�Oh, fuck you!� Chuck screamed. �Business is business, and when I have to go, I have to go. You know that.� He picked up his black carry-on bag that held his best boots and a leather bag with his black suit to match.

I stepped in between him and the door. �This was supposed to be our first real vacation in years. You promised that you wouldn�t let business interfere,� I whined. It wouldn�t do any good, but I mashed my breasts hard against his thin shirt.

�Look, Babe,� he whispered as he clasped my arm. �I�ll be back in 4-5 days, you can relax until then. If you need anything, just tell Wayne.�

Wayne was the manager, caretaker, whatever, of our 100 acre hide-away in West Texas. There were a few head of cattle so Chuck could deduct it as a business. Hideaway it was, we rarely spent time there together. For all practical purposes, it was Wayne�s ranch.

Wayne was a tall sculptured Native Indian with long black hair held back by a piece of leather. I wasn�t politically correct enough to know what his home tribe was, all I knew was that Wayne and Chuck had been friends since attending Texas Tech. When they graduated, Wayne�s Indian blood could not handle the big cities of Dallas or Houston, so Chuck had him manage the ranch that Chuck always wanted. As far as I could tell, they weren�t close. It was as they Chuck owed Wayne, and this was Chuck�s way of repaying him. I

Chuck never showed much feelings for anybody. Not even know as I begged him to stay. He hardly said �good-bye� as he tossed his bags into the back seat of his corvette and sped off.

�Chuck said that he would be in Oklahoma for a few days. If you need anything, ��

I cut Wayne off. �I know, just ask.� In some bizarre way, I knew Wayne as well as I did Chuck. They were both men that were hard to reach emotionally.

By 2:00 in the afternoon the next day, I had read every magazine and newspaper in the house. I had flipped through the satellite several times. I knew that if I didn�t do something I would scream. On the coffee table, I noticed the walky-talky that would connect me with Wayne.

�Wayne, could you saddle Paint for me?�

He said he would have her saddled in five minutes.


Paint was a great horse. She was small for her age, but she was a wonderful quarter horse. She could run like a demon for about a fourth of a mile and then like a rag doll for the rest of the day or she could gently lope about for most of the day.

It was an easy ride to the rock pond up behind the hills. It took about an hour to reach the clear blue water. I dropped the reins and began dropping my clothes. Actually, I had come prepared, jeans, shirt, socks, and boots were all I wore. And in the next moment, they were safely in the saddlebags across Paint�s back. No snakes or other critters would crawl in them while I took a quick swim. I inched into the water; it was freezing cold even in the March sun. After I got use to the temperature, the water was wonderful. My nipples perked out so much that I could feel them moving through the water. I could feel the blood rushing to my cold clit. I grinned at the wondrous feelings my body was having.

I didn�t hear anything, but I sensed company. I looked toward Paint who was grazing nearby, but at the edge of the pond was a bobcat. The animal was poised to attack Paint. I didn�t know what to do. Should I try to scare the cat away or would it just change its focus on me? I stood still with my heart beating at out my chest.

Out of the corner of my eye, I show movement. I looked and it was Wayne on his big yellow Palomino. He had pulled his rife out of its sheath. I held my breath knowing that he was about to shoot the bobcat. Instead, he pointed the Winchester into the sky and shot it several rounds into the air. The bobcat tore off to the hills. Paint galloped at full speed in another direction. I screamed my head off.

Wayne jumped from his horse with gun still in hand. He didn�t see me at first, but when he did, he started to enter the water to come for me.

�No, no,� I waved. �I�m okay.�

Wayne stopped at the water�s edge. �I�ll go get Paint.�

�No!�

The tall man stopped. �I don�t want to be alone.�

Wayne nodded and walked to his horse, stuffing his rifle back under the saddle. He then walked to the water again. He unsnapped he buttons of his shirt. Once off, he placed it on the ground and turned to face away from me. His chest was hairless but looked like one massive piece of art. I shivered, but I didn�t know if it was from the water or his chest. As I climbed out of the pond, I tried to swing off as much water as I could. I put on his shirt. �Thanks, Wayne.�

He took my words to mean that he I was covered, and he walked to get his horse. He stepped into the stirrup and swung his body into his saddle. He rode to me and leaned over offering his hand. I expected him to swing me to the back of the saddle, but instead, he put me in front of him. He eased up to sit on the back rim of the saddle, so that I could have most of the saddle. �Do you want me to take you back, or do you want to find Paint?�

I felt teary from everything that happened and wanted to go home, but I didn�t want Paint to be somewhere being attacked by wild cats. �Let�s find Paint.�

Wayne nudged his horse to head towards the direction Paint had run. After a few minutes, I grabbed the saddle horn and tried to stand up a little. My pussy was bare against the leather, and I was beginning to feel raw. Wayne pulled the horse to a halt, and reached to the back of his saddle. He pulled out a piece of furry cloth. �Lean forward,� the handsome man said. He pushed the fur under my bottom, and fixed it so that the fur was between my legs and the leather of the saddle. I felt a nuckle brush against my clit which helped a little. �Is that better?� Wayne asked.

�Yes, thanks.� Better? It was incredible. The fur reached into my vagina, tickling me. As the horse loped searching for Paint, the fur delicately rubbed my clitoris. Wayne held me on the horse by placing his hand against my stomach below my waist. Within a few minutes, my lower stomach muscles were convulsing in orgasmic pleasure. I held onto the saddle horn and leaned back into Wayne�s arms. He pulled me closer to him between his legs as the tickling began once more. Again, after a few yards, I came again. And again. And again. And again. I didn't know if Wayne knew what was happening to me, but after the fifth orgasm, I didn't care. The last time I came, I almost fell off the horse as I screamed a little and clasped my hand over Wayne�s, pushing it down closer to my clit, wishing he would touch me again.

I was so goofy from the orgasms that I thought I was seeing a mirage. There was a wigwam in front of us next to a different pond from where I had been swimming. It was hidden amongst a grove of trees. I had never seen it before.

Wayne was off of his horse before he pulled me off, cradling me in his arms. I tried to whisper that I was sorry. The somewhat stoic man said, �You had a trauma today; you needed some comfort to restore your balance.� So he did know.

He bent over entering the opening as he carried me into the teepee. The floor was covered with the same kind of fur that I had been riding on and that was still between my legs. He gently placed me on some pillows of this wonderful fur. He opened my legs slightly and took away the fur that had been there. I don�t know if he looked at my pussy; I don�t know if he saw that my clit was still throbbing. I heard him say that there were drinks and food in the refrigerator as I fell asleep.

It was late in the afternoon but still light when I woke. I heard Wayne talking, but I couldn�t understand him. At the opening of the tent, I looked out to see the back of Wayne. He was naked with a leather string around his waist. His butt was firm as well as the broad shoulders of his back. The middle of his back was covered with his long black hair. He was brushing Paint and talking to him in Indian. I had no idea what he was saying but I wondered if Paint would ever run away again. I watched him for a while, watching his strength and his gentleness. A few feet from the horses was a blanket spread over the ground with a small hibachi of chicken cooking.

�The chicken smells good,� I said as I stepped out of the tent. I wanted to see the front of Wayne. I wanted to see if his cock was as strong as the rest of him.

Without turning from the horses, he told me to have some of the chicken. Disappointed but still hopeful, I sat by the roasting meat. I quietly unsnapped all but two of my buttons. �Do you want some?� I asked Wayne.

�I�ve had some � thanks.� He turned to face me. I should have known. The brown string held a piece of leather as a loin clothe. As he walked toward me, I could see his penis bob from side to side, but no actually sighting of his flesh. He sit beside me to the left and leaned back on his elbows. Was that a bit of a tip sneaking out from under his cloth??

�After you went to sleep, I went to look for Paint Indian style and found her right away.�

�What does Indian style mean?�

�I took off everything that made noise and became part of nature.�

I ate a little more chicken before I said, �Thanks.� When I finished the leg I had, I leaned back but not as far back as Wayne. I was still wondering what was under the leather and would glance at his hidden penis under the flat cloth. I parted my legs feeling the cool breeze against my pussy.

His palomino was a beautiful horse. It was big and muscular. You could tell it was of fine stock. Paint was on the opposite of the yellow horse. �What is your horse�s name?�

�I call him Horse.�

I laughed a little and looked back at the horse. This time I noticed that Horse�s dick was hanging out a good ten inches from where it should be. It was massive. You could see the vein running down its length to the tip. The cock was huge, and it was beautiful. But it was the tip that I couldn�t take my eyes off of. It looked almost human, but it was the skin that I stared at; it was like velvet. I wanted to touch it, but I didn't know what the rules were on touching a horse's penis. I stared at the cock for what seemed to be a long time. A small amount of fluid dripped from the tip as the dick grew harder. I glanced at Wayne�s penis and noticed a bump under the leather cloth.

Horse stood still, but Paint didn�t. There was enough rein on Paint so that she could turn toward Horse�s growing dick. She slowly moved until she was facing the opposite way as Horse. She raised her tail a bit, and Horse turned to lick her several times. My clit throbbed thinking what a tongue would feel like across me. Meanwhile, Paint was sniffing Horse�s erect cock. She took her tongue and licked across the velvety tip. She licked it until semen was almost pouring out. Horse was perfectly still. Paint then took the tip in her mouth sucking it as if she were a colt, sucking the cum from him.

Again I glanced at the dick beside me, it was definitely bigger but had not yet moved the cloth out of the way.

At first Paint gently sucked Horse�s cock, but then she pulled on it more vigorously with her mouth. Foam came out of the sides of her mouth as she sucked without letting go of the cock, her nostrils flared from breathing heavily. More and more of Horse entered her mouth and entered her throat. Paint�s tail lifted higher and Horse licked more roughly.

Suddenly, both hides of Paint and Horse rippled. Paint let Horse�s dick drop out of her mouth and, Horse stopped licking Paint. They had finished what they had set out to do.

I heard Wayne let out a sigh. He had been watching, also.

�Wasn�t that beautiful?� It came out of my mouth before I knew it.

Wayne stood up, carrying the cold hibachi away from the blanket. As he walked away, I slipped out of his shirt. Every inch of me wanted Wayne as much as Paint and Horse wanted each other.

�White women are usually disgusted by animals and by nakedness. They don�t get the naturalness of comfort.� Wayne turned seeing me naked on the blanket. I tried to open my legs far enough so that he could see my aching pussy in the dimming light.

�Is that why you are the only one wearing a loin cloth?�
He grabbed the leather tearing it from his waist. Finally, I saw what I desired. Wayne was uncircumcised, and his velvet tip had already escaped from the skin that normally kept it hidden. His cock was big, not as big as Horse�s. But it was the hard penis of a powerful man. He stood still as his dick became erect sticking straight out from his body. I leaned forward and patted the blanket in front of me. He knelt in front of me, sitting on his haunches. I picked up a blanket that was in a small roll and lay down on it with my breasts hanging off of each side. His penis was at my mouth, much as Horse�s cock had been at Paint�s mouth. I licked the velvet head of Wayne's. He leaned forward and rubbed my back as I licked him. He leaned forward more rubbing my lower back, and I took the head of his penis in my mouth, gentle sucking and feeling his head. As I took in more of his cock, I closed in around him, sucking all of him hard. Wayne leaned over my back, kissing my buttocks, pulling them apart, kissing further down. As the tip of his dick touched my throat, Wayne licked my anus, he licked it over and over. I raised making it easier for him, making it easier for his hard cock to enter my throat. I squeezed my mouth and throat hard around him as his fingers found my dripping wet pussy. He continued to lick my anus and some of my pussy as all of his fingers went inside of me. I squeezed him in my throat, feelin his cock, and my hot breath coming through my nostrils.

I don�t know who came first, but as I came, my mouth surrounded his hard dick sucking him harder and harder until his cum exploded down my throat.

Wayne pulled his fingers from my pussy and his penis out of my mouth. He stood up, pulling me to him. Amazingly, his cock was still hard. He let go of me and walked to Horse, taking off his bridle. Wayne grabbed a fist of mane and jumped on the back of him. He reached down and pulled me up in front, facing him. Wayne eased his hands under me rubbing my pussy as he walked Horse out to the meadow using nothing but his heels instead of reins. The strong man lifted me with his one hand so that I would be higher. I held tightly around his neck as he moved his velvet tip to my opening. My pussy was wet and aching for him. I quivered slightly wantiong him in me, begging him to be in me. He moved his cock's tip across my clit and my opening several times to make sure I was ready. He then put the head of his cock into my pussy, pushing me down on him. I screamed a little because he was so huge, but I quickly became accustomed to him and begin pulling up on him, wanting him to fuck me. Wayne stopped me and held me so tight with both of his arms that I couldn�t move. He nudged Horse a little and the animal began walking in a circle. Slowly, Horse began the rhythm of loping, and I began naturally moving up and down on Wayne's cock. His pre-cum and my wetness made us slick enough where I moved easily up and down without any effort. I settled into Wayne�s arms, cuming hard against him. It was like this afternoon, when Wayne took me to the tee-pee and I came over and over, but this time, it was my pussy cuming and throbbing over and over.

When I thought it would never end, Wayne again exploded, this time into my pussy, instead of my mouth. He whispered my name for the first time, Deb, as he convulsed into me. I felt streams and streams of cum running down my legs. Suddenly, Wayne screamed an Indian yell, racing Horse back to the tent. At the tent, Wayne jumped off of Horse and threw me over his back as he entered the teepee.

GG,

You've been missed. Great to see you again.

Silk

Thanks, Sweet Silk, I've missed you all. But I've kept you close in my dreams ...

Kisses to you, Wonderful Rain, Freddy, Eddy, Chance, and everyone who ventures here ...

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Wonderful story Gogirl. I love Westerns!

Katie

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Hmmmm, have we had sex yet? Love you soon ....

GoGirl

Great story GoGirl! It's nice to have you back! We missed you! Please pop in more.

Now, Silkie
You will join us, right?
Love and kisses

My My My all these lovely ladies and so little time!

Welcome back GoGirl, I have missed you

Sure! I've even brought the camera!

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I've missed you, too.

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Wayne threw me onto the soft pelts. He was breathing hard and his eyes were wild. Maybe I should have been afraid, but instead I opened my legs so that he could see my pussy. There was a small fire in a raised pit in the center of the tent. Was my pussy shining with his cum? I couldn�t tell if my wetness was from me or him.
Wayne knelt between my legs. I could see that his cock was so erect that it was flat against his stomach. If he came at that moment, he would have cum all over his chin. His dark eyes were staring at mine. I felt as though he were trying to hypnotize me. He thrust his hands under the pit of fire and came back with his hand covered with as ash. Using his fingers, he placed two stripes across each of his cheeks and them made stripes across his chest. Once more, he reached under the pit and pulled out a long bladed hunting knife. Positioning it so that the sharp edge of the blade was against my skin, he slid the knife across my nipples, making them hard and erect. My stomach was quivering with excitement. I had never been so horny. I was so horny, I didn�t even think to be afraid of Wayne.
With a sudden move, he suddenly threw the knife sticking it into one of the wooden tent posts. He reached under me, pulling my hips toward him. Now it was my turn. I caught him off guard and rolled Wayne onto his back. He could have easily stopped me, but he didn�t. I reached below the pit and pulled back two fingers covered with ash. I drew them across my face, making 2 stripes.
Wayne was so long that I could not knell and insert him into my vagina. I had to stand on my feet and lower myself onto him. Somehow, he was even thicker than before. I yelled my own version of an Indian yell as he pushed through my opening. He was too long to fit my pussy so I had to remaining standing a bit even when all of him that I could take fit me. As I have stood over him, Wayne reached and began rubbing my clit. Even though he was not thrusting his cock into me, I began to cum from his pulling my clit between his thumb and forefinger. As I came, I squeezed his dick as though my pussy was trying to suck his cum from him. I threw my head back riding this bronco that was lying motionless.
Wayne carefully sat up, holding me as he did. He rolled us over, so that I was on my back again. Slowly he pulled out his cock. I tried to keep him in me, but he had other plans. He lowered his head between my legs and began licking my bare mound and lips. The excitement again began to rise up in me. He licked all around my clit, teasing me, making my clit even more swollen. He clutched the pelts that I was lying on. I could feel him smile, knowing that he was driving me crazy. Finally, he covered my clit with his mouth and sucked as hard as he could as though he were trying to pull my clit out from my pussy. As I came, my hips moved forward hitting his head. With one swift movement, he pushed up, inserting his cock into me. He moved his whole body thrusting into me. His dick felt like a log, but I wanted him so badly.