by T. S. Hill
This whole trip had been a high risk, cat and mouse, game. A game that would either see me cleared, dead, or worse, in prison, and see the Dixie Mafia kingpins of New Orleans, either incarcerated, dead, or free to do their evil will. I had been shot at, run off of bridges, beaten so badly as to be hospitalized, gone through tens of thousands of dollars, had friends back stab me, and had most of what I held dear challenged.
But, from the gravel parking lot of that country store, squarely in the middle of nowhere and just east of Amarillo, until now, I had lived. I had been angry, scared, sad, happy, as sexually high as any man can get, and had embraced about every other emotion that is on the human emotional smorgasbord, and it all had made me the happiest that I had been in my life. I knew what the key to all of that was too. I just didn’t know what I was going to do about her. Yep. I was in deep shit! And, loving every minute of it.
I made it back to the stew pot with the wheel barrow full of tools and lights. I had also brought back the lanterns, since Lori’s statement about their romantic nature definitely had caught in my little, man brain’s ear. And, I brought a small stick of fresh looking lumber that I had picked up just inside of the barn door. It was about one inch by two, and then was about two and a half feet long. I stopped by the shower at the water tank and washed it up really good with soap. Additionally, I brought a half bale of hay, along with the blanket from the emergency road kit.
I explained to Lori that I had brought the stick for her to use, instead of cooking her arm, while stirring the stew pot. She kissed me for that. When I spread out the half bale of hay and then unfurled the blanket over it, motioning for her to come sit, she clapped her hands together like she was praying and acted all mushy about it.
“Somebody’s going to get desert tonight!”, she had said. I didn’t reply back, or ask any questions, but that comment definitely got my attention. I was surprised that she could sit down, given the damage that her ass had caught earlier. I had felt bad about it, but she had seemed to enjoy it all so much when it was happening, and she hadn’t complained once since. So, I figured, if I could make her ass a little more comfortable, then I should.
As it worked out, I set up the lanterns to dig by, and Lori used the flashlight, only turning it on periodically to check the stew that she spent more time stirring than not. When I had filled the wheelbarrow with yams, which Lori said was about two bushels, I pushed them into the barn and emptied them into baskets that I had found hanging overhead in what I called the junk room. I had figured that about four of the bushel baskets, would be all that would fit behind the crates of canning jars, that Lori had packed in the bed of the truck.
When I returned to Lori and the fire, she told me that the stew should be done about the time that I finished digging and loading the next wheelbarrow load.
“That works out great.”, I told her, “Because, this digging is working up an appetite for me.” When I did off load the second, and final, wheelbarrow full of yams to the baskets, I retrieved the bowls and spoons that we had used earlier, and that Lori had already washed up. Then, I stopped by the shower and washed my face and hands.
“If that girl keeps calling me cowboy, I’m likely to become one!”, I said out loud as I was leaving the shower and headed to dinner behind the barn.
I had loaded all four baskets of the sweet potatoes, or yams, into the back of the truck, and secured them. I wanted to be ready to roll out tomorrow morning, without much delay. Losing a day laying low had been nice, really nice with Lori, but I had an agenda to complete, and I didn’t feel I should delay it any longer.
Lori served up the stew, and we sat on the hay padded blanket, while we lazily stirred our bowls and waited for it to cool enough to eat. When we did eat, we really ate.
The stew was outstanding, and the meal was mostly silent except for grunts, and moans coming from both of us as we stuffed ourselves. After we had finished eating, the fire had died back to low dancing flames, over glowing embers, and I realized that I had consumed three bowls of the delicious stew, and Lori two.
We sat quietly next to each other for a while, then I spoke, “I never knew that a homemade stew could be such an absolutely delicious meal.”, I commented to Lori, “You did a fantastic job with that! It was awesomely delicious!”
She lowered her head and quietly commented back to me, “I never knew that a man could do such a fantastic job of being a man, that he could make a woman really know what it’s like, to really be a woman.”
“Damn it girl, if you don’t top me every time.”, I replied jovially.
“I’m sorry.”, she said, and she sounded sorrowful.
“No, Lori!”, I jumped back in. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. You challenge me.”, I replied quietly, “You motivate me to rise to, or at least meet, or go above, whatever the situation, circumstance, or challenge is. You’re good for me!”
“You’re good for me too.”, she meekly replied, “and good to me.”
“Hmm”, I sort of chuckled, because she had just one upped me again.
“What?”, she asked.
“Nothing.”, I quietly replied. “I’m sorry about your sore ass.”, I said changing the subject.
“Don’t be.”, she said simply, “I enjoyed it, and now I’m paying a little price for my pleasure. Then she continued, “It’s no big deal. Really, don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry.”
“Alright then.”, I replied quietly, and put my arm around her. We sat there for a while until the flickering flames above the glowing embers receded, and there was nothing left of the fire but faint glowing embers.
“Want me to stir the embers and renew the fire a bit?”, I asked her, breaking the silence.
“How about we stir our embers, and renew the fire we had earlier today?”, she answered, in a sultry, sexy voice, as she turned to face me, pushing my chest with her right hand while pressing back and downward. “Are you ready for your desert?”, she practically moaned.
I pulled the forty-fives out. Since Lori was on my right, I laid them on the blanket to my left, then I eased down until I was laying with my back against the blanket. Propping herself up in a half laying, half sitting position, she used her free hand to slowly unbutton my shirt. Then she unbuckled my belt, unsnapped the top of my used jeans, and tugged my shirt tail out.
Leaning over me, she lay her head sideways on the near side of my chest, while gently stroking the other side with the tips of her fingers. Running her fingers through the black hair of my chest, she began kissing my right nipple and softly moaning. “Stan baby?”, she moaned.
“Yes?”, I answered gasping as she dipped her finger nails down my abdomen. “I have a confession.”, she cooed.
“What is it?”, I asked. But, she remained silent. “C’mon, you can tell me anything.”, I softly coaxed her.
She softly began in a teasing, whining tone, “My ass and pussy-cunt are just too sore for you to do me tonight,”.
“I’m sorry Lori,”, I began, but she cut me off by placing a finger on my lips.
“I told you,”, she whispered, “don’t ever be sorry. I’m not.” I sighed and relaxed my body. “So,” she continued, “tonight, if it’s okay with you, I’m just going to do you, and I want you to just lay back and enjoy it.”
“That will be wonderful Lori, I softly responded, “but, you don’t have to. I’m enjoying being here with you like this.
“But, I want to, Stan, so let me, please?”, she flirted in a sexy, girly, voice.
“I want you to do what makes you happy Lori.”, I told her in my gentlest voice.
She immediately replied sexily, “You, make me happy Stan, so I want to do you.”
With that, she began kissing across my chest and ran her right hand down to massage my already hard cock, through the blue jean denim. Groaning, I put my right hand on her back and reached for the front of her blouse with my left.
“No, no!”, she cooed, sitting up and grasping both of my wrists in her hands. “You let
me do this.”, she cooed, “I’m cooking this up for you, and I do the cooking remember?”
“Well, I’ve already experienced the rewards of not interfering with your cooking.”, I replied, as I let her direct my arms and hands to either side of my head. She sat up, and began to slowly unbutton her dress. After having only opened the top three buttons, she pulled the dress over her head like removing a tee shirt. After casting it aside, she raised her arms and ran her hands through her hair in an upward motion.
Her face framed by her golden curls, glowed in the lantern light, and the dress material, as she had pulled it over her head, had teased her nipples to stand erect. The warm undulating light from the glowing coals, made the pink of her areola and nipples glow red. The light literally danced on her, caressing her tanned skin. Against the black background of the night sky, she was the vision of a goddess.
“I hope the smoke from the fire keeps the mosquitoes away”, she said in a slow, sultry, playful drawl, “because, I’m still not wearing any.” She smiled and winked at me, and then rose to her knees. “Now, cowboy, I want you to keep your hands to yourself.”, she moaned playfully, “Actually, I want you to keep your hands to the blanket.”, she added, “because, I want yourself, for myself!” She leaned forward, arching her back, her breasts thrust out above me, then she slowly lowered herself until her right nipple was dangling against my lips.
“I only asked you to keep your hands off me, Stan.”, she teased. She needn’t say more. I hungrily sucked her ruby nipple into my mouth, caressing its sweetness with my tongue. She gasped a deep breath, and then let out a sensual moan. A minute later, my lips popped together in a loud smack, as she pulled her breast back.
Gripping under her left breast with her right hand, she squeezed it in such a way as to push her areola and nipple forward. Then, she leaned forward again, plunging them into my open mouth. Sucking and licking it even harder than I did the right breast. I listened to her moaning in several tones.
“Mmmm, ooouuuu, ahhhhh,”, she cooed. Her seductive siren’s song, played its magic on my senses.
She released her breast, leaving it in my mouth, and began slowly moving her fingers over my chest. With each passing horizontal stroke, her hand moved lower, snaking its way down my chest, and across my abdomen.
As she stroked lower, and continued with her arousing moans, my stomach muscles began to flinch, and twitch, under her enticing touch, and seductive sounds. Her finger nails trailed lower until they met resistance against my loosened jeans.
At that point, I gasped at the pleasure her touch was giving me, and she pulled her breast from my mouth. As she rose to her knees again, I admired her beautiful breasts yet again. Turning, she began tugging at my jeans, in the dim light of the lanterns and glowing coals, I could see her nipples and areola glistening from the wetness of my mouth. My eyes never grew tired of feasting on her sumptuous body.
My erection was proving to be an obstacle to Lori pushing my jeans down, so arching my back, I raised my hips off the blanket. She tugged on the jeans, but they hung on my hard cock again.
“Easy! “, I cautioned her.
She giggled and said, “I got this cowboy!” Then, turning further facing toward my jeans, she pulled the fly open with both hands, and slid her open left hand down into the snug garment. Her hand felt warm, as her talented fingers gently wrapped around my cock, which promptly began throbbing wildly in her grasp. Slowly, she coaxed it around to the left side of the jeans and then upward, until it was exposed above the bottom of the zipper. Leaning forward, she pushed my jeans below my knees, her wonderful breasts encircling my standing manhood.
“Oh wow!”, I moaned. As she leaned back, from stretching to push my jeans down, I got a view of the angry red splotches that I had planted across her ass. Now that she had framed her point of view on that kind of pain for me, I didn’t feel so guilty while looking at them, and found, that actually gazing at her smooth tanned cheeks, with the raised red whelps, was quiet a turn on. They reminded me of the deep throes of passion that we were under when I planted them.
As she adjusted her position, her legs momentarily parted, while she was in just the right angle for me to view her glistening pussy. I could see the lantern light reflecting on the inside of her right thigh also, telling me that her juices were flowing in response to her own arousal. In reminiscing about this interlude, I think she planned that pose for my benefit, and of course, as usual, she was turned on by offering it.
She turned back toward me and crawled to my head. She placed her right hand on my chest again and with her forefinger, began circling my left nipple as she lowered her mouth against mine. She kissed me gently, with a sweet slow movement of her tongue, then slowly and lightly nibbled at my lower lip. I already sensed that this was going to be a different kind of love making from either of our two previous sessions.
The first session was just totally mad, crazy, hot sex, that served to release the pent-up passion that we’d been holding for each other. The second interlude was rough, and violent, with some crazy role playing, where she as my “cock sucking little bitch, was in a sub role, with me the dom, as her cowboy bastard, all the while she directed the action. She had been the cook in that situation all right. It was all her recipe. Now, she was cooking this situation according to an all different recipe of her own.
Lori gently broke our kiss and covered my face in sweet, gentle, lip kisses. As she worked her way down and around my neck, she placed both hands on my chest, and began caressing me in an easy and almost dainty manner.
With her mouth alternating between licks and kisses, she worked her way down to my chest, and moved her hands lower and around to my sides, where she continued the same soothing caresses. It was there that she began talking between licks and kisses.
“Cowboy?”, she called to me sweetly.
“Mmmm.”, I moaned to her in response.
“Do you remember this afternoon when we were on the saddles?”
“Umhuuum!”, I moaned back.
“Do you remember,”, she continued, “me telling you that I wanted to wash your dick in my mouth with my tongue?”
“Umhuuum.”, I moaned again.
Then between her kisses and licks, she said, “And, that I wanted to get all of your cum, and my pussy-cunt juice, inside me, so I can savor it and love it?”
“Yeah.”, I managed to groan.
Then after planting more kisses and licks just below my navel she asked me, “You didn’t get that fulfilled, though did you?”
“Uh uh”, I moaned back at her. Her kisses and licks were getting lower and she was alternating them from left to right across my lowest abdomen and upper thighs, carefully avoiding touching my cock, which was fully engorged and involuntarily jerking up and down.
My stomach and lower abdominal muscles were tensed and twitching with each contact that her tongue and lips made, as were my tensed thigh muscles. My back arched and my hips thrust upward, seeking some kind of contact for my yearning cock.
“Well,”, she whispered in her huskiest sensual tone, “now you’re going to get it.” With that, she planted her tongue at the base of my cock, just over the loose skin of my ball sack, and gave my tingling cock a, hard and slow, single lick upward. At the end of the lick, she rolled her tongue around the whole of my cock head. As the shudder of pleasure, that passed through my whole body, subsided, I looked up to see her on her feet and straddling me.
Once again there was orchestra type lighting for her perfect form, just not as bright from the lanterns, as the flashlight had been in the cellar. Only now, the fullness of her naked beauty wasn’t hidden under a dress. It was another vision of her that I would keep and cherish in my memory, forever.
“Hold still cowboy,”, she softly told me, “and don’t let this go to your head.” Then winking at me, she spread her lean beautiful tanned legs, bending them both at the knees, and then began, ever so slowly, lowering her pussy toward my cock, which was still throbbing and involunt
arily bouncing. Looking into my eyes, she slowly raised her hands to her golden hair again, and ran her fingers upward in a seductive manner.
She began to faintly undulate her torso, which made her fabulous breasts sway with a rhythm to music that only played in our heads. Gradually, she increased the extent of her undulation, giving me a, one of a kind, once in a lifetime, show. Her inviting pussy, crept toward my uplifted cock agonizingly slow. I could hardly keep my hands pinned back against the blanket, but continued to comply with her direction to do so.
Watching her slow dance, with her passion on display, was both pleasure and agony. It was so painful, because I wanted her so badly. But also, because I wanted her so badly, it was so very pleasurable. I finally, with some insight, partially understood her attraction to painful sex play.
The seductive and sensual look, in her eyes and on her face, was indescribable. Everything about her appearance, her movement, her expressions, her personality that oozed sensuality, was the sexiest turn on that I could imagine.
Her body was so fluid that it was as though she were melting and about to pour on to me. She was so hot, that nothing could compare to her. If there was a nirvana, I had found it. Or rather, she had brought it to me.
People are fond of saying, that it’s not what you’ve got that counts, but what you do with it. Lori abundantly proved, it was what she had, what she did with it, and how she did it, that put her stacks above any other women.
Finally, the juicy wet lips of her pussy touched the head of my cock, and as she swayed and undulated, she was now using those wet lips to play, and toy, with my cock. After a few minutes, those lips worked down over my cock’s head and she continued to sway and move, her pussy lips pulling my cock forward and back, side to side, around in circles, and in figure eights.