Harsh words for such a pretty mouth," he said. He leaned forward and sucked her lower lip into his mouth, his teeth a delicious torment of pain and tenderness.
"Mmmm, yes... oohhhh, yes."
"So, you're tired?"
"Too tired to breath. You've worn me out. You stud." Her smile gave the words tenderness. His hand drifted down her throat, between her breasts, over stomach and belly, to where the dark brown hair curled and whirled between her thighs. His finger sifted through, spread and then found the tiny mound of nerve-saturated flesh.
She bucked under his touch, "Ahh, too sore. Gently. Gently."
He brushed a kiss of apology against her lips. Knowing fingers soothed and tantalized. She shivered in exquisite agony of pleasure/pain and her eyelashes fluttered like hummingbird wings.
One hand came up and under his outstretched arm... felt and found the delicious shoulderblade, finger walked down over muscle built from wrestling stubborn cows and spirited horses.
Down to the dip of waist then the hard curved buttock that looked so pale compared to his sun-darkened chest. Her fingers dug into the resilient skin. He bucked into her side, his newly aroused erection pressing into her thigh.
"Again? So soon?" She asked. A warm chuckle, in that husky voice he loved to listen to. "What a stud."
The cowboy shut her mouth with a harsh, punitive kiss. "You keep teasing me and you'll get your due."
"I know, lover, that's why I keep doing it." She pushed at his shoulders and he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Playing her fingers over his sweat slicked chest, she settled over his hips, his erection lying between her lips, pushing in a most delicious way.
He flexed his back and she bounced gently on him. "Ride him, cowgirl."
Her laughter belled around the room. "You are the best...I adore that sense of humor."
He sat up quickly, wrapping his arms around her back, pulling her close to him. With his lips against hers, he soughed into her mouth, "I have a surprise for you, lady."
Laughing delightedly, she wiggled against him, "You sure do, Mr. Wilson."
Lowering his head, he nipped her fiercely at the junction of neck and shoulder. A hiss of surprise and arousal brushed his ear. "I want you to come out to the stable with me. Now."
"Now? It's after midnight. Why the hell now?" She leaned back and looked at him suspiciously. "You know hay makes me sneeze. And I haven't taken my antihistamines."
"Honeygirl, every fucking thing on this earth makes you sneeze. I've stopped wearing cologne...I'm using that stupid soap with no smell. Just trust me on this, ok?" His earnest blue eyes looked straight into her frowning face.
Rough, callused hands brushed her bangs back from her forehead. Firm lips, the lower a little fuller than the upper... just a little... brushed her witch's peak.
"I want to do something with you I've never done before but heard about. Something that'll rattle that sophisticated city cage of yours."
She blinked and regarded him quizzically. In their short, but tumultuous affair, she'd been the one to challenge his expectations, broaden his horizons.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Uhuh. You got to come out to the stable with me."
"Okay," a long suffering sigh brought a small smile to his face, "let me get some clothes on." She searched the room with her eyes, "Where'd I put my boots?"
"No boots."
"Whaddya mean, no boots? I wore them here.
He knuckled her chin. "No boots. No jeans. No shirt. No nothing.
Eyes opened wide, she contemplated this newer, sillier model of Dennis. "No clothes? Nude? Across the lawn and the stable yard? What about if we're seen?"
"Nobody's around. I gave the guys instructions to stay off the ranch tonight."
"Oh, great, why didn't you just hang out a sign?"
He shook his head, chuckling at a woman so uninhibited, she made his blood race, but yet so very private, he still didn't know much about her. "It's black as sin out there. Even if someone was around, they couldn't see us."
"It's a full moon," she pursed her lips and blew out an exasperated breath.
"You know it ain't. You'd have your period if it was. It's dark out there." He slapped his hand hard against her bottom. "Get off me woman and let's get out there. Time's awasting and I want to have fun." He stood fluidly, exhibiting that masculine grace that had attracted her from the beginning.
Extending a hand, he yanked her up. Laughing, she looked up into his face. A face of unyielding strength and surprising gentility. The face that made her shiver in anticipation of his surprise. He wasn't a frivolous man. The land and the harsh life of a rancher had bred a toughness that made her adore him and fear him...just a little.
Not for her the smooth urbanity of a bean counter or a lawyer.
She preferred her men tough, challenging and untamed.
"Ouch. Ow. OUCH." She hip-hopped from one foot to another over the rough grass and earth.
"I haven't heard that much yowling since the barn cat went into heat. You're really a tenderfoot, ain't you?"
"It's damn freezing and you've put down two boxes of tacks just to torment me... I know you did, you sadist."
Dennis swept an arm under her legs and lifted her easily into his arms. "Bitch, bitch, bitch. Don't you New York dames know anything else?" A wicked smile curved his weathered face.
She pouted seductively. He looked at the lush fullness of that moist lower lip and felt himself hardening against the cleft of her ass.
"Don't do that."
She batted her eyelashes at him. "Do what?"
"Wench."
A soft moan from her mouth. "I melt when you call me that."
"I know. Oh, baby, I know."
He entered the dark barn. They were assailed by the scents of horses, tack, alfalfa hay and grain. Dennis lowered her to the floor and went in search of the light switch.
She stood there in the cold summer night air. A soft flick, and the low light illumined her standing there, ripe as only a woman can be. He walked behind her and cupped his hands over her breasts. She shivered, whether from his touch or the chill, he didn't know or care. Her nipples were hard, puckered beacons to her arousal. Squeezing them, he rubbed his erect cock against the small of her back, feeling her wriggle in response.
"Wait here till I get the horse."
"Mmmmmmmmmm." She was concentrating on the tender torment of his fingertips pinching her nipples. There was a conduit from there straight to her clit and she could feel herself getting wet.
She stood there, eyes closed, her fingers replacing his, playing with her nipples as she listened him talking to a sleeping horse. She heard the snuffles of an animal awakened, the slow, heavy, clip-clop of horseshoes on the packed earth.
Her eyes popped open and she watched Dennis bemusedly. He'd taken out the huge Perche/Anglo gelding used mostly for drawing heavy ranch wagons. He was slightly smaller than a pure Percheron, but was still well over 17 hands with a broad, smooth back, the dappled gray coat gleaming in the light.
Dennis was putting a bridle on him when she was attacked with this absolute need for him. Walking up and pressing her breasts into his back, her hands reached around and down and clasped his cock.
"I want you."
He smiled, "I want you too, hon. Just be a minute."
"I want you NOW." She pushed her way between him and the horse and knelt, taking him all the way into her mouth with one long smooth motion.
He sucked in a deep breath, the incredible sensation of her hot, wet mouth searing his most tender flesh. She had a mouth beyond compare, she'd been born for sucking cock.
"God...GOD!" He clamped his hands to her head, but let her set the rhythm. With hands both strong and sensitive, she tickled his balls and stroked the opening to his ass while feeding on his cock. She loved sucking him, reveled in it...he tasted like the sweetest candy, his skin so smooth, soft and delicate.
Using just the tiniest pressure of her teeth, she felt him buck in her mouth and smiled around the base of his penis. The head was pressing into her throat and she took him willingly.
He dragged her mouth off him, his eyes blazing fiercely blue with the heat of his excitement. "Enough... I'm gonna cum in a minute and I don't want to do it in your mouth. I want to be as deep as possible inside you."
She got to her feet and he bent and brushed the dirt off her knees. "If you wanted to fuck me, why are you taking out the horse?"
Dennis took the reins in one hand, vaulted easily to the horse's back and settled slowly, his cock still erect and shining with her saliva. He carefully adjusted his balls, then smiled down on her.
"Put your right foot on mine and swing up here."
She blinked at him. "Right foot? But that would put me backwards..." A wicked, sexy, delighted grin spread across her face. "Really? We're gonna do Heaven-A-Harse? I always wanted to do it." Putting her right foot on his left, she used is as a mount and swung up, facing backward on the horse.
Dennis laughed, "I love your sense of adventure. You don't say no to anything."
"Hey, I'm determined to lay upon my deathbed and say 'je ne regrette pas.'"
"Well, I'm proud and pleased to help you achieve your life's goal." Putting his hands on her hips, he lifted her while she placed her legs over his. Giggling like a couple of kids, they worked out the dynamics of the position.
She could feel the length of his cock lying between her pussy lips. This never failed to excite her beyond belief, the soft promise of his eventual entry, the titillation of that sensory-rich skin.
He could see her breasts rise and fall with the beginnings of her excitement. Her eyelids closed halfway over slumberous, heated eyes. Bending forward, he took her mouth in a fierce, claiming kiss.
"Let's get out of here." He softly clucked to the horse, squeezed his knees and the horse obediently started forward at a walk. His movement caused Dennis' cock to slide back and forth between her pussy lips.
She let her head fall back and then forward, the wet slickness of her juices creating a smooth sliding motion. It was unbearably erotic, she was shaking from it, her breasts jiggling with the motion of horse and cock.
One hand behind her, guiding the horse, he put his other hand between them. Searching out her clit, he pinched it once, twice, three times in rapid succession. She cried out and convulsed, setting her teeth into his shoulder as she came.
He grunted with the pain of her bite, but was secretly proud that he could make her come so easily. His cock swelled more, now aching to be deep... totally... completely inside her heat and wet. Sliding his hand around to her back, he spread his fingers wide and slid the middle finger down the cleft of her ass. Finding the puckered opening, he slid it inside. She squeezed around hit automatically, her sobbing breath in his ear.
"Oh god yes! Deeper... harder."
"Shhh, baby, we've got time." He used his hand as leverage, lifting her slightly. She reached down, grasped him and put the head of his cock into her pussy. He flexed forward and she settled down, spreading her legs wide over him. His cock slid home, the wet satin of her pussy walls parting for him, then closing back over him, enveloping in the slippery heat.
Now it was his time to moan, deep into her hair. Her cunt was the best. She could tighten her muscles around him till he was clasped so tightly, he couldn't pull out if he wanted to. He loved that...she had the most educated cunt in the world.
He started stroking his middle finger deeper into her ass. She cried out softly, her head falling back, her gaze searching out his. With her bottom lip being savaged by her teeth, her nostrils flaring, she looked like the wild wanton he knew her to be under the urbane exterior. This is what she was, an elemental sexual animal who enjoyed every aspect of fucking.
"Dennis...oh, yes, love..." He laughed in exultation as she writhed upon his lap. He pushed forward and felt the horse's withers pushing against the back of his hand. She clutched at him, using him as an anchor.
Pulling his finger free from her ass, he clasped her right cheek while pushing her harder against the withers...she felt the rough velvet of the horse's hide, pushing into her cleft, spreading it.
"I'm gonna start him trotting, honey. Just hang on... don't try to post, you're backwards...you'll be off- balance. Just hold onto me."
Obligingly, she put her hands around his ribs. He kicked the horse into a trot.
She screamed.
Dennis pulled the horse to a stop. She collapsed, sobbing, against his shoulder. "Honey, you ok?" He could feel her shaking against him. "Honey?"
"I'm ok. Really. You just went so deep, so fast. Just give me a minute."
"Sweetie, if this is too much, we'll stop."
A warm albeit shaky chuckle rumbled in his ear, "I'll be fine, was just unexpected. Let me get myself together."
After a minute, he could feel her clasping his cock tightly with her pussy.
"You ok?"
A nod.
"You ready for this?" A soft, licking, kiss against his neck. "You sure?"
A little nip was his answer. He laughed. "Ok, then, hang on."
The Perche started forward, a long, smooth, slow walk. He slowly accelerated to a slow trot.
She found the rhythm in the horse...in Dennis' thrusts inside her. It was like the time when she was 11, riding her bike, and she hit a large bump. The seat of the bike had slammed into her cleft and she'd exploded with the sensation. But she was also totally out of control.
Her muscles were going crazy, nothing like the trained motion she'd achieved over the years. Her cunt was rhythmically grasping and releasing. Her clit was engorged, her slick juice was pouring down like never before.
Dennis was in ecstasy. This incredible woman was the hottest, wettest, deepest, best...her cunt was a magical place where he was held, loved, stroked, milked. He reached down between them, felt the soaking wetness of their joined bodies and brought back his hand to her mouth. Putting his fingers inside, he let her suck her wetness off his skin.
She was moaning constantly. There was no moon, no trees, no pasture. Just Dennis, just his penis, engorged as she'd never felt it, plowing in-and-out, in-and-out, in- and-out...strong, then soft... delving to the deepest part of her. She'd been afraid that her usual super- wetness would prevent any friction, but it was perfect. Making a supreme effort, she squeezed her muscles, feeling his cock being pulled out by the horse's stride... it hurt.
Oh, God, it hurt so good.
He was seeing stars. It was so incredible, he was afraid somewhere in the back of his mind that he was going to fall off the horse. Squeezing the animal involuntarily with his knees, the horse responded by going faster.
All of a sudden, she was bouncing violently up and down on his cock as the horse cantered. His penis rammed hard into her, making her cry out. She could hear Dennis' answering cry...could feel the heat and strength of him fucking her madly as the horse continued unchecked.
The withers were abrading the tender cleft of her cheeks, Dennis' cock taking her, possessing her, owning her. In her fevered mind, Dennis and the horse became one, the Centaur of legend and myth... she was burning with his claiming. Dennis was shaking, a great bellowing cry exploding from his chest.
He put his hand between them and sought out her wet, engorged clit. He pinched it hard, making her scream. She came in great shaking waves, head thrown back, nails biting into his sides. Crying, wailing, it rolled over and over and over, making her cunt convulse upon his cock with incredible strength.
He came, buried deep inside, clamping her to him with the hand holding the reins. He spurt again and again and again inside her, his come overflowing and sliding out of her cunt.
The horse felt the lowered rein and responded obediently, slowing to a walk, then stopping, lowering his head and blowing deeply.
They slid limply off the horse, collapsing into the night-cold grass. Their bodies, as well as the horse's, steamed softly in the chill air. Gasping great lungfuls of air into sated bodies, they clung together, stroking, murmuring and nibbling as they slowly relaxed.
"Now what?"
"I'm lying on a rock, you pig."
He couldn't help it... he really couldn't. He just laughed out loud and long and hard.