ESPC2: Back in the Saddle Again
written by:
maxicue

Back in the Saddle Again

I'd worn a lot of different hats in my life, but none were thinking caps. Starting out knee high to a colt, I was donning my cowboy hat working my mom and dad's ranch outside of Cody Wyoming. It was the white hat of a painting crew after running away from home at 16 and landing in Minneapolis. I left Cody to find fresh meat, having exhausted the supply of cute girls and horny housewives. Yes my balls made all the important decisions for me ever since hair started growing there. They still do. I hitched down to Memphis when it got cold and began wearing a hard hat. The hard luck housepainters, mostly Indians (I stood out with my shock of blond hair) helped get me a fake ID. I was now a very young looking 21 so I could work on a road crew and could drink at a tavern. When I actually turned 21 working construction, I decided to move to Nashville, find me some singing cowgirls and, after getting my GED, train to become a deputy. Again the hat was wide rimmed.

Playing it straight, I gained the respect of my bosses. I had my eye on vice, specifically prostitution. That's where the money was. By twenty-nine the hat was short brimmed, and I was getting bent. On my thirtieth birthday, I celebrated with my favorite Madame and a pretty little filly that she let me break in. The kick backs and hush money was great, but the fresh, sexy meat was better. Unfortunately, I couldn't get enough of the sweet meat of this specific filly. It was love at first taste.

What got me were her eyes.

"Be sure to look into his eyes," said the voluptuous middle aged Mexican Madame Rosa pausing before returning her lips and tongue to my pussy filler. They both were crouched between my thick thighs. Rosa wore a red and black corset holding up her large breasts and not hiding her areola. Sam was naked. Pale white and soft skin was tight over a long slim frame with impossibly large, youthfully buoyant real breasts. Her waist was slim enough to give her smallish hips some shape and her firm round butt some lovely definition. And her black hair, blacker than Rosa's, was another study in contrasts, falling straight down her white back.

Rosa handed my member to Sam and instructed her. Sam was a quick learner. The pressure and motion were just right. The lips and tongue were perfect. "Now, never forget, look into his eyes," said Rosa

Sam's eyes were unforgettable: large and azure blue and complex. There was a deepness that sucked me in. I was completely rigid immediately. I took pride in my eight inches of woman pleasing flesh. When it filled her mouth her eyes filled with surprise and pleasure.

"Isn't it a beautiful cock? It's the best you'll ever see," said Rosa, inflating my ego if not my flesh, which had reached its maximum. Rosa continued to instruct and Sam continued to eclipse the teacher.

I was groaning with pleasure. Our eyes kept contact. Her mouth was full of me. I could read a smile in her eyes. She was enjoying what she was doing.

"I'm going to cum," I moaned. Usually a blow job just readied me for the fuck, but Sam had me near explosion already.

"If you don't want to taste it, you'd better finish him off with your hand." Sam shook her head and continued her sucking.

My whole body stiffened as my shaft let forth several spurts. Sam tried to swallow it all. Her lips let go, and as she swallowed whatever was left in her mouth, I spewed a final couple of gentle squirts on her chin. As she smiled up at me, Madame handed her a napkin. I studied her face as she cleaned off my jism. Not a typical beauty. She had a largish, though evenly shaped Jewish nose, Goldberg, her last name, was a clue to her ethnicity, but to me she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

"Very good," said Rosa as she stood up.

"Thanks," said Sam, still smiling at me.

"Rosa, you've outdone yourself," I said. "She's a marvel. What say you leave the rest of the training in my capable hands? I'll drive her home."

Rosa said, "Of course," quickly dressed and exited the apartment.

We continued to stare into each other's eyes. I don't know if she felt the waves of emotion I was feeling, so I asked. "Do you feel it?"

"Something," said Sam.

"Some sort of cosmic connection, not that I believe in such bullshit."

"Believe it," she said, and crawled up my legs, across my torso and sat straddling me on the bed. Her pussy pushed itself against my limp cock. I felt her breasts against my chest, her quarter inch thick nipples rubbing near my man nipples. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders. We kissed.

I could taste my bittersweet flavor in her mouth, but soon ignored it. What took over was pure passion. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths. Her pussy began a subtle rocking motion against my cock. My hands took hold of her ass and assisted the movement, pressing her down harder and opening her up. The kiss and the friction were making me rise again.

She reached down to check on my growing member. It was hard, so she led the tip to her slippery hole, guiding the shaft home.

Reluctantly I ended the kiss. "Two rules," I said. "No kissing the customers and no bareback riding."

"I know, silly," said Sam with her wonderful smile. "I may be young but I wasn't born yesterday."

"So..."

"So, I'm clean, and I want to feel you naked. Just you, Mr. Policeman." I brushed her hand away from its guiding. "Please," she whined, sounding her age for once.

"First things first," I said, suddenly lifting her up and tossing her on her back on the bed. "I get to taste and see how clean you are."

She squeaked surprise, but was spread open in front of me. Her body was not voluptuous like Rosa's, but it curved just right. Her skin was soft as I slid my hand from her ankles, across her pussy lips, which caused them to lift, over her breasts, which sagged the tiniest bit, revealing their true nature, and to her cheeks. My other hand joined the touching of her face. My body climbed between her legs. For the moment my cock was teasing her pussy, the bottom of it rubbing her clit.

After another passionate kiss, I began my descent. At first, both hands were involved, along with my lips and tongue. But she wasn't going along with the complete tease. She took one hand and forced it on her sex lips. Of course I am quite strong, so there wasn't any resistance on my part. Her hand was near mine, pulling and hardening my pussy filler.

I lingered on her ears and her long neck, but it was the breasts that got the most attention. Mouth and hand circled the targets, feeling the play and the weight of the flesh mounds. Zeroing in, I ravished the nipples. Twisting and sucking, I found the right friction to give her the most pleasure, which she was singing out.

"Mmm, mmm, aaah," she moaned. She was enjoying it, but not enough. I continued down. Meanwhile my fingers had begun fucking her. Two fingers were sliding in and out of her passage. The thumb pressed and released her clit. This got her really moaning.

She added a quiet, "Ooh," when I stopped at her inny navel and drilled it with my tongue tip. I discovered the texture of her well coiffed triangle of black pubic hair before dabbing my tongue over her clit. Her hips rose up a foot. When I moved past, she grabbed me.

"Patience, my dear," I said in a devilish whisper.

"No," she complained, but when a third finger found and rubbed her g-spot, she had no reason to complain.

I massaged my fingers and tongue down her thighs, kissed her inner knee, then slipped along her calf to her feet. I spent an extra moment there suckling each toe, spending the most time on the big toes, giving them a mini blowjob.

By the time I licked up to her pussy, she was more than ready. Her hands holding her knees opened herself completely. Her rosebud was revealed, so I speared it with my tongue and rimmed it. She liked that. Then I opened her lips with both hands and gave her a tongue bath, stopping to flick her clit. She was right. She tasted clean, fresh and sweet. Her aroma was thrilling. I looked up at her. Her lips were pursed. Her eyes were wide. She was seriously hot. She was near orgasm.

Climbing between her thighs, I positioned myself for the plummet. She let go of her legs, letting them drape along mine as she took hold of my cock and guided it.

"Yes," she cried as my thick head barely squeezed in. She didn't seem to mind the tightness. I certainly didn't mind. We kissed hard for a few moments, but we needed our air passages cleared for all the heavy breathing. I made my descent, opening her up to more of my pussy filler. Once I hit bottom, I had less than an inch to spare when I hit bottom. I slid almost all the way out, and then pushed as deep as possible. The fucking began slowly, but she wanted it faster. Her hand held my ass and guided me to quicker speeds.

"Harder, my darling," she ordered. Once I got the tempo and the force down, she let go and quickly came to a loud, squealing orgasm. She went limp, but I kept at it. When she recovered, her face in full blush, she smiled and grabbed me around my shoulders. Her legs wrapped around my lower back. I got the hint and lifted myself onto my knees. She became a pendulum swinging beneath me, only stopping the swing when another orgasm hit her. After a third cum, I turned us over so she could ride me. She found the perfect angle, about 30°, so that her clit was getting friction. I loved the sway of her tits as she fucked me. I loved that we could be tight at the groins this way, too, without fear of bruising her cervix. In fact, even though I am a tough motherfucker, I have always loved the female superior position best. My balls felt ready to blow. I pulled her hard against me, lifted her off the bed, and ejaculated my soul into her womb. She pumped against me a couple more times and found her last orgasm. I closed my eyes, enjoying her inner pulses throbbing against my throbbing cock.

We relaxed. Her long lean body blanketed my thickly muscular body. We were almost exactly the same height, me barely reaching 5'8". I guess I'm a little man with a big cock.

"Thirsty," she finally croaked out.

"I'll see if Jim left us anything," I said. Jim was my partner: partner in crime while officially being my partner in anti-crime. We were at a safe house, used to keep witnesses from getting shot. It was a neutral spot to have this illegal tryst, so I guess it was a safe house for me. I walked naked through the small, clean, plain little apartment to the kitchen. In the fridge was a bottle of champagne with a ribbon and a note.

"Happy Birthday Cody, you fuckhead. Have fun. Check the freezer."

No signature was needed.

My name is actually Bill Smith. The Indians in Minneapolis had dubbed me Cody after my home town as well as Buffalo Bill himself. I figured anything's more interesting than my real name.

I checked the freezer where there were three chilled champagne flutes. I'm sure Rosa had enough champagne in her life to miss this bottle. It was a nice one though. French. The real thing.

"Thanks Jim, you shithead," I said to myself as I returned to the bedroom. It was empty. Her clothes were still there, so I didn't panic much.

The bathroom door was closed. Behind it I heard the sound of pissing and flushing and several minutes of the faucet running.

Sam emerged rubbing a white towel between her thighs and walking awkwardly. "Sore," she explained.

"No doubt," I said, a little concerned and a little proud.

"It was worth it."

"It was great. Don't worry," I said. "Your clients won't be so relentless. Most will be done after the blowjob." I looked at her, and wondered why I felt like I put my foot in my mouth. She was nearly crying and looked pissed.

"I thought you said...Oh I'm a fool. I'm just a fucking whore and you're just a fucking bent cop. This was a money transaction." She paused, swallowing her tears. "I'm Queen Gullible."

"Sit down," I said, patting the bed beside me. "Let's have some champagne and talk." She sat beside me. I opened the champagne. It had that low, fizzy pop of a quality champagne. I poured two glasses full.

"Happy Birthday, Mr. Policeman," said Sam sadly, but with a crooked smile. We touched glasses and drank down the entire glass. I refilled, and we sipped. It was good shit.

When we finished our second glass, Sam placed them on the bedside table Then she straddled me.

"I thought you were sore," I said.

"I brought some KY."

"You want..."

"I like it up the ass; though I've never had anyone so big...in fact I've never had anyone so big anywhere in me."

We kissed. This time the passion was full bore, mind blowing. When our lips finally parted I said, "I love you Sam."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"But how can we make it work?"

"I don't know. We will somehow."

"Okay."

After another pulse pounding kiss, she was back on her knees restoring my manhood. It was a tough resurrection, but she succeeded. Rosa had nothing to teach this amazing girl.

Climbing back on the bed on her hands and knees, she was ready. After applying KY on my hard on, I shoved a bunch into her narrow backdoor. It took some resolve to slide in the head. We both grunted at the tightness. As the fucking began, she rose up, arms behind her pulling my head forward. Her head turned and we kissed. One of my hands rubbed and pulled on her nipples. The other joined her hand at her clit. Once all the way into her tight sheath, we began fucking hard and fast. She tumbled forward onto her elbows, continuing to strum her clit while I held her ass with both hands and rammed away. It took awhile, but she managed two more orgasms. My final ejaculation of the night came soon after, the pulsing I felt in her rectum greatly promoting it. It wasn't the intense cum of our first fuck, but it still felt great. It felt like all my energy was flowing out through my penis.

I fell on my back, completely spent. She cleaned off my crotch with the towel, finishing sometime after I passed out.

I was awakened by the phone. I saw my new love also being awakened. As I reached over her to grab the receiver, I briefly wondered who would be calling this safe house.

"Cody?"

"Yeah Jim, what the fuck time is it?"

"3:00 am. Never mind that. You got to get the fuck out of there now!"

"What's going on?"

"They're trying to make it as bad as possible for you."

"Who is "They"?

"Fuck if I know. All I know is they got to Madame Rosa. She's pretty beaten up and more than a little freaked out. They want you in flagrante delicto with a known prostitute."

"But Sam is..."

"In Rosa's employ, and..."

"But she just started."

"So fucking what. It doesn't fucking matter. Get the fuck out of there now!"

"Thanks. See you."

"I don't think so. You need to get out of the state, out of the country."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

"You've been a good friend, Jim."

"You, too, fuckhead. Now go!"

I heard the click and put down the receiver. My head was empty for a moment, than filled with one thought.

"Congressman Johnson!" I said out loud. "Are you a minor?" I asked Sam.

"I'm 19 going on 40," she said.

Congressman Johnson was a freak, but only I knew that. He liked them young. Another Madame, one without any heart, was supplying him with young flesh across state lines. It was a federal case, but the Feds didn't know. I was putting it together. I knew Johnson's power. He must have gotten to the kid I interrogated. Shit.

"Get dressed quick," I said, throwing my clothes on. "We got to run."

We were out of the apartment in seconds. As soon as we entered the hallway, I heard the door to the apartment building open. I put my finger to my mouth to keep Sam quiet. Taking off our shoes and walking as quietly as possible, making my hands full with the half full champagne bottle in one and my black patent leather shoes in the other, we headed to the back stairs and out the back entrance. As we ran down the alley my mind began shuffling through anyone who owed me a favor, a big favor.

Sally was a forty year old beauty whose idiot husband didn't realize what he had. When nobody believed her that she thought the scumbag was out to kill her, it finally came to me. A PI I had drinks with told me her story. Like everyone else, he had turned her down. After all she was gorgeous and her husband was a charmer who owned (well, she owned) and ran a bunch of new car lots. Being that she was notoriously beautiful and wanting to prove a theory that if anyone knew women it's me, I contacted her. She told me he had been seeing some twenty year old model on the side, and that he would get nothing if they divorced, but would gain everything if she died. I could see immediately that she wasn't crazy, and after we had a wonderful, no holds barred fuck, which she thanked me for, having not had any for way too long, I was completely convinced. We set up a phony hit man and recorded the call. After paying the guy off, her husband was gone from her life forever. We had an occasional fuck, but lived different lives, so thankfully she didn't put a claim on me as her man.

The phone rang five times before a sleepy Sally picked up.

"Isn't it late even for you to come over?" she said.

"I wish it was just that, Sally. I'm in trouble. I need a car. I have to leave the country."

"What's going on?" she sounded worried.

"It's bad. I'm not sure what it is, but I know it's bad. All I can say is there may be some bullshit written about me soon, and you shouldn't believe it. God knows I ain't no saint, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to sound like the biggest sinner ever. Can you come pick us up and get us a car now?"

"Of course, Cody. Where are you?"

I gave her the address. She arrived relatively soon, bless her heart, still wearing her nighty under a long coat. When Sam and Sally met, there was a moment of jealousy which became a moment of recognition. "Aren't you Joe Goldberg's kid?" asked Sally.

"The lawyer?" I asked. Joe Goldberg was one of the best defense attorneys in all of Tennessee.

"Yes," said Sam in a sad, quiet voice.

"What the fuck?" I thought.

The car was a very nicely appointed Buick Regal. Instead of driving us to one of her lots, she drove us to her house or rather, her three stories, 10 room, plantation style mansion.

"I'll put your name on the insurance tomorrow morning. I thought it would be better than driving around with dealer plates," Sally said. She got out and so did I. We hugged and kissed goodbye. "I'm going to miss you, Cody."

"I'll miss you too. Thanks for helping. Thanks for trusting me."

"I love you, silly. Look me up when you're back in town."

"Don't hold your breath."

"I won't," she said. A tear trickled down. That's something I had never seen before. She held my hand, letting it go at the last moment as she walked into her mansion.

First we swung by my apartment, noticing the unmarked car in front, and then by Sam's, with the same result. Then, after stopping at an ATM to get as much cash as possible from my check card and charge cards and Sam's charge and check card, we took off. "No looking back, Sam..." I said to myself, looking at my beautiful fellow fugitive in her scanty, sexy summer dress and trashy white fake fur coat, "...or you'll turn into a pillar of salt."

We headed north first, hoping to throw off any tracers. Once the stores opened, we found a mall in Cairo, Illinois and stocked up on clothing, food and cash. I paid cash for the atlas and guidebooks on Mexico, thinking they could trace a charge receipt with details on the purchase to me if I charged it. Otherwise everything was on the cards, including filling the tank. We swung back to Memphis where I met up with a forger. It took four hours to become George and Mary Johnson on licenses, passports, car registrations, and insurance cards. The quick job cost me extra, but I felt we were still good for cash. The roll lightened further with a visit to a local hacker I had used a couple times. We were now in the system. Next stop Brownsville Texas and across the border to Mexico.

After we polished off the champagne we bought another bottle of the same stuff. We were a little drunk and a lot horny, so we made a couple exits to find places for some front seat fun. We tried a quicky fuck, but poor Sam was still sore, so mostly we pleasured each other orally.

It was a pleasant journey all considering. We told stories about our lives, keeping it as light as possible. That all changed when we crossed the border. Lying in bed in the cheap and smelly hotel room we rented in Valle Hermosa, pouring the gold tequila down our throats, our conversation got frisky. Normally I avoided at all cost telling my lover of past conquests, but Sam insisted, so I described a couple of misadventures with the fairer sex. By the end of the second, a pretty blonde lass canvassing for Christianity who succumbed instantly to temptation at my door, turning out to be one wild ride around the world, ending up with an ass fuck, I was fucking Sam's ass and she was cumming, her screams of pleasure muffled by the pillow. Again I passed out while she cleaned up my soiled groin.

Waking to another fantastic blowjob, the Mexican sun brightening the room despite the yellowed shades, she stopped the mouth work and fisted me while she talked.

It began with a question. "How'd you get to be such a great cocksucker?" I asked, nearing blast off until she started using her hand only.

"I love sex, Cody," she began. "It started with a neighborhood kid. And it wasn't a slow process. We were fucking by the second time we played. By the first I had made him cum in my mouth. Luckily we went to different schools, so I never got the loose reputation, at least not until my senior year. I was always the class brain, a bit of a loner. After a twosome with another boy, the first boy shied away from me. But others kept cumming, so to speak. Even a couple of girls were involved. The first time I was fucked in the ass was a client of my dad's, a rich Latino outlaw. I had never cum so much in my life. That's when my tramp nature was revealed to the exclusive private school I was attending. I lured many into my trap, boys and girls, working my way to the top, with the star athlete and head cheerleader my final captives, the last little orgy. The geeks and stoners were much more fun fucks. Anyway, my dad was slow to recognize my horny nature, but clues kept piling up. He gave me the lecture about safe sex and the dangers of promiscuity. Then he sent me off to Europe, where I spent the summer fucking and sucking fellow tourists and locals from England to Italy. The longest I spent with any one man was a month in Madrid with Carlos, who was nearly as inexhaustible as me. We pretty much spent the month in bed. When I got home, Dad sent me to the strictest college he could find. I didn't care. I was away from Nashville with a whole new group of potential conquests. But the strictness was fatal. After the second time caught having sex el fresco, I was kicked out. My dad tried to ground me when I returned, but I decided to investigate the local escort services and cat houses, sneaking out of the house when he was at work. I even paid a couple of the girls for some action. Both women seemed to like the work. After dancing at a local strip club during the day, which I did not find nearly intimate or sexy enough, even the lap dances were cold; I decided to talk to Madame Rosa. Her place seemed clean and organized, and the girls were pretty. She gave me a tour and let me spy on some action. I began to have my doubts about the career choice. The girls seemed to be going through the motions. It was a job. A debate raged. Maybe because I like sex so much, it would never turn into that. I told Rosa I'd think about it. I began looking at escort services and independents on the internet. I even began designing my own escort web page. Rosa called me about a month after the tour. She said she wanted me to join her house, to give it a try, and she would set me up with her favorite John for a treat. I thought ‘why not?', and that's when we met.

By the end of her monologue, despite her hand job, my penis was sagging. She began the mouth treatment, with little success. It could have been fatigue or overuse of my pleasure organ, but I thought it was something else.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, Cody. I love you. And you, darling?"

"I love you too. Have you ever loved anyone before?"

"Never. You?"

"Nope. So we have no clue where this is going."

"Does anyone?" Sam was a smart girl.

"Guess not," I said as she got up and crawled onto the bed, snuggling up to me and giving me a loving kiss.

"Let's take a nap and see what comes up later," she said, playfully tapping my hang dog penis.

We ended up outside of Monterrey. I found a ranch that could use a hired hand. It took a week to recover from saddle sores, with Sam nursing the rashes and the nearby pussy filler. My hat was of the cowboy variety again, but I like to think of it as a sombrero. Luckily we knew Spanish well enough to get to know the ranchers and fellow workers. Despite my blond hair, I wasn't treated too much like a stranger from a strange land. Sam helped out in the kitchen, which she said she loved. It was the first real work she had ever done. She mostly did the prepping and cleaning, but was learning the art of Mexican cooking. Being a quick study, I'm sure she would have provided me with some excellent burritos. Only...

It had been three months, probably the best I have ever had, before they caught up to her. Our love had continued to grow, and the sex never got old. We even spiced it up with a gorgeous seniorita, a lusty wench from the local watering hole. Watching Sam lick the Indian woman to orgasm while I fucked her, or having the woman lick Sam and I while we fucked were peak moments in my busy sexual history.

I awoke one morning, and for the first time since meeting Sam I was alone. I looked to see if her stuff was still there. Despite our love, I had always been paranoid that her nymphomania would drive her away. As far as I could tell, her stuff remained, except three telling absences: her purse, her boots and her black leather jacket. If she had left, it sure had been in a hurry. I was stunned with worry. When I opened the door to look around the house, my foot slipped on paper. I picked it up.

Everything was in the note. Two men had grabbed her while she was having a smoke. They told her her father had sent them. She offered them money with no result. Then she offered them her body. They told her that if they didn't return her to her father they were going to be fired. She negotiated the letter, letting them enjoy her fine body and the amazing things she could do with it. She described the fucking and sucking in detail, probably figuring it would be the only memento of our own sex. Then she told me it was her fault that I got fucked in Nashville. Her father had set me up to teach Sam a lesson and at the same time to get rid of my threat to Congressman Johnson. A bird in the hand, as they say... She said they had created the slander about my thing for underage prostitutes, so there was no possibility of returning. There was a round, slightly discolored spot there. I licked it. It was salty.

"Goodbye, my one and only love, forever."

She signed it "Mary". I chuckled through the tears.

That was the last time I was fully conscious for five years. I drank and drank and drank and drank. If I fucked in that time, I couldn't remember, probably for the best. I dimly remember a fat, mean broad trying to coax one out of me.

I found myself at rock bottom somewhere in the middle of Mexico. Now in my mid-thirties, my body was worn out by all the poison. In a moment of near sobriety, I had stashed away a roll of dough in Monterrey. I decided to retrieve it and head home, to Cody. A local doctor got me some pills to help me detox. I couldn't remember where I had last seen Sally's Buick, so I bought an old Chevy pickup that seemed to still have some spunk, probably more than I had. I took the trip slow, stopping at any gym or YMCA to work the poisons out of my system and get me back into shape. Not that I was flabby. The jobs I had managed to keep for a few weeks were physical, hard work. And I never ate much. But all the liquor had given me the beginnings of a belly, either via all the calories or the bloating, maybe both.

When I finally reached Cody, I stopped by my mom and dad's ranch. They had aged considerably since I had left them behind 20 years before. It was an uncomfortable reunion. They had gotten rid of me in their mind in order to survive the loss. They didn't want me there, and I didn't really care to stay. I headed north and west ending up here in Montana, on the outskirts of Missoula. I was looking for ranch work. The search brought me to my angel of second chances.

Nancy Rogers Jefferson was a widow, freshly made. Her husband had been a hard man with a soft touch for liquor and an anger fueled by those spirits along with the spirit of the Lord. Unlike me, the guy could not drink and drive. After a few attempts at unpremeditated suicide by car accident, he had finally succeeded. I knew this about him because Nancy had told me at our first meeting.

The ranch was old, but well kept. The spread wasn't large, but it looked like there was enough there to do okay. I had the want ads with her notice in my hand when I knocked on her door. She answered dressed in blue jeans, a flannel shirt and moccasins. She filled her plain clothes nicely. When she turned to let me in, I noticed her breasts were free to move, no bra there, but they still held proudly. Not quite the disproportionate globes of my long lost Sam, they looked to be more than a hand full and seemed to fit the gentle curves. When I finally studied her pretty long face with a cute nose and blue-gray eyes, I noticed she was giving me the once over, too. I was wearing my best rural outfit, new blue jeans and nice off white cotton shirt. Her glances somehow excited me, and I felt the pressure of my fattening cock expanding the zipper area of my jeans. I could tell she had noticed the change. A brief glint of interest was there in her eyes.

"Cody Smith," I said and shook her hand. It was a nice hand, strong and a roughened, but nice.

"Nancy, Nancy Jefferson," she said.

"I came about the job," I said

She nodded and motioned me to the dining room table. Aside from that brief glint, her emotions were hidden.

"Coffee?" she asked as I sat.

"If you got some made," I said.

"Sure do. Cream and sugar?" she asked as she entered her kitchen. I watched the movement of her posterior. It was strong and subtle and round, like her tits.

"Black's fine."

She returned with two mugs. I took a sip. It was strong. It felt good going down.

She went on about the job, and I let her know that I'd been doing such things for many years. It wasn't a comfortable conversation. She seemed held back somehow. I decided to break through. It had been a long time since I had put my seduction skills to work, but I was feeling confident that day, more than I had in five years. I figured, "what the hell, it's only a job," and went for it.

"Look," I began, "you seem like a nice lady, and I sure wouldn't mind having a nice boss such as yourself. But I get the feeling you're not too comfortable with me. Let me put my cards on the table. I'd like to get to know you Nancy, but if the feeling isn't mutual, then we'll be sure I'm not the guy for you." The last sentence was purposefully ambiguous, and it got a little rise out of her. "You busy right now?"

"I guess I can hold off on the chores a little while."

"Well, if it works out, I'll be helping you with those chores," I said with a smile. She actually smiled back. It was a brief warming before the coldness returned, but that moment held promise. She had an exciting, stimulating smile. I held onto it, letting it excite me a little until I could get more of that warmth.

I gave her my whole story, grit and all, leaving out most of the sex of course. The funny thing was what little I left in caused the most reaction. She asked me to describe the girls I mentioned and how they looked. I, of course, used those moments as a way to compliment her beauty. When I got to Sam and my last few years, she was touched. Her eyes dampened. A tear slid out.

"Do you love her still?" she asked.

"I guess I will always love her. But she's a memory now. The funny thing is, the way she was, it probably wouldn't have lasted. Maybe a year or two at the most and she would have gone off chasing some new flesh.

"I suppose. I don't know. I'm sure not like her."

"But anyway I've changed a lot since then. I'm a new man. I don't drink. I don't go chasing after every girl I see. I sure would like to settle down. What do you mean you're not like Sam?"

"I never had much luck...I mean...I've never been so free to...you know...I don't know what its like to have sex where I would want it like she would or like some of those girls you talked about would."

"Really?" She nodded. "But it can be, I don't know how to describe it, ultimately satisfying."

"Yeah, well, let me tell you the ultimate unsatisfying story."

And she did. She had a loveless marriage for fifteen years, since the age of 18 to a sterile man who would practically rape her, cum and pass out. It was a horror story.

"No outside pursuits?" I asked.

"With the crappy sex and the fear of God that SOB gave me, I just wasn't interested. But you know what? I'm burying that shit. I'm burying it in the same stinking grave as I buried my husband!"

I took her hands, warm with emotion, and we stared into each other's eyes. The tears, still pooled in her blue eyes, had washed away the barrier. I stood and guided her to her feet. We hugged. Her strong body felt good. When she felt my hardness, she pressed herself against it. I was pleasantly surprised by her determination. Her eyes dampened my shirt at the shoulder. She was a perfect fit.

We kissed. She wasn't used to kissing. I coaxed her lips and teeth open with my tongue, seeking her tongue to heat her up. When the tips touched, she backed away.

"Trust me Nancy. Some of this may be strange, maybe seeming a little disgusting, but trust me."

She smiled a wicked smile that I now know well and love. It was like Sam's stare. It turns me on completely.

"I want it all, Cody," she said. I guess I'd broken through the barrier, and the result was a flood of lust. "I'm a grown woman. Give me what every grown woman deserves."

"Bedroom?"

"I have a better idea." She led me by my hand out the door and into the stable. She threw some blankets on the wooden planks of its floor. "I have had one fantasy in my life. Me sneaking out to meet the ranch hand and seducing him right here on this hard floor while my husband's snoring away in his drunken stupor."

She opened up my shirt. "Nice," she said, rubbing her hand across my firm torso. We kissed with tongue play. Her thighs pushed against mine. They felt hot. I unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts. I attacked them with my mouth, weighing them with my hands. For a woman in her mid-thirties she was in amazing shape. My mouth was causing her to purr. She grabbed her belt, but I pushed her hands away.

"Let me," I said. Undoing the buckle and the button and unzipping, I rolled the jeans along with the panties straight off. She stepped out of her moccasins, kicking them and her pants away. When the shirt was tossed, she was naked, breathtaking. Her soft subtle curves, her soft, strong flesh, even the forest of blonde hair hiding her hungry, purring pussy made my heart palpitate. I knelt before my new found goddess of redemption and tasted her sweet nectar. No teasing for Nancy, not this time. Before she could back away, I stuck my tongue deep inside her sweet smelling cunny and lapped up the cream, causing it to flow even more. I could feel the hum of her pleasure on my tongue as I stroked it across her clit.

"Ooh," she moaned. Her knees wobbled, but she held. I wanted her opened to my attack. I threw off my shirt and lay against the hard floor.

"Come sit on my face," I said.

She smiled wickedly and looked around. Then she dashed across the space, grabbed a cowboy hat, slapped it on with a laugh and returned to me. She lowered her pussy slowly down to my mouth. My hands guided her, holding her ass, until her pussy was where I wanted it. My hands on her firm cheeks pulled her open. I sucked her little clit. She groaned loudly. I ravaged her pussy. Her hips began to rock in response. My tongue darted in and out. My mouth sucked her cunny lips. My hands moved from her ass so my fingers could assist in the ravaging. They opened her up for my mouth. They fucked her, first one then two then three fingers stroking her slick passage. The middle finger found the rough area of her g-spot as my tongue pressed against her clit.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" she moaned. Her body went still, then convulsed. I felt the ripple of her inner flesh and was washed by her nectar as it poured forth. I eased my tongue from her now hyper-sensitive clit, but continued fucking her with my fingers. "Too good," she sighed.

"More?" I asked.

"Fuck me," she answered.

I continued to kiss her pussy lips while my hands undid my jeans. Once open, she slid her body down. She pulled my pants past my knees. Her eyes widened when she saw my mighty weapon.

"So big," she said. "Way bigger than my husbands. Will it fit?" She was straddling me, ready to send my cock home to roost. Her mouth was open, her tongue licking her lips.

"We'll make room." I replied. Her hands took hold of it, caressing it, loving it, guiding it.

I felt the heat on the tip. It felt like the pearly gates. And when she began easing down, her tight walls felt like heaven. Resting my elbows on the ground, my hands held the strong globes of her ass, assisting her descent. I watched between her stretched open thighs as my pole was tightly sheathed. It was a wonderful sight, a wonderful feeling. She rose up, and I could see the lips cling desperately to my shaft, and then she slid down. By the forth slow up and down movement I was completely buried. We held there for a moment, enjoying the subtle pulsing. Then she rose up. My tip was nearly out before she sunk it back in deep.

Her pussy rose and fell faster and faster and harder and harder. I watched the action, so long unseen. My hands took hold of her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Her motion became frenzied, up and down, hard and fast, riding the crazed bronco, which was me.

My balls felt tight, ready to let go. I pushed into her with rapid thrusts, and then held her hard against me. I could feel the cervix at the very tip. My cum exploded into her womb. She wailed with pleasure. I felt her orgasmic pulses. The liquid slipping between the close contact of pussy and cock was a warm flow of two love juices combined. I looked up at her. Her blush covered her face and chest. She smiled down at me. She looked ultimately satisfied.

We were more than physically stuck together. Emotionally we were one. And nine months later we would be three. I don't know if it was that fuck, or the missionary position or the doggy style later that produced my first child, but we are happy of the outcome.

After we recovered from our first love making, she lay down beside me, placing the too small cowboy hat on my brow, and whispered in my ear, "Back in the saddle again, huh loverboy?"

"Tell you the truth, you did the riding and I was the saddle," I replied smiling. We kissed. It was warm and loving.

"Quite the saddle horn you got there," she said, and bestowed her wicked smile on me.