Adventure Across Texas: An Erotic Adventures Book

by T. S. Hill

  We held that kiss for at least a minute, maybe two, our tongues wrestling in a sensual mating dance of their own. She kept hugging my neck, and I moved my hands from her waist up her back, so that my arms could encircle her and pull her even closer into me. My right hand slipped down to her warm ass, and I gave that firm cheek, a tight squeeze. When our kiss gradually broke, we were both looking dreamily into each other’s eyes.

  “I get lost in your eyes.”, I whispered to her.

  “I want you cowboy.”, she whispered back. I realized that I was holding her so tight that I had lifted her off of the barn floor. I eased her back down to her feet.

  “You wana slip back up into the hay loft?”, I ventured.

  “Uh uh.”, she whispered back, shaking her head no, while still staring into my eyes.

  Still whispering, I asked, “What do you want to do then?”

  “Come with me.”, she whispered, placing a finger on my lips, indicating her desire for me to keep quiet. She took my hand, picking up the flashlight from the work bench as we passed, and led me past the old truck and Mustang, toward the rear of the barn. Near the very back and right side of the barn, just opposite of the room where the chests were, she stopped.

  “Look what I found cowboy.”, she whispered as she pushed on the door. A warm yellow light glowed on the other side of the door. As it swung open, I could see two old glowing kerosene lanterns hanging, on each of the two massive wood pillars that held up the loft above the room. In the center of the room was an extra-long saddle rack, with two English saddles on it, facing each other.

  The floor was thickly covered in hay straw. The dark barn walls didn’t seem to reflect much of the lantern light, so the room felt like it was much larger than it was. It was a simple set up of just the hay straw floor, two pillars, two glowing lanterns, the saddle rack with two saddles, and me and Lori. “What..how..”, I started.

  “Shuuuu.”, Lori said with pursed lips. Touching her index finger once again to my lips, she stepped back turning off the flashlight, and set it on the straw. As she straightened up she began to slowly unbutton her dress in a sensual manner, while staring into my eyes. When she had finished, the dress draped open down the middle.

  I wanted so bad to rip it away from her, that I could hardly control myself, and could feel my erection cramping against the fabric of my second handed jeans. She turned and walked over to the saddle rack and bent over, tightening the cinch beneath the rack, for first one saddle, then the other.

  Placing her booted foot in the stirrup of the first saddle, she looked back at me, grinned and winked, then swung herself up into the saddle. She sat erect in the saddle, staring down at me. As the golden lantern light danced in her golden curls, and the reflection of the flickering flames, danced in her gold flecked hazel eyes, she looked like a mythical Greek goddess, riding high in the saddle.

  She reached up to her shoulders with both hands, and dramatically threw the dress off her shoulders, and it fell behind her draping the saddle rack. She took a deep breath, and mesmerized, I watched her firm, perfectly formed breasts rise and fall. Standing there dumbfounded, I took in her beauty from head to toe. The vision of her sitting in that saddle, totally naked, except for her cowboy boots, was burning into my memory, just as the wild dive she had done in the loft this morning had.

  “Take your clothes off cowboy”, she commanded in a low, quiet, sultry voice that dripped of honey. I immediately began to oblige.

  When I was completely stripped, with my cock fully engorged and starting to throb, I stood erect and looked at her as if asking for my next directive.

  She spoke to me again in the same low, honey sultry, voice, “Put your boots on cowboy. You’re going to need them.” When I had them on, I looked up. She was pointing a finger at me and then curled it up repeatedly, signaling for me to come to her.

  As I approached the saddle rack, she reached over, and patted the seat of the other saddle. She huskily whispered to me, “Climb right up here”. I put a boot in the stirrup and swung up into the saddle opposite of and facing her.

  As I slid my other boot into the opposite stirrup, she leaned over to me, and staring directly into my eyes, raspily whispered, “I’m going to ride you cowboy, like you’ve never been ridden before!”

  And with that, she violently thrust her mouth on mine, and threw her arms around my neck. As our tongues met, my arms went around her, my right arm high, under her left, and my left, low, and around her waist. At that moment, our passion unleashed. Lori began moaning immediately, and then pulled her right hand from around my neck and reached for my rigid cock. Her hand began lightly, and slowly, trailing her finger nails up and down my cock, driving me wild.

  As I groaned a low growl, she broke the kiss and spoke in my ear, “I want your dick, cowboy!” Her hot breath in my ear turned me on even more.

  “Oh, you can have it baby! You can have it now! You can have it all!”, I grunted.

  “I want your dick in my mouth you cowboy bastard!”, she panted into my ear, “I want your whole dick in my mouth! I want it all in my mouth! I want to swallow your dick! I want to feel it in my throat!”

  “Oh yeah, sweetheart!”, I growled, “I want you to swallow my throbbing cock!”

  She leaned back and looked into my eyes, with a sultry look, her pupils dilated and nostrils flaring. “I want you to call me by my special name,”, she moaned. Then with a fiery voice, she said, “Call me cock sucking little bitch! When I’m swallowing your dick and sucking it, I want you to call me cock, sucking, little, bitch!” Then grabbing my cock and giving it a hard jerk, she shouted, “You got that you cowboy bastard?”

  With my left arm, I gripped the hair on the back of her head, and gritted my teeth. “Oh yeah!”, I growled back at her, “I got you!”

  She leaned back, and reached with her left arm for something behind herself, and brought her arm around with a riding crop in her hand. “You’re going to need this too!”, she said, with her voice sounding like a cycle blade slashing through brush, “You’re going to need to whip my ass, to make me perform proper!”

  Then thrusting the crop at me, she screamed at the top of her voice, “Take it you cowboy bastard! Whip your cock sucking little bitch! Make me swallow your dick! Make me swallow your giant throbbing dick! Whip me!”

  I took the crop in my right hand and smacked her ass hard enough to make a loud pop that actually shocked me a bit. I thought it may have been too hard, but she shouted at me again, “Whip me you cowboy bastard! Whip me!”

  “Why, you cock sucking little bitch!”, I yelled at her, and landed an even harder slap across her ass with the crop.

  “Oh yeah!”, she cried out, “I’m your cock sucking little bitch alright!” I switched the crop to the other hand and whacked her with a new vigor.

  She whimpered at the pain, and then I yelled at her again, “I want you to suck my cock, you cock sucking little bitch! I want you to swallow my whole cock!”, then I got a bit carried away and really laid down a hard one across her right buttocks that made a hell of a loud pop.

  She cried out and then moaned, “I want to suck your dick mister cowboy bastard. I want to swallow it and feel it in my throat. Please mister cowboy bastard, let me suck your big dick.” I pressed down against the stirrups and thrust my cock up and forward.

  “Suck it you cock sucking little bitch! Suck it now!” She didn’t move. I switched the crop back to my right hand and grabbed the blonde curls on the back of her head, then forced her head forward until my cock was pressed against her mouth. This time I growled threateningly at her, “You are a cock sucking little bitch, and you will swallow my cock!”, followed by a really hard smack of the crop across her left buttocks that made her whole body tighten and cringe.

  This time she opened her mouth wide, but made no effort to engage my cock. I adjusted my stance, and pulled at her hair repositioning her head, and then plunged my bouncing cock into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She immediately clos
ed her mouth around my full manhood, and began swirling her tongue madly about it. This initial contact felt so damn good that I was afraid that I would cum right then. To distract myself, as much as to encourage her, I gave her another really hard whack to each ass cheek, then roared at her, “Cock sucking little bitch! Suck my cock! Swallow my manhood!”

  She tilted her head back and then lunged her body forward taking my cock into her mouth up to the hilt. She shook her head left and right and then slid her body back again. This felt like nothing I ‘d ever had on my cock before. Then, she repeated the process, only this time, tossing her head up and down, while my cock was in her throat. Then, after retreating once more, she plunged her throat down the whole length of my shaft, while rolling her head in all directions. I thought I would lose my mind. There couldn’t be anything else that felt this great on a man’s cock.

  At length, she pulled her mouth up and off of the length of my shaft, taking a huge gasping breath. She had tears streaming down from her eyes, and she was continuing to take deep, panting, breaths. Saliva was drooling off of her lower lip.

  “Please mister cowboy bastard, let me ride your big dick.”, she begged. “Please don’t whip me anymore, mister cowboy bastard.”, she moaned. “Please let me ride your big dick with my pussy-cunt. I’ll ride you good, mister cowboy bastard.”, she continued to beg. “I’ll make you cum good!”, she added. I couldn’t take any more. I wanted her so badly that I thought my cock was going to explode, and I didn’t want to hurt her anymore, whether she enjoyed being hurt or not.

  “You cock sucking little bitch!”, I snapped at her. “Get on my cock and ride it! Get on it now!”

  “Yes, mister cowboy bastard!” She answered enthusiastically, but meekly. Then scooting back a little, she threw a leg over the saddle and spun to the side, throwing her other leg back over the saddle.

  She was now turned away from me, straddling the saddle once again. She continued talking as she began fiddling with the stirrup strap on the right side, “I’m going to slide my wet, pussy-cunt down on your big, throbbing, dick, mister cowboy bastard, and ride you like you’ve never been ridden before. I’m going to make you cum like you never have before.” I could see that she was shortening the stirrup straps to raise the stirrups, that would give her leverage to raise and lower herself on to my iron hard cock.

  I could also see the angry red whelps across both of her ample ass cheeks. It pained me to see how much pain I had administered to her, but as she leaned forward, now adjusting the second stirrup, I could also see her vaginal juices flowing from between her beautiful pussy lips. At that point, I knew for sure, that her immense pain, was also her immense pleasure. She continued her hot, sexy, banter.

  “I’m going to ride your big dick, until I milk all of the cum out! Oh yeah! Then, I want to wash your dick in my mouth, with my tongue. I want to get all of your cum, and my pussy-cunt juice, inside me, so I can savor it and love it.”

  By now she had finished adjusting her stirrups, and began to rise to a crouching position. She reached back between her legs with her right hand, and grasped the base of my cock. My cock responded to her touch with a hardening throb.

  “Please, mister cowboy bastard,”, she begged, “help me guide your big cock into my pussy-cunt.” I grabbed my cock with my right hand and steadied her back with my left, as she eased her dripping pussy lips down over the pulsing head of my cock. Then, I let go, and she possessed my cock. From that moment on, that wild woman had complete control of my cock, and she rode it, like it had never been ridden before!

  She moaned at me, “Lean back mister cowboy bastard, I want all of your big, hot, throbbing, cock in me!” I leaned back and raised my hips at which point, she slid her warm pussy all the way to the base of my cock. As she began wiggling her ass around, and slightly moving up and down, I could feel the tip of my cock’s head tickling against the cervix wall of her vagina. The juices between my cock and her pussy lips started making little kissing and sucking sounds.

  “Do you hear what you do to me?”, she moaned, “Do you hear my pussy-cunt kissing your dick?” I could only answer with a gruff growl. She began using her legs to move her pussy up and down the length of my shaft. As she established a slow steady rhythm, that was already driving me wild wanting more, she began to snap her ass in a booty pop. If that feeling wasn’t enough, just the sight of her cherry red, splotched ass, in action on my cock, was enough to make a man cum.

  I grabbed her golden curls that were hanging across her shoulders, and pulled her head back until I could see down her face.

  “Finger your pussy! You cock sucking little bitch!”, I commanded, “Use your fingers! Rub your clit! Make yourself cum!”, I forcefully shouted at her. She moved both hands off of her knees where she had used them to steady her squat on my still pulsating cock, and moved them both between her legs. As she spread her legs further, I could feel her fluttering finger tips bumping the bottom of my cock, with each thrust we made against each other.

  “Grab my tits!”, she suddenly screamed out, and I reached around her with both hands, grabbing a tit in each hand. “Pinch my nipples, you cowboy bastard!”, she angrily snarled. I pinched down on them, between my thumbs and forefingers. “Pinch my fucking nipples, hard you bastard!”, she screamed, picking up the pace of her bucking on my throbbing stalk.

  I grabbed a nipple and areola in each fist, and squeezed like I was trying to squeeze the last drops of juice from a pair of grapefruit. She let out a blood curdling scream, and I felt the lining of her pussy clamp tight around the full length of my cock. I was about to cum too, and didn’t loosen the iron grip that I had on her breasts.

  She began shaking her head back and forth violently, as she wildly bucked on my cock, screaming out, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me now! Ohhhhh!” I felt the first surge of my cum build to the point of bursting, and then when it released, every nerve in my body fired off waves of pleasure.

  As her pussy clamped even tighter around my cock, I stood in my stirrups, and felt her body stiffen as I sunk my wholeness as deep into her hotness as it would go. We froze in the air, and a growl came from deep within my throat. The muscles in her pussy squeezed and milked at my cock, and surge after surge of hot cum spurted into her.

  We must have stayed frozen in this pose for twenty seconds, and then almost as though on cue, as the last spurts of my cum flowed into her depths, we both collapsed, face down together on the saddles. It’s hard to conceive that two people could sleep in that position, elevated across two English saddles, on a saddle rack, but we did.

  I don’t know which one of us stirred first, or if we just stirred simultaneously, but eventually be both simultaneously began to try to untangle our bodies and get down from the saddle rack. It was kind of like trying to solve a puzzle at first. I think our minds both had a little fuck hangover. I’d never heard of a fuck hangover, but in thinking back, that’s exactly what it was.

  Eventually, I climbed off the back of the saddle rack, and then after Lori had swung her right leg across, I lowered her gently, to plant her beautiful feet on the barn floor. Afterwards, I held her in my arms for a few minutes, and kissed her with a sweet, tender, kiss. She returned my kiss in the same manner, lightly stroking my back with her fingers.

  As she turned around to retrieve her dress, I saw the redness of her taut ass, and whistled. “You’re going to have a hard time sitting in the truck with that red ass.”, I mused.

  “Oh” she said, reaching to a shelf along the wall, “I also found this in here.” She turned showing me a large white jar. The label read, “Hanson’s Udder Cream”.

  “You gonna put that on your tits?”, I queried.

  “No cowboy! It’s used on cow teats, and it’s just like heavy duty hand lotion. Lots of farmers and their wives use it themselves, as well as on cracked or sore cow udders and teats. Take this jar and put some on my ass, if you don’t mind?”

  “Sure!”, I replied and started unscrewing the jar lid. She tu
rned and struck a cute pose with her ample tanned and red ass thrust out. “You know,”, I continued the conversation, “I don’t think that I will ever hear you call me cowboy, and think about it in quiet the same way, ever again. You’ve changed that forever!”

  “In a good way, or a bad way?”, she asked.

  “In a good way!”, I responded, as I touched the first of the udder cream to her inflamed ass skin.

  “Oh!”, she gasped, “Easy!”

  “In a very good way, I think.”, I added and continued to gently daub the white cream over the reddened areas. “You like it kinda rough, don’t you.?”, I commented, not really questioning her.

  “Sometimes.”, she slowly answered. And sometimes I like it tender, sweet, and romantic. But that’s with some one that I really care about, and share my heart with.”

  “Had any of that lately?”, I questioned further. I could see her body stiffen and her butt cheeks drawing up.

  “Look cowboy, let’s not let this get too fucking personal, okay?”, she snapped.

  “I’m sorry,” I answered calmly and flatly. “I didn’t mean any harm or to pry. I was just wondering if I had a chance with you or not.” I had finished daubing the udder cream on her ass cheeks and she stood straight again and turned to face me.

  Looking me in the eyes, she asked, “What do you think cowboy?”

  I took a second, and then replied, measuring my words, “Since it’s you Mam, I’m just not sure.”

  “Good!”, she quipped back. Then as she turned around, and bent to pick up her dress, she finished the sentence, “I’ve got you just where I want you.” I grabbed her left arm and spun her around.

  “Look! Lori! Or, whatever your name is!” I spoke with command, and determination, in my voice, “I’m about to be totally honest with you, and I expect you to be totally honest with me. I’ve been attracted, and turned on by you, since I first laid eyes on you, and the more I’m around you, the more I find myself falling for you. I think I’m falling for you hard. Hell!”, I continued, “I know I’m falling for you hard. Now, I’m asking you a simple question, and I don’t want a question for an answer!” I lowered my voice and calmly asked her, “Do I seriously have a chance with you?”