"Oooh." Erica laughed playfully. "I want to bury you in the sand, just a little." Her hand dug out a furrow by his shoulder, and Erica took his arm and placed it there. Digging through the dry sand to the wet beneath, she scooped out handfuls of wet, dense sand and packed them around his arm. Erica kissed him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she piled the cool, heavy sand over his arm, encasing him shoulder to wrist. Her left hand pushed away the sand beneath his other arm and Erica packed sand around that one too. "Don’t move them."
Erica crawled off Ben and moved down to his feet. She grasped one shoe and then the other, pulling them off. She traced one finger down the center of the sole of each foot before grabbing the tip of one sock and then the other, tugging each one free. She gripped the cuffs of his pant legs and tugged hard, pulling them down and off. Her fingers circled his ankle, lifting his foot, bringing it between her breasts and resting it there. She took the other and raised it to her lips, gently kissing the sole. He remained still, his eyes fixed on her face.
This was her chance. This was the time. She was empowered. He was her fantasy come to life. It was the perfect setting with the perfect man. She knew something of his sexual inclinations, and she was going to use every bit of that knowledge.
Pressing her tongue between his toes, Erica sucked on the pads of the underside. She scraped her teeth against the ball of his foot and then brought his foot to her breast brushing the arch against her nipple. She took the other foot again, one in each hand. Rubbing them against herself, she dragged the soles of his feet over the soft flesh of her breasts over and over.
Erica brought her feet around inside his thighs. She grazed her toes against Ben through the fabric of his underwear. Her toes wiggled against the straining hardness of his erection, and she probed inside the fly opening with her big toe. Her eyes were riveted on him and his struggle to restrain himself and keep his arms still. She bent down, licking the tips of his toes while she continued to rub his feet against herself.
She moved her own foot up his inner thigh and slipped her toes inside his boxers. The fabric bunched around her ankle as she pressed further inside until her toes touched his cock. She stroked her toes up and down, pressing his cock into the nook between. She could see the pleasure in his face and his toes dug into the soft flesh of her breasts. She was living her own fantasy, but she would fulfill his as well.
“I want to taste you. I want to take you into my mouth and make you come there." Erica pulled her foot free of his shorts and moved to her knees, close to him. She grasped the waistband of his underwear and pulled down. "Lift up a little." Ben complied, raising his hips off the sand while she slid his boxer shorts down over his legs. She leaned over him, kissing his stomach and pressing her chest into his groin. She moved her body lower, bringing her face closer to his cock. He smelled musky and male. She licked his thigh and rubbed her hands up and down the sides of his legs.
Erica smiled at Ben in the moonlight. “Shall I kiss you?” Without waiting for an answer, she pressed her lips to the tip of his shaft, licking just a little and nibbled her way down to the base. Her hands slid to his abdomen and rubbed in a circle over his muscles. Her hair brushed against him, silky strands touching him, tangling with his erection. He shivered in reaction, struggling against his instinct to move.
Erica moved closer and rubbed her cheek against the shaft and snaked out her tongue for a quick lick on the side as she inhaled deeply. “You smell so good.” She pressed her face between his legs and pushed her tongue against his soft sack, licking and rubbing Ben with her lips and his cock twitched against her cheek. She slid her tongue over his balls, wetting them. Grasping him with her hand, she brought his cock to her mouth and took him inside for a brief moment. She looked up into his face and winked. “You taste good too.” She flicked her tongue around and around and very gently rubbed her teeth against him. Her hands moved between his legs and she cupped his balls, caressing gently.
Taking Ben into her mouth again, Erica sucked harder stroking her tongue against the underside of the head. He was hard and hot between her lips. His cock throbbed against her tongue while she guided him in and out, again and again. She massaged the underside of the head of his cock with her lips and tongue and then took his cock back inside her mouth sucking deeply.
Erica put her hands under his ass pushing Ben toward her, loving how he felt going in and out of her mouth. She held her lips tight around him, caressing him with her tongue and sucking gently and then harder. Erica rubbed her tongue against him, bringing his cock deeper inside and increased the pressure, and then the friction. She kneaded his ass. A few grains of sand caught between her palm and his skin creating a rough abrasiveness. She let the fingers of one hand slide up and down the crack of his ass.
Erica saw the intense expression on his face in the moonlight. His body was shaking. “I don’t want you to come yet.”
“Erica….” His voice was thick and raw with desire.
She reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. She crawled up his body, kissing and nibbling, flicking her tongue over his nipples and then rubbing her cheek against his jaw.
"I want you. But first, I want you to make me come hard.” Erica straddled his face, pressing her wet slit against his mouth, the fabric of her skirt draped around him.
Erica moved herself against his mouth, pressing his lips against her clit and sliding down until he was right at her opening and he wiggled his tongue inside. Ben licked in little circles, swirling around and back up pressing against her clit.
“Oh please, yes.” Erica shook as her pussy heated up.
Blowing hot breath on her clit, Ben wrapped his lips around her sensitive flesh and sucked, biting softly, drawing it into his mouth.
Erica moaned softly. “Oh yesssss.” She pressed more firmly against his mouth, demanding more as she become increasingly aroused. He was sucking and licking her all over making her quiver against him. Sweet sensations welled up inside her as she rubbed herself harder against him, more urgently. Ben started humming, his lips buzzing against her clit as she ground her hot pussy against his face. She felt him slide his tongue into her wet, hot hole and she started to twitch against him. Her body burned. All her muscles in spasm, she contracted wildly inside, and she reached up to hold her breasts and pinch the nipples as her head fell back.
Just when Erica thought the sensations were subsiding, Ben blew inside, frantically licking his tongue around and around and pressing his whole face into her until she started coming again. She pressed against Ben hard as hot waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. She shook, her skin flushing, the lips of her pussy swelling and her breasts tightening.
Erica couldn't move for a moment. She gasped as the last of the incredible spasms drifted away. She stumbled to her feet and tore off her skirt. She knelt down in the sand and straddled his hips, rubbing herself against his cock. She moved up and down against him, making him slick with her wetness. She pressed her thumbs against his nipples, around and around and then squeezed a little.
Erica rose up over Ben and took his cock in her hand and rubbed her thumb over the head and held it between her legs. She pressed the tip of his cock around her vaginal opening. “Oh, I need you right now.” Bearing down on him, his throbbing cock filled her. She squeezed her pussy hard, pressing him deep inside and pulling back off. Moving him in and out, slow and steady, she closed her eyes and arched her back. She shifted against him, rocking a little and then sliding him out. She moved back down again holding him tightly while changing the angle so his cock hit her in just the right spot.
Erica drove deeper, increasing the friction. She started to twitch around him a little. Her legs trembled as she pressed him inside again and again, rubbing back and forth. Sliding up and all the way back down, pressing hard against him, she moved a little faster up and down and up and down. Pushing him deep and lifting off him, she held him tight within her and released.
Erica slowed her pace a
nd lay on his chest, her soft breasts flattening. She sank right into him, boneless. Her muscles twitched around his cock, rocking against him. She squeezed and released, fucking him over and over, clasping and then letting go. She snuggled against him, rubbing her cheek against him while she contracted tightly around him again and again.
Her mind was spinning in pure pleasure, and it didn’t take long for Erica her to feel her orgasm building within her. She squeezed herself around Ben hard, held a few seconds, released and then did it again, concentrating, focusing deep. She gasped a little with the effort, pushing herself hard against him.
She sat up on top of Ben again, arching her back as she pushed him deeply into her tight, wet pussy. She took a deep breath, gripping Ben with her vaginal muscles, feeling wonderfully stretched by him. She tightened around Ben and rose and fell just a little, not moving much but holding him, pressing into him. He lifted underneath her as waves of sheer pleasure radiated out from deep inside her.
Hot tingles swept over her catching her a little by surprise but Erica didn't resist, letting it wash over her in long, liquid waves of pleasure. One after the other, they kept coming: slow, deep, intense contractions. Rippling against Ben, reaching peak after peak, her whole body quivered, shook. She trembled against him, gasping, as her body spasmed over and over. She felt him then, heaving beneath her, straining as he spurted inside her.
Erica collapsed against him, stroking his chest and still twitching inside now and again. Slowly a relaxed and languid pleasure seeped into her body. Ben raised his arms up out of the sand wrapping them tight around her, pulling her tight until there wasn’t a millimeter of space between them. She laughed softly, sighing and gasping as Ben rubbed her back with slow gentle movements.
She buried her face in his neck and whispered, “That was so much better in person.”
From Malia Mallory
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The Horsebreaker
By Francis Ashe
The sun hung low on the horizon, finally, after the hardest day of work I’ve ever had. Orange light bathed the plateau where we’d been working with the horses all day for the past several weeks, and I just wanted to go home. Well, that would have been quite a trick really, since “home” was about four thousand miles away. I’m Frankie – a Miami girl who moved all the way the hell up here to Montana to go to college. I wanted to get as far away from my parents as I possibly could, and I certainly managed to do that. When I started at the University up here, I had high hopes. First, I’d get a degree in Creative Writing, then I’d go to graduate school, and before long I’d be the next Stephen King! As you might guess, things didn’t quite go as planned.
I finished my degree, but by the time I did I was good and ready to never see another classroom as long as I lived. Same for writing; I’d done enough of that to last me at least a lifetime. So, I decided to get a job on one of the many horse ranches that are within a few hours of the school. Apparently, lots of people have the same idea, so it took a while for me to find work, but eventually I did. I got hired on as an assistant horse breaker. This sounded incredibly cool and important when I got the offer, but what it really meant was that I spent a lot of time outside, in the sweltering sun, fetching water for Jackson, who was the rugged and gorgeous cowboy that did all the actual horse breaking.
He didn’t talk much. Actually, he barely talked at all. I’d spoken with the man so little that I wasn’t really sure whether “Jackson” was his first name or his last name. He answered to it though so that was good enough. Anyway, we were on the last horse of the contract and then it was time to head back to town. The way this all works is that someone will give the ranch a few horses that are causing problems, and we – or well, Jackson – breaks them, starts to train them, and when they’re ready, he gives them back to the owner. He’s some kind of a legend in the field, because people will bring horses from all over the country to him for this treatment.
It was about half-past five if I had to guess. He was just finishing up the last horse, and I was sitting on a fence post watching him work his magic. He really was something else; he’d let the horse run around for a few minutes, then as soon as it relaxed he’d walk up to it, put his hand to the thing’s nose and before you know it, he’d be saddling them. This last one was giving him a lot of trouble though. He had tried his normal tricks already but none of them seemed to do very much. This big, red-brown stallion with a black stripe down his face was a real bad customer. Jackson tried to rein him, tried just saddling him, tried backing up to him, and tried feeding him. Nothing worked at all. Or so I thought, anyway. It was all a put-on, turns out.
“Frankie,” he called out in a stoic, calm voice, “Come here a second.”
I wasn’t entirely sure I’d ever heard him say my name. It was a little exciting, for some reason. His voice matched his face and his body. He was sun-browned, taller than me and nothing but lean muscle. He had a kind face, gentle smile lines at the corners of his eyes, but he couldn’t have been more than forty. Light colored eyes that reflected the sky and short hair that were nearly always hidden under a cowboy hat topped him off. He had that quiet, calm, self-assured manner that I just always associated with “cowboy” in my mind. Right now, his shirt sleeves were rolled up above his elbows, and as he strained against the lasso he’d just tossed over this stallion, the muscles of his forearms tightened and bulged with the effort. I’d never spent much time looking at him before, but he was the whole package, I realized, and here I was, halfway up a mountain with him.
“I said come over here!” he called, and snapped me out of my brief daydream.
“Sure! Sorry!” I yelled back, trotting across the distance between us.
To be honest with you, I was more than a little scared of this horse. He was a big one – a really big one – and seemed to be pretty much wild when Jackson started with him. By this point, he was getting a little exhausted though, so he wasn’t kicking and thrashing around quite so much. That was a relief at least.
“Put your hand by his nose,” Jackson said when I got near, “he probably won’t bite.”
A little background on me, personally. I’m a giant baby. Whenever I think something is going to hurt me or be frightening, I’m far more likely to just run and hide than I am to face whatever is scary. This strong, stoic cowboy gave me some kind of odd confidence though. I had the feeling that as long as Jackson was around, that everything would be fine. I did it. I put my hand about an inch from this huge animal’s nose.
He snuffled.
Then he snuffled again.
Next thing I knew, the dark red stallion nuzzled my hand, and did that thing dogs do when they want you to rub them. You know, how they try to move your hand up on top of their head? That’s what this horse did.
“Go on,” the horse breaker said, “do it. He’s telling you what he wants you to do. Listen to him. Easy, easy… just rub him like he wants. They always tell you exactly what they need; you just have to listen to them.”
I did just as he said. I trembled a little at first, but when I started to rub the h
orse’s snout, he neighed, nuzzled me again and shuffled a little closer to me. As I stroked his nose, I looked over at Jackson who was smiling. I’m fairly sure it was the first time he made any kind of facial expression since I’d met him. It was warm, inviting, and filled me with contentment. That one gesture made me happier than anything most of my boyfriends had managed in years of dating. Funny how that works, isn’t it?
“Alright, good, now back up real easy,” Jackson said, “He’s relaxed. I’ll take him back to the trailer and then we can get out of here. You did it – you broke your first one. How does it feel?”
Before I could answer, he had already pushed the brim of his hat down against the rising wind and started back toward the horse trailer. I watched him urge this beautiful beast to the trailer – cords and muscles rising on his forearms and shoulders as he strained against its weight. This, I thought to myself, was a beautiful, remarkable man. I’d never met anyone like this. He wasn’t a whiny art student; he wasn’t some kind of politically agitating professor. Instead, he was just a strong, quiet cowboy. He was a cowboy that knew how to talk to horses.
“Frankie,” he said, coming back toward me, “I’ve got some news. It may be good, maybe bad, depending on how you look at it. Night’s coming on and I’m not sure enough of the wind up here to go back down the mountain when I can’t see. Not with that trailer anyway. We’re going to have to stay the night up here, if you don’t mind.”
If this was a college kid and we were in the city, I’d get irritated thinking he was just trying some lame trick to get into my pants. With Jackson, my first thought wasn’t of an obnoxious come on attempt, but of how direct and impressive he was. Thinking back, it could have been a come on for all I know, but I didn’t mind if it was.
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