I’ve made friends with a man out west who owns a ranch. He’s from Maryland, which he explained is “horse country.” I always thought that was Kentucky, but he assured me that the Preakness Stakes, the second jewel in racing’s triple crown, was in Baltimore and was in fact two years older than the Kentucky Derby. So noted! He’d take me out to his ranch, and while we enjoyed the Big Sky country, he also shared with me more about his love of horses, which interestingly was a hobby he pursued out on the ranch, not back East in Maryland. He told me it had to do with how much he’d liked an old Robert Redford movie called The Electric Horseman, where a cowboy sets a champion race horse free to run wild and natural out west. Ah, the patience of a man who sold his business for a fortune — I love not having to just rush into sex — okay, sometimes I’m the one in the rush to get to the sex…okay, A LOT of the time I’m the one in a rush to fuck! There, I admitted it. Anyway, my ranch owning, mature, patient, horse admiring and yes, wonderful lover of a friend provided me with an equine education beyond what I’d already known before he and I first met. Noble creatures, beautiful, his horses. He’d have me sit on a horse and tell me the lineage of each one. It was natural that I started looking forward to riding. I didn’t realize I’d be riding more than just horses, until the most recent trip when my friend sent his Gulfstream to South Florida to pick me up and bring me out to enjoy the Mountain Time Zone.
The first morning I was there, I got up early, way early because of the time difference, and in the still darkness of the pre-dawn,I pleased my host orally, and we nuzzled and snuggled and he returned the oral favor, but I just couldn’t coax a second “sunrise” out of his cock. “It’s okay, Dolly, the social security checks remind me that I’m not a kid anymore, and you make me feel plenty alive just being here. But this morning I do need to head into town and get with the zoning commissioners about some adjoining land I want to add. Didn’t know about this until after we’d arranged the visit, will you be okay? You know your way around and you know the staff, is this alright?”
A gentleman. “Of course” I told him, and I meant it, and I kissed him, sucked his tongue, and playfully nipped at his nipple on his hairy chest before he took my face in his hands, softly kissed me, and left the bed to go shower. And soon he was gone and I was on my own on a fantastic ranch where the main house was featured on a Travel Channel program about epic log homes.
Slipping on a pair of faded blue jeans, a tight black t-shirt and some gorgeously detailed cowboy boots my host had given me as a welcome present on my first visit to the ranch, I grabbed my jean jacket and headed towards the barn. It was still pretty early, not too long after dawn, and the air was crisp and a touch cool. Entering the barn, I heard the whiny and grunts of the horses and smiled. I love that sound. I wasn’t going to ride alone, but the horses are just a hypnotic draw. The beautiful black one, unimaginatively named “Blackie” he saw me and bobbed his head. He nudged my hand like an old friend looking for his carrot. As he chewed, around us began more activity. The staff walked a few others back into the barn from the first wave of exercise rides, and everyone was busy, friendly, and had a job to do.
I asked what I could do, and they saw my bonding with “Blackie” and I was handed a brush and invited to brush him. As I brushed him down, listening to his pleased horse grunts, I felt a shadow near me.
Looking over my shoulder I was staring into the eyes of the ideal image of the American Cowboy. Hadn’t seen him before on previous visits. He was tall, probably around 6’3″, and had really broad shoulders stuck snug in his jean jacket. His dark hair hung just over his right eye. He stood and watched me brush down Blackie and lead him back into his stall. My cowboy didn’t say a word. Much later I found out from my host/lover that I had run into his nephew, Henry, who used to tag along with his Uncle on ranch trips, fallen in love with the West, and had recently returned from working for others when his Uncle needed a new ranch manager.
The next couple of days, I followed the same routine. Each morning my lover and I, slow to adjust to the time difference, got each other’s motors started sexually before dawn, and then I went to the barn before later on in the day rejoining my host (Okay, I’ll make up a name, I’m reluctant to, I don’t want to unintentionally assign a name that might breach his confidence and privacy. Let’s call him Redford, since the actor had been a source of motivation to him. By the way, its election season, and they re-ran an old political satire the other night starring Robert Redford called “The Candidate”. God he was gorgeous! Early 70’s. Um, where was I? Oh yes, in a barn.
So each day, Henry would be close by watching me when I returned to the barn. To say I was starting to dream about Henry would be an understatement. They weren’t just dreams. They were hardcore sexual fantasies, filling my mind, including when Redford and I were having sex. Maybe I shouldn’t admit that, except that (Spoiler Alert! As if you couldn’t have guessed….) later on, Redford put his stamp of, well, if not approval then at least understanding, on my interest in Henry, so I guess that makes it okay. But there I was, seeing him each day, I felt hot all over. Redford later told me he sensed something like this was going on because I was getting more and more robust and our sex was better than on any of my previous extended ranch dates, and he assured me that he’d loved all the previous ranch dates very much. I told him I knew he did, since he did after all keep inviting me out and provided such very generous gift envelopes. But yeah, I was pleasing Uncle Redford and lusting for Henry. Good thing this was a long visit, it gave me enough time to get up the courage to … well, here, I’ll just keep telling you.
On the fourth day, when I went out to the barn, Blackie was already saddled. Henry stepped out leading a chestnut beauty, and said he’d been told I’d ridden before and would I like to again? I said I’d love to but that his Uncle’s unexpected land issues had turned into a negotiation and he didn’t have the time to ride and I shouldn’t ride alone. “No problem, if you don’t mind, I’ll be going to ride with you this morning.”
Yes please! Suddenly, my t-shirt and jacket felt a little too tight as my nipples perked up, pushing against them. My dreams last night and my distracted fantasies while his Uncle took me doggie style that morning might be coming true? I’d never interacted with Henry, yet my body was remembering. As I slid into the saddle, I watched Henry mount his ride and could see him mounting me in my head. We both winked and took off in a gallop.
We rode for about an hour and ended up near the edge of the vast property, near a small lake. It was beautiful. We let the horses roam in the grass and Henry and I walked. Off to the side was a boulder. Sitting up on it, I acted like I was looking at the view. Instead, I was watching Henry. His back was to me and I couldn’t help but stare at how his jeans hugged his ass. Tight and firm. That’s what it looked like. In my head, I saw myself laying between his legs, licking his bare ass down to his balls. In my imagination, either while frigging myself in the shower or after bedtime sex with Uncle Redford, just before I fell asleep next to the already contentedly snoring Uncle, I imagined truly “dirty” wild west sex with Henry, in which I rolled my tongue around his full, potent balls, then held his sack in my hand, squeezing, just firmly enough while teasing the head of his hard fuck stick, making him moan. My hand moved up to stroke his cock as my tongue ran along the shaft of his thick powerful cock. In my dream, he was moaning. I was so caught up in my fantasy, I didn’t hear him ask me what I was thinking until he had moved and was standing right in front of me. My face flushed and my eyes focused on his groin in front of me.
His jeans were tight across his groin, hugging it. I could make out the bulge in his jeans. He was hard. Slowly, I looked up to meet his eyes. He asked me how I was enjoying the ranch, and told me that he was cool with me keeping company with his Uncle while his Aunt was back in Maryland. “We don’t have slot machines, but what happens on the ranch stays on the ranch, Ma’am.”
Ma’am! Oh fuck was this every Cowboy fantasy I’d never even known I was supposed to have!
I told him I loved the ranch, and asked how I could thank him for his discretion about my enjoying all the ranch had to offer. I looked down at his package and emphasized the word, “ALL” when I said that.
He said good and slid his hand around to cup the back of my neck. When his mouth touched mine it felt like my whole body was being kissed. His lips pushed against mine, his tongue sliding between them to touch my tongue. I moaned into his mouth and his hand tightened around me, bringing my body close, making me feel “claimed”. I’ve been kissed by a lot of men. Rarely like this. He came up for air, looked into my eyes and then smashed his mouth down on mine again. I reached up, grabbing hold of his jean jacket and pulled him down to me. I was practically laying across the boulder and Henry was on top of me.
Henry’s lips moved from my mouth to the side of my neck, just below my ear. I moaned and arched. I love that spot. As his tongue did nasty little swirls on my neck, his hand was moving down my hip. He pulled my t-shirt from my jeans and slid his hand up underneath to touch my bare skin. As his mouth came back to mine, his hand was cupping my breast, squeezing firmly, like a man who was in control. I have big breasts but he had bigger hands. I fit into his palm perfectly. Oh yes, he was in control.
Pulling away from me, Henry stood and stared at me. The bulge in his jeans was bigger. He pulled me up to stand in front of him. Slowly, his hands pushed my jean jacket down my arms. Yanking it off, he tossed it to the side. His hands pulled the hem of my t-shirt up and over my head. That got tossed next to my jacket. Henry’s eyes watched my breasts as I reached behind me, unhooking my black lace bra. As I shimmied it down my shoulders, I watched his eyes. Oh yea. I was definitely getting all my fantasies today. Naked from the waist up, I stood and watched him. His eyes kept moving from one nipple to the other, making me feel like he was actually touching me even though at that moment he wasn’t. Reaching up, I cupped a breast in each hand, rubbing my thumbs over my hardened nipples. Pulling my nipple, stretching it. Using both hands, I pushed my aching tits together, leaned my head down and licked the tip of each one. Then I looked into his eyes again. “Take me,” I whispered.
“Yes ma’am” he replied. My pussy puckered and half-way gushed when I heard that again.
Henry reached out, grabbed me to him. Pushing my hands away, his hands took over where mine had left off. I moaned as his fingers massaged my flesh, tugging and pulling. Lowering his head, Henry took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it. I groaned and nearly fell over. I’d been dreaming about this for days. Imagining how his mouth would feel. It was warm and wet. His tongue flicked around my nipple before his lips would close tight around it and pull. Over and over again, he’d suck my nipple into his mouth and then pop it free. Henry moved from one nipple to the other.
As his mouth took care of my tits, his hands moved down. Cupping me through my tight jeans, his hand pushed up, rubbing against me. I moaned louder, holding onto his shoulders as his mouth bit gently down on my nipple and his hand pressed between my legs. Without missing a beat with his mouth, Henry unzipped my jeans. When I felt his big hand slide down inside the front of my jeans, I nearly bit my lower lip off. I closed my eyes, waiting for his touch. Just as his fingers found my wet pussy in my jeans, his teeth grazed across my left nipple. I moaned, arching back. His right arm was around me otherwise I’d have fallen. Suddenly, the mighty Dolly Jewel was putty in this Cowboy’s hands. Doesn’t happen often, but yes gentlemen, I do swoon.
Slowly, his fingers pushed against my smooth, wet lips until the tip of his finger slid inside me. Stroking me slowly, gently, he pushed me just near an orgasm than stopped. Smiling, he stood, leaving me empty. I noticed the horse were standing idly by. Was Blackie watching me get ready to fuck? The horses were so calm, and Henry walked to his horse, came back with a blanket, laid it across the boulder, then grabbed my jeans and pushed them down, taking my matching black lace panties (hardly practical for riding by the way) with them. He told me to sit. I did and he pulled my jeans and panties down and over my boots which he left on. I laid on the boulder naked except for the cowboy boots his Uncle had given me. It felt wicked, slutty, and delicious. I’d never even fucked Redford in the boots.
Running his hands up my legs, Henry parted them, opening me wide. My pussy was soaking wet, dripping. Leaning over, Henry touched his tongue to the very tip of my lips, but he resisted my clit at first. I moaned “Oh don’t make me wait” but he never looked up as he said, “patience, Dolly, it’ll be worth it”. I believed him, and leaned back as he moved his tongue lower with each flick until he touched every part of my lips. Holding my legs open wide with his hands on my thighs, Henry used only his tongue on my wet pussy. Using only small, slow licks, Henry tortured me. He’d bring me close to an orgasm than stop, kissing the insides of my thighs. When I’d settle down, he’d go back to my pussy, licking and sucking. Using only his tongue, Henry moved the tip down my lips and then up again. His mouth would close around my pussy, sucking it whole before he went back to using only his tongue. As my body neared another orgasm, I reached down, pushing his head further between my legs. I felt him smile against me. His mouth closed around my clit (at last!) and he sucked. I nearly screamed my orgasm. My body bucked as his mouth ate me roughly, no longer a gentleman, now a full-on Cowboy, a ranch manager fucking the owner’s woman. Hell, the owner’s mistress, the owner’s lover…whatever I was, Henry wanted to take for his own, at least that morning, and I was giving myself to him. Liar. I wasn’t giving anything, I was being TAKEN.
He held my legs wide as my muscles strained. His mouth never stopped eating me and mapping every micron of my clit for where each nerve ending was waiting to be rewarded, then he passed out rewards in amounts I’d almost never received as I broke into one orgasm after another. When I was finally done, Henry kissed my pussy, rubbing his nose over my clit and then stood up.
I sat up, reaching out for his belt buckle. Unhooking it, all I could think of were my fantasies, and I laughed at how I’d so badly underestimated what a mind-boggling stud Henry was proving to be. Then it occurred to me that I’d declared him a “stud” and in horse language, “stud” was all about fucking, cock work, not that glorious oral that had my body coated in an excited slick sheen of sexually induced perspiration. And now I was going to get my reward–and so was Henry! Was he going to be as big as I’d fantasized? Pushing his jeans down, I pulled him out. Oh fuck, Lord, just take me now, life doesn’t get this good, this must be heaven. Definitely bigger than my dreams. Henry’s cock was throbbing, rock solid and long. I won’t discuss measurements. Just… he was long. And thick. My God, he was thick. Wrapping both hands around him, I leaned over and flicked my tongue over the head of his monster. He moaned and pushed up towards me. I love giving head. I love sucking a cock between my lips. I planned on torturing him the way he had tortured me.
My hands twisted across him in opposite directions as I sucked just the tip of his cock into my mouth. He tasted so good. Musky, virile, masculine. Pushing my lips down over his head, I sucked more of the shaft. My hands were gripping him, squeezing him. His cock pulsed with each suck. Henry was moaning, thrusting his cock into my hands and mouth. When I slid my mouth down trying to make it cover his entire cock, stretching my mouth, I gagged and had to back that precious wonder-Cock out to catch my breath. Henry moaned out and begged me to suck him more, and harder. I momentarily bit my lower lips, then smiled with glee and said “yes, Sir!” and returned that prized stallion of a cock to my Dolly mouth.
Up and down I dragged my mouth, twisting my lips around him. As my mouth worked his cock, I moved my hands down to cup his balls. Massaging first one ball then the other, I stroked him, kneaded him. His cock throbbed in my mouth with each squeeze. I tasted drops of precum from the tip of his cock. Not wanting him to blow yet, I wrapped my fingers tightly around the base of his cock and squeezed, holding him. He moaned and grunted, begging me to let him cum. I smiled and shook my head, “Not yet.”
When I was sure I had stopped his orgasm, I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock and down the length of him again. Over and over again, washing him with my tongue. Crawling off the rock, I moved behind him, bending him over. He braced himself on the rock and I went to work fingering his ass as I licked him. At first, he was surprised. As my tongue moved over his cock and my talented, slender finger probed for his prostate in his ass, he relaxed and began to enjoy it. Reaching down between his legs with my other hand, I cupped his balls again, stroking him slowly. He moaned and pushed back. Crawling down under him, I took his balls in my mouth. Using one hand, I stroked his cock, wrapping my hand tight around him and pumping him slowly. With my other hand, I grabbed his ass, squeezing and massaging it. Just like my dirtiest fantasies.
He was moaning, thrusting into my hand. I couldn’t wait much longer for him. I slipped my hand up his cock again, rubbing my fingers over the head and then pushing back down again. My mouth was sucking his balls, rolling them with my tongue. Henry moaned. Looking up at him, I asked him if he was ready to fuck me yet. Grinning like a lion about to devour his kill, Henry grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up. I took that as a yes. And I still had my boots on!
Reaching down, Henry tore his jeans off. His t-shirt came next. Lifting me up over his shoulder, his hand grabbed my ass, caressing it, as he walked away from the boulder. I tried to look over my shoulder but lost all thought ability when his finger stroked lightly between my ass cheeks. I moaned and wiggled. When he stopped, he slowly lowered me, letting me slide down his body. Turning me around, he leaned me against a tree. As he pushed my legs apart, his hands roughly cupping my pussy as he moved me, he said in my ear, “I’m gonna fuck you hard, and I wish I didn’t have to, but I know I need to put on one of these.” I moaned in bliss that he had a condom, and that he had planned to fuck me and brought one. Well, maybe more than one? Sure, I had one in the breast pocket of my jacket, but so hot to use his. I gripped the tree harder.
Henry’s fingers moved between my legs. The tip of his finger pressed against my clit, making me moan and push back against him. I felt the tip of his now condom clad cock on my ass and wanted him in me. Wrapping one arm around my waist, Henry held me as he used his other hand to guide the tip of his massive cock between my pussy lips. I moaned as he spread me, opening my lips. My pussy sucked him in, wrapping itself around his thick cock. Henry moaned in my ear, telling me how tight my pussy was around his cock, how good it felt sliding inside me. With each thrust, he pushed his cock deeper inside me. Slowly, Henry drove his thick cock inside me and then pulled slowly back out, until just the tip of his cock was still pressed between my lips. He’d stop, waiting, holding me so I couldn’t move back against him, then he’d ram his cock back inside me. I was clutching the tree, begging him to fuck me harder. Each time I begged, Henry would move slower.
Henry’s cock throbbed inside me as he fucked me slowly. His free hand reached around me and grabbed my swinging tit. His fingers pulled on my nipple, tugging and twisting. His cock moved inside me, in and out, back and forth. I was moaning, begging. Henry whispered in my ear how he couldn’t wait to fuck me hard. How he wanted to bang my pussy with his cock. I begged him to do it, to fuck me hard and fast. My pussy was pulsing around his dick, pulling it deeper inside me. Henry stopped, his cock buried deeply in me. His hand reached down under my left thigh. Tilting me slightly, he lifted my leg up, stretching me wider. Holding my leg up, his cock slid at an angle in my pussy, making me feel like he was ten times bigger than he was. I moaned “just fuck me like a ranch slut already” and Henry began hammering his cock into me.
With each thrust of his cock, burying himself in my tight pussy, he grunted and I moaned. His dick felt so thick, so long and so fucking huge. I was creaming for him to fuck me harder. Henry rammed his cock harder and harder into my tight hole, his balls slamming against me with each push. His hand was tugging on my tit, pulling it, holding it still as my body bounced back and forth. His cock was amazing. I felt my pussy tighten, my body shivered and I came hard. Moaning, I pushed back against him, clenching my muscles down around his dick. Henry groaned and rammed harder into me.
Easing my leg down, Henry pushed my thighs together and lifted me with his arms. His cock was still buried deep inside my pussy. Turning around, he leaned back against the tree, bracing himself. His arms raised and lowered me on his cock. Being fucked this way was incredible. His cock filled me, drilling up inside me. My pussy was one giant orgasm, one spasm after another, as his cock fucked me over and over again. He grunted, slammed his cock deep inside me and then he moaned his own orgasm. Lifting me off, he set me down. I immediately turned and took his condom off while he was still spewing and took that cock in my mouth, sucking every last drop. Henry’s hands pushed my head onto his dick as he drilled my throat. I swallowed, drinking down his creamy cum. Licking his cock, I nibbled on the tip before I stood.
Henry grabbed me, pulling me to him. His mouth came down on mine, kissing me hard. His tongue slipped between my lips and I moaned. He wasn’t put off by the remnants of his seed in my mouth. His hands massaged my sensitive tits and his mouth kissed my neck. Letting me go, he went to get the blanket from the boulder. Laying it under the tree, we laid down in nothing but our boots. He told me he’d approached his Uncle and told Redford how much he wanted to fuck me, and that his Uncle told him that in the years since he and I have had our regular trysts, Redford’s ability had aged and he wanted Henry to fulfill my sexual needs like I deserved.
“Give her the works, Henry, she’d closer to your age than mine, but just remember boy, no secrets on the ranch, she’s going to tell me everything that goes on to get me going later on, that’s the deal for you fucking my sweet Dolly. She’ll like you, Henry. Just like the wife of the last ranch you worked at liked you. And his daughter. Lucky for you I was facing up to losing some steam right about when you got fired over there.”
I laughed at that story from Henry, and then he started to go down on me again but I had to beg him that I was still so sensitive from what he’d done to me.
“Tomorrow, then,” he said.
“Yes,” I replied with a smile. The same smile I wore after supper that evening when I mounted Redford and told him everything his nephew and I had done. I thanked Redford for his gift of Henry.
“The gift that keeps giving, darling. Matter of fact, Dolly, the next couple months I’ve got some busy times back home in Maryland, but maybe I could have the Gulfstream just bring you out here so my ranch manager doesn’t quit and go looking for another ranch so he can fuck that ranch owner’s woman. He’s not only my nephew, he’s a helluva ranch manager when he keeps his pants on.”
I smiled and told Redford I accepted his offer. And just before I took Redford’s condom wrapped, well lubricated cock into my waiting, lubricated ass, I told him, “Henry’s pretty damn awesome when he takes his pants OFF, too.”
Mmmm, I love cowboys.
THE END
Purely fictional fantasy for your reading pleasure!