Riding High

Riding High

Jake had spoken incessantly about his family's ranch and how I should visit. The trip there was insane. We were driving for an ungodly amount of time over verdant, rolling terrain. When I asked when we would arrive at the ranch, he replied with a chuckle, “We've been on it for twenty minutes.” For a lifelong city dweller whose experience was that if you had a backyard big enough for a pool, it doubled the price of the house. This much acreage was incomprehensible.

We pulled up to a paddock with a square footage equal to my city block. We exited the truck and leaned on the fence railing. “Here comes little sis now. Watch this,” he said directing my attention in the direction of the barn at the west end. Suddenly, a calf sprang from an enclosure. In hot pursuit was “little sis.” That was certainly a misnomer.

I had anticipated a physique similar to Jake's, whose medium build was hardly outstanding. Instead, little sis could only be described as … voluptuous! Sitting astride a massive stallion in hot pursuit of the calf, she dwarfed anyone that I would consider little. She had lain the reigns on the horn of the saddle and both hands were occupied with a long rope, the loop of which she twirled above her head. Long curly light brown, waist-length hair flowed like a banner from beneath a Western hat. At first, it seemed that the horse was simply trained to follow the fleeing calf. Upon closer examination, I noted that subtle shifts in her weight and prodding of her knees on the horse's side were actually directing its course. She let loose the lasso and the calf collapsed in a cloud of dust, dutifully bound within seconds.

“Come on,” Jake said. “Let me show you to the guest accommodations. It's a loft apartment above one of the barns, but don't worry, it is decked out to your tastes. You won't notice it's location at all.” He was not mistaken. Furnished in a typical Western style, it looked like an ad from a magazine. “I'll have Sarah bring you up fresh linens. Everyone showers after a hard day of ranching before dinner, so you might as well do the same.”

I threw my backpack on the bed and settled into a plush chair of speckled cowhide, which was extremely comfortable. The door opened and in strode Sarah. Without even an introduction, she laid a stack of towels on an end table. She flashed what seemed to be a smile which shone only in her brilliant green eyes and said, “All the showers at the main house are occupied, so I'll use yours if you don't mind.” It was not a request despite the curtesy, as she began to shed her dusty clothes before reaching the bathroom door. She didn't bother to close the bathroom door as double D breasts appeared when the unnecessary bra hit the floor and she stepped into the shower.

I picked my jaw up off the floor, shook my head, and thought, “Open spaces aren't the only thing different out here.” My mind was awash with contrary thoughts. What would Jake say if he knew what she had just done? Is this normal in the country? What if. My thoughts trailed off into an abyss. I can't think of such things. Moving to the bed, I lay with my eyes closed. OK, I'm not even going to look anymore. I'll keep them closed until she leaves.

The water stopped and I waited what seemed an appropriate amount of time for her to gather her things and leave. I heard a subtle shuffle across the carpet and chanced a glance to see if she was leaving. Instead, she stood next to the bed, wrapped in a very insufficient towel.

“Jake has spoken a lot about you. You know, boy's bar talk. Some of the things he's said have me curious, having never experienced them myself, so I thought you being so close with him, you could help me out.”

Once more, it was less of a question than a command as the towel dropped to the floor she, lifted one knee to the bed and was above me before I could utter a protest. Would I have ordered a protest? I'll never know. Without a further word, she made her inquiry known by straddling my shoulders. My eyes flashed to her center. She was wet, but not from the shower. I watched as her hand slid through a neatly trimmed patch of hair and settled at the top of her slit. A single fingertip caressed her clit and the flow of moisture on her pussy lips increased substantially. Her beautiful green eyes were locked on mine, gauging my reactions, but not caring what they were if they contradicted what she wanted.

Slowly she lowered herself toward my mouth. Reflexively, my lips parted in acceptance. The first touch of the silk-lined lips felt like a tender mother's kiss, but what followed was far less paternal. She took care to brush her labia against my mouth, guiding them sensually up and down my mouth. The aroma of her juices was intoxicating. With a euphoric relinquishment to the situation, my tongue shot out, splitting the nether lips. Immediately, my lips were coated with her nectar. I ran my tongue over my lips, savoring the taste of the clear liquid ambrosia.

I reached my arms over her thighs to pull her close. Her thighs rippled with the conditioning earned from labor and horse riding. She used both hands to spread her pussy lips and was inundated with her juices flowing over her soft lips. I searched out her clit, danced my tongue over it, sucked her labia into my mouth, and sucked the juices from them. She reacted by pressing her clit against my tongue, at first not moving, but then her hips took up a well-rehearsed rhythm, learned from years of braking stallions, but now she was breaking me, grinding, sliding her clit over the tip of my tongue.

I reached back to grasp the cheeks of her ass. They were taunt with power, yet plush with sensuality as my fingers pressed in, pulling her firmly against my mouth. I was hypnotized by the undulations of her hips, swirling, grinding, thrusting against my tongue. What began as minor murmurs from her lips swelled into a symphony of moans and gasps as she could only be described as fucking my mouth. She fell forward, grasped the top of the headboard, and continued her frantic race to orgasm at the expense of my mouth.

First came the shudders, coursing through those powerful thighs. Her breath hitched in her throat, her back locked in a curl, and my mouth was sprayed with her squirt of orgasm. When she could breathe again, it came in fractured gasps, groping for air to fill her lungs as her juices filled my mouth. She fell off my chest at a ninety-degree angle to me, her massive breasts heaving in release.

“Well, what those women reported to my brother about your skills were no exaggerations! I just had to know for myself.”

I don't know if I was more disturbed that Jake had discussed my sex life with his sister, or her boldness at not asking if I was up for the experience.

She rolled off me and the bed and sprang to her clothes with the same speed with which she had secured the stray calf. Turning back to me she said nonchalantly, “Dinner is in 30. You should probably get that shower now.”

And with that, she was gone.

This is part 3. Part 1 is here, part 2 is here.

THE EXAMINATION RESULTS

I'm surprised that I was given an appointment so late. I had to rush from cheerleading practice after school in order to make it. I would have thought that the office would be closed by now. No matter, I made it and hey, it's another opportunity to see that luscious Dr. Simpson again. I thought I remembered Lauren saying that exam and test results were called in. Maybe since I have to come in, the results are not so good?

“Yes, I'm sure, Nurse Adams, its a simple results follow up. I can handle it on my own. You can still make it to your grandaughter's recital.”

His deep voice , though muffled by the door to the hallway, was like a warm, soothing blanket, wrapping around my apprehension and melting it away into the memories of that last exam. Even as I swing the stirrups out of the way, I can feel the wetness surge in my...oh, wait, I already took off my panties. All the better. He needs to see how excited I am to see him again.

He pushed through the door with a brief greetings and headed straight to the computer to pull up my records. Nothing seemed unusual excet for., were those small beads of perspiration on his brow? As always, this exam room felt only a few degrees above freezing, for my taste.

“Well, Blair, everything came back normal from your lab work. But before I can prescribe your requested birth control, I need to do a vaginal/pelvic flexibility test.”

“That sounds scary? It's not like I want to have kids, that is why I want the pills,” as visions of more of those ice-cold speculums interrupting my sensual fantasies.

“Relax, close your eyes, I promise it won't be painful and will be over in a moment.”

His words rolled over me like a wave, but his was his gentle touch on my inner thighs that brought the most comfort. I chanced a glance to confirm what I was feeling. Yes, he was not wearing the usual exam gloves. The touch of his bare hands gave a greater mental image of their size than the gloved ones.

Despite the roughness of his physique, the skin was smooth and tender as it slid up and down on my inner thigh. I felt my pussy clench as he spread my lips and entered with two of those massive fingers. I choked by the moan that treatened to fill the room as they swirled within me, stretching me, probing in a way the previous exam had not. My whole lower half tensed as his thumb reached up and circled my clit. This was part of the exam? I didn't care if it was or not. I was being swept away by the senations zipping through my whole body. My skin felt on fire. My breath was coming in ragged gasps. I didn't hear the metal susurration of his zipper lowering.

The sudden emptiness of my pussy was immediately replaced by the press of something much larger than his fingers. My eyes sprang open in what must have seemed like panic, eliciting an apology from him. “I'm sorry...I couldn't...”

I didn't hear what he was going to say, muting that response with my finger to his lips. They were soft and inviting, but I ignored that as my hand drifted from there to grasp his cock hovering just beyond my slick glazed slit. Using the experience of those brief moments with my boyfriend, I guided his tip between my lips. We both moaned aloud as his hips thrust forward, sending him plunging into me wetly and smoothly.

The next minutes are lost in a blur to me, visually blinded, yet consumed with the sensations of a blind person sensitive with Braille. Touches, panting, plunges, tensing, clutching, ending in spasms of release unlike anything I had ever felt before.

Yes, I don't think I'll be denied those birth control now.

Us when I have my phone on speaker during our calls

Ride my tongue until you squirt in my mouth?

Yes, please!

Lunch Break

If I had an old fashion phone, I would slam the receiver down on the cradle! Most days work goes smoothly, with few hiccups, but today, it seemed that every client woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My eyes shift constantly to the corner of my laptop screen, urging the clock to advance to lunchtime, but it persistently and stubbornly ticks off the minutes as though it were trapped at the event horizon of a black hole, forgetting what time is all about. Finally, I am near enough to the time that Ican divert further calls to another manager, and quickly do so, and log off.

I throw my chair into lounge mode and lean back, rubbing my brows, hoping to relieve some ofthe pent-up tension the morning has birthed. Even working from home has not been a relief today. So distracted am I that I don't hear you enter the room. You sense my tension immediately. Without a word, you circle my desk and position yourself behind my chair. My first awareness that you are here is the firm pressure of your fingers on my shoulder. I am not even startled, just enjoying the massage that scatters my knotted muscles like a fox in the hen house. My breathing calms, my pulse slows, and I don't even have to open my eyes as your gentle presence restores my energy and sedates my frazzled nerves. That is, until I hear you leave that post and take up another...straddling my thigh.

My eyes spring open and I'm greeted by your knowing smile, “Rough morning, huh?”

“Yeah, sorry I let it seep into our time here at home. I try to insulate you from the issues of work.”

“Ha,” you respond, “who you are at work is as much a part of you as who you are with me at home.” You lean down, your hand lightly caressing my cheek as you plant a tender kiss on my cheek and then my lips. “Haven't you learned yet? I love all of you, just as you are.”

A smile cracks my weary visage, and my mask of frustrations melts into a peaceful sense of tranquility. “You always work your magic on me. You can transform the worst of days into something good.”

“Oh, Lover,” you say with a wry smile, “I have just begun to work my magic.”

With that, you join your lips to mine. What before was a tender peck of reassurance morphs into a heated flame of desire. Lips press hard against mine, nibbling at my lower lip, forcing my lips apart as your hand slides over my chest in a firm, but seeking touch. Your fingertips outline the muscles beneath my shirt before flattening your palm on my ribcage. It's suddenly hard to focus on what your hand is doing next because of the intensity of your kiss. That focus shifts quickly as I feel your working on my zipper. Your hand slips inside my boxers and I am free from the bondage of my closure easier than I can free myself.

Your fingers close on my already hard cock. I don't know if it had grown from your touch or the kissing, but your fingers form the perfect pressured enclosure, following the contours of my length as you slowly but firmly begin stroking me. My mind goes temporarily blank as I am amazed how you can duplicate the feel of being inside you from just the grip of your hand. I recover my sensibility as my palm engulfs your breast, only a sheer top separating me from it. Your nipple grows hard under my touch as I circle your soft, but firm breast. I realize that I am panting as I unbutton your top and slip it off your shoulders. I have to try to ignore the growing pleasure inside your grip, knowing that I will surely cum way before I want if I paid too much attention, but you are hard to ignore.

To my relief, you release my cock just as it began to throb and assisted me in fumbling with your snap on our shorts. Together, we lower your zipper and you stand, backing off my thigh just long enough to push them and your panties down over your hips. They drop unceremoniously to the level of your ankle and kick them aside, not bothering to bend and remove them. You wait only long enough for me to pull my shirt over my head before resuming your place on my thigh.

The instant your soft center hit my thigh, the warmth and wetness brought a deep sigh from both of us. I grip your thigh so firmly, that I leave an impression of my fingers as I guide to closer to me. The motion of you sliding along my thigh causes your pussy lips to part. You press down harder, loving the feel of your clit on my bare thigh. You kiss me again briefly before leaning back. You place one hand on my thigh behind you and the other on my other thigh. I now have a perfect view of your boobs and how they sway as you begin to grind on my thigh. Grabbing the cheeks of your ass, I pull you close and lock my lips on one of your nipples. My tongue circles it, flicks it back and forth before sucking it fully into my mouth. My tongue continues to work it from underneath as I suck hard, sending shivers through you to your clit. You glide gracefully over the length of my thigh, prompted my grip on your cheeks. You lean into my mouth and I can hear you panting as you rapidly approach orgasm.

Suddenly my leg is caught in a vise-like grip as tremors lock your thighs around mine. I can feel the convulsions of your cumming, forcing your juices onto my skin. You gasp and whimper something unintelligible into my ear. When I regain my focus, I can only make out one word, “More...”

I lift you onto wobbly legs and stand momentarily and push my pants and boxer to my knees. You are too impatient to wait for them to hit the floor. You spin and reach between your legs, grab my cock and situate it at your entrance and slide down on it. Your pussy is warm and wet, slick from your cum, and eager to be filled. The tip enters you and sensing the trajectory that you want, you slam down onto my lap, driving me deep inside.

“Fuck!” escapes through gritted teeth as your soft ass settles onto my lap. You take every inch of me inside in a single motion. Before beginning a pumping motion, propelled by your feet braced on the floor, you lean back, grab on my hands and guide it under your crop top. Your fingers interlace with mine and together we massage your swelling nipples, clasping hard your boob to your chest. With your hand on mine, we make small, tight circles, compressing your boob as though to squeeze every bit of pleasure from it. With that established, you push off on your feet and lift your hips from my lap, simultaneously clenching your pussy, making it grip my dick as your rise off me. When you feel the tip of my dick at your entrance again, you forcefully slam back onto my lap. The pleasure of your cheeks bouncing on my lap and the depth of my inside you makes me quiver with ecstasy.

My free hand that is not on your boob slips between your thighs, cups your pussy with my palm. Your free hand joins mine our fingertips starts a dance of rubbing and flicking your tender clit. You lean your head to the side and I take the hint and begin licking and sucking it. When my teeth rake across the base of your neck, it is too much for you and you clench around my cock. That is too much for my and I feel my dick spurt deep inside your as you cum again, your mouth agape, then scrunching into a mask of intimate pleasure.

Your trembling stops and I sense you relaxing, content. But I'm not. “Whoa, there! You can't cum twice and leave me like this.” You don't resist as I push you forward off my lap. Assisting you to the floor, I push your face down so that your ass is propped into the air on your knees. “My turn,”I nearly growl as I drop to my knees behind you. Spreading your cheeks with a strong grip, I pause a moment to admire the beauty of your body, lift my revived dick to your entrance, and thrust hard into you. Maintaining my grasp of your cheeks, I pull you repeatedly on my dick, loving how you make it glisten with your juices, a creamy pool of your honey gathering at the base.

I have no idea how long I lasted like this. My mind was awash with sensations and memories and expectations that left me in a fog. I could only think how good it was to be fucking you this way, how melodic your moans and gasps, and how I wished time would stand still to enjoy this moment longer. But as tired as you are, you are still able to collapse your pussy around my dick rhythmically, threatening to milk it of all its cum.

It is not long until the threat is fulfilled and we fall forward in a tangle of arms and legs and pants and gasps, trying to recover...eager to recover...for more.

I'd love tofill my hands with your sweet ass while you hoover above my mouth, dripping your juices onto my tongue, hesitating in anticipation of my devouring every drop that you produce.

i could think of nothing i want more than this rn. i would kill to ride someone’s face and not stop til i’m a moaning shaking mess, coming all over their tongue while they hold me down with their hands on my hips