by Ella Hilton
As her climax was slowing, he rammed his huge cock into her and made her come even harder. He fucked her fast and hard while she matched his rhythm and called his name loudly. She was driven to an amazing height of ecstasy and as he drilled into her and an orgasm began to build again she gripped his back with her long nails, he was about to come too. She rolled over and rode him with her tits bouncing in his face. Her nails were digging into his chest he started to come, she could feel his cock pulsing in her tight pussy and it made her come too. She kissed him deeply and passionately and rode him through his orgasm. They lay next to each other, absolutely in bliss. They spent the rest of the afternoon under the palm tree and she knew that he was the one she had been missing.
The End.
The Ride
It was a beautiful spring afternoon and she rode her horse Peppermint through the open fields just outside the city. She came here every day after work, rode and then took care of her horse and helped the keepers for a few hours before heading home. When she arrived today she noticed a gentleman there she had never seen before. This was not uncommon as people were always coming bringing new horses for boarding, as well as for riding lessons. Something about this one caught her eye though as she pulled up. He was walking away from leading a beautiful palomino toward the stable. He was a little different from most of the people who came here she noticed. He wore nice pants and a dress shirt, yet did not seem uncomfortable or out of place there. She parked her car and headed toward the stable to get Peppermint for their afternoon ride.
As she entered she looked around the barn. She saw him in one of the stalls with his horse and quickly walked past toward Peppermint. As she began putting the saddle on her horse a voice came from over her shoulder. "Hello" he said, "my name is Mike, and that is my horse Midnight." She quickly turned, half startled, have excited. She started to introduce herself but she could not find the words. Her eyes gazed upon his rugged yet soft face, her eyes lost in his deep green eyes, trapped in an eternal stare. "I am Peppermint and that is Ally, I mean I am Ally and this is Peppermint," She said. She extended her hand to him and he to her. He grasped her hand firmly yet gently and shook holding on to her delicate hand as they stared at each other in awkward silence.
He was a large man almost 6' big broad shoulders, dark hair with streaks of gray. He had a rugged look about him yet at the same time looked as soft as a teddy bear and as gentle as a kitten. They broke their handshake a he walked around her horse and began patting him down and demanding what a fine animal it was. He walked all the way around her horse his eyes never really moving from her delicate face. He came back around to the other side of the horse and asked if she was about to ride. She nodded her head signaling yes. "Mind if I join you?" he asked. "I am new here and would love to be shown the area by someone who knows."
"I would love to," she responded as she finished saddling her horse. They each led their horses out and then mounted and headed out to the wilderness. They rode side by side talking to each other. She showed him the area and talked about all of the people at the stables and all of their little idiosyncrasies. He listened intently and looked around as she pointed out areas to avoid and those not to miss.
They went to a stream and got down from the horses. They took the reins and lead the horses along the stream bank. They continued to talk and enjoy the scenery. She took him to a spot she normally let Peppermint drink from. They tied the horses to a tree and began to walk through the tall grass as they drank and rested. She extended her hands out like a little child running through the weeds letting her hands gently bend the tips of the tall delicate grass. He watched her as she closed her eyes and continued walking, her hands still outstretched. The sun was beginning to lower in the late afternoon sky and the orange and red hues danced in the grass and off her face. Mike walked over in front of her, her eyes still closed. She walked into him and opened her eyes somewhat confused, knowing there was nothing in the middle of this field she could have run into. Before she could make sense of what was happening he had placed his strong soft hands on her cheeks and lifted her mouth to his. She started to push away from him, but as their lips met her body weakened and she gave in to him. They stood there in the tall grass, kissing the sun coming closer to setting behind them.
Their kiss became more passionate and intense as their tongues began darting around in each other's mouth. Their breathing became more intense and their hearts were pounding through their chests almost searching the other one out. Her arms wrapped around his thick frame squeezing and holding on is if she was falling and was holding on for her life. Her hands began to frantically roam over his back, rubbing, clawing, and searching for his flesh. His hands still holding her head now slowly slid down over her neck to her shoulders then on to her hips before reaching around to the small of her back.
She pulled back from him and unwrapped her arms only to reach around and begin unbuttoning his shirt exposing the masculine hairs on his strong chest. She was tugging trying to pull his shirt from his pants as she undid each button. His hands still draped around her hips began tugging at her shirt, tearing it from the grasp of her jeans. As he began sliding it upward she had freed his shirt and was sliding the sleeves over his arms. He stopped and let her take his shirt off where she threw it to the ground. He lifted her shirt over her head and threw it on top of his then pulled her back into him and continued kissing her. As they kissed he began undoing her bra unbuckling then sliding it off of her arms and on to the now forming pile of clothes.
As their half naked bodies pressed together in the warm sun they kisses as her hands slid down to his pants. Her fingers methodically groped and probed for his button trying to undo it. She found it; undoing the button and then tugging in hopes the zipper would surrender and fall on its own. She moved from his lips and began kissing his neck and chest working down his torso not missing an inch of his flesh as she began to lower herself. She began sliding his pants down as her tongue and lips worked over his strong chest then his stomach. She was on her knees as she reached the top of his boxers; she paused, looked up at him then ran her hand over the front of the smooth cool fabric. She ran her hands over the bulge teasing him, outlining his glorious cock with her delicate touch.
His cock began to grow, swelling in his shorts. She reached in felt around grabbed his manhood between her fingers and released it from its prison. Without hesitation she traced the pink head of his cock with her tongue her hand still wrapped around the base. He continued to harden as she teased his flesh, kissing softly, running her tongue all over gently. Quickly she parted her lips and began taking the throbbing member into her mouth. Just as quickly as she had taken him into her mouth his cock came out exposing the slick shiny coat of saliva now there. She continued rocking her head back and forth, taking him in and out of her mouth listening to his moans grow louder each time. He stopped her and began to fall to his knees pushing her down as he did.
She lay back in the grass as he knelt between her legs and began unbuttoning her pants. She arched her back raising her ass as he slid the pants down her legs before they landed in the pile with the rest of the clothes. He reached back up and slid her red thong down exposing her beautiful womanhood, which was now glistening in the warm afternoon air. He leaned in and began kissing her stomach then worked down her naked flesh toward her tingling clit. He began kissing her letting his lips gently tease her clit before massaging it gently with this tongue. He could not restrain himself, his tongue pushed down her slit spreading her lips opening her up to the world. Her juices, flowing like a river, were being slowly lapped up with his tongue.
She again arched her back and began wiggling as he probed his tongue in and out of her lovely pussy. She reached down and grabbed his hair and began pulling, her muscles beginning to tighten as he fucked her with his thick tongue. She came there in the field bucking his face coating him with her juices, her screams echoing through the wilderness. After she had caught her breath she pulled away fro
m him then pushed him onto his back. She crawled beside him and slid his boxers from his hips revealing his now fully erect cock pointing straight up toward the heavens. She threw a leg over him as if she were mounting her horse then guided her slick cunny toward his cock. She wiggled around teasing him, coating the tip of his erection with her sweet slick juices before taking him inside of her.
Inch by inch she took him inside of her until there was no more. She sat their not moving with his cock inside of her. It felt so perfect. She began wiggling her hips around in circles, then rocking her ass up and down slightly. She again began to moan and her breath became short once again. She looked down at his handsome face to see his eyes barely open as his hips began to move in rhythm with hers. Their bodies still pressed together they kissed. She could feel the need to cum again and she sat up, her body upright, her pussy filled with his hard cock. The setting sun casting lovely colors on to her naked flesh, warming it from the outside as her blood began to boil inside. Her movements became faster and more direct as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. His hands began to move over her body, squeezing her lovely breasts as they passed over then resting on her hips grabbing tightly as if to guide her.
He could feel her tightening around him and he knew she was going to cum at any moment. He could also feel his own orgasm beginning to build. She began calling out his name as she rocked faster on his member. His hands still grasped on her hips as his thrusts quickened to match hers. She clamped down even tighter and ground her hips into his. She began to experience an orgasm like none she had ever had. He began calling to her, telling her that he was about to cum. The sun was now falling over the horizon, the mixture of colors fading as twilight began to set in.
Her head lowered her eyes looking into his as she felt him thrust, his hot cum shooting into her mixing with her own juices. They stared into each other's eyes as they both came and then she dropped into his arms as they finished. Their sweaty bodies wrapped together, they kissed trying to catch their breath. They lay there in the grass for an eternity still wrapped in each other's embrace. They spent time lying in the grass staring into the stars for a while before dressing and heading to the horses. As they reached the horses he stopped her and took her in his arms and began kissing her again. They mounted their steeds and headed off into the moonlight.
The End.
Destiny
He didn't know the exact moment it occurred. The first time he sensed that there was something special about this lady. Just the thought of her lured him closer. There was something that would lessen his innate shyness and make him forget that she was not a part of his world. Smiling he thinks not yet, not just yet.
He felt as if he were divided between doing the right thing or satisfying that hunger for the feelings in his soul. The conversations were innocent at first, casual and easy chatting of two people getting to know each other. They shared common ideals, wishes and dreams. But at some point his feelings altered. He went from genuine concern for her well being to wanting to affect that well being, in a positive manner. Something deeper than conversation could quench. But their common circumstances dictated their relationship should go no further. However much they needed the joy and stimulation of something far greater.
Whenever he talked to her, spent a few moments with her, he felt a stimulating and delightful sense of arousal that her simple presence caused. They should simply depart from each others company and not complicate their lives. However, as time went on it was impossible to do so, to do so would deny the stars exist or the moon rise for lovers. This yearning for her mere presence was a storm brewing in his very soul. He took refuse in the anonymity of numbers and he hid among the many.
On that fateful afternoon he went downtown to take care of some mundane business, the very reason escaped him. She was window shopping along Main Street as he was going to his car. Pleasantries were exchanges and they strolled down the street. Her window shopping was forgotten, the warm sun and pleasant company had seen to that. As it always seemed to happen when she was near, mild flirtations, friendly smiles and a feigned frown every now and then marked their conversations.
Asking her where her car was parked he learned that she had been dropped off and that she was going to call a neighbor to come and get her. She hated driving downtown and hated finding a parking space worse. But she loved the old shopping section and visited there often. Without thinking, or was it something subliminal, he offered her a ride home and was pleasantly surprised with the ease at which she accepted. The ride home was a bit awkward for him but her light conversation put him at ease. Pulling in her driveway he noted the absence of another car. Her response was that her car was in the garage and the other car that was usually there wasn't. Not wanting to walk on those egg shells, he exited his side. Opening her door he was about to wish her a good day when she asked if he would like to come in and have a cool drink. He remembered he stammered rather than spoke but the answer was yes.
Following her up the steps to the front door first he noticed how well her shorts accentuated her form, her smooth legs, in proportion to the whole frame and how incredibly sexy she walked. He covered these thoughts with light banter about the neighborhood and such. He did notice she scanned the whole street from one side to the other with a measured intent. Once inside she turned to him and with a sweep of her arm motioned him in. It was at that instant that he realized how incredibly sensuous she was. He had always appreciated the latent eroticism of her mind but now he saw a convergence of mind and body into one wonderfully sexy person. It was if he were seeing the whole of her for the first time. She is slightly shorter than average height and it belied the energy her dark eyes foretold.
She ushered him to the kitchen where the drinks waited and suddenly stopping short. He nearly bumped into her. Turning around she is almost uncomfortably close. Uncomfortable that is for someone else, he wanted to be even closer. She asked something about the type of drink he fancied but he didn't hear. He was drinking in her beauty and had no use for liquid. Instinctively she understood that he had other things on his mind and she flushed a slight red in the cheeks. However, she didn't move or speak, or look away. Her only move was to sweep her hair aside and stand her ground. Leaning forward he kissed her, touching her only with his lips, his hands never touching her. She pressed back against his lips and he heard an ever so slight moan. Standing straight she wheeled around and continued her banter from the exact place she stopped, neither acknowledging nor denying that the short kiss had occurred.
Walking into the kitchen, she sensed a yearning within, feelings she hadn't had in quite sometime. Dismissing the sensations as foolishness, she opened the refrigerator door and peered within. "Hmmm, coke, iced tea, or lemonade" she said, as much to herself as to him. His mind is still a bit flustered, not sure if she approved or rejected the incident occurring just seconds ago, "iced tea" will do fine. "It has no sweetener, but I do use fresh mint."
"Just the way I like it," he said. When she turned to hand him the cold tea she had a smile that he'd never seen on her before. He was sure it was because of the tiny kiss but couldn't think of a way to follow up on that. She swept her hair over one ear and invited him to sit in the den. The room is large and airy with many places to sit but she suggested he sit on the overstuffed sofa. Instead of sitting he looked over at her with a soft smile captivated by what he had seen in her eyes. Wanting to make some sort of physical contact with her, he reached out his hand, indicating his desire for her to sit near him. Taking the proffered hand she glided next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said 'thank you'. "Are you always so mannerly?" she asked. A bit flustered he said "of course."
"Well, the operative part of mannerly is 'man'" she said. That was a signal to him to take her in his arms and kiss her deeply, tasting her lips, touching her tongue.
The first kiss, the first real kiss, lasted an entirety. Deep and heart felt they both signaled the passion within. When at last parted, he t
ried to ease her onto the sofa but she resisted. Seeing the puzzled look in his eyes, she said "not just yet" and kissed him again just as deeply as the first, but with more ardor and passion. Without breaking the kiss he could feel her hands on the buttons of his shirt. Now he understood and taking his lead from her, he did the same to her blouse. Their heads were swaying from side to side as if they were trying to drive their tongues deeper. When he reached her shorts he continued unbuttoning, as she unbuckled his belt. Her zipper was quickly opened and he hooked his thumbs in the seam and slowly eased her shorts over her lovely butt. She had his zipper down and was doing the same to his pants. Her shorts and his pants hit the ground at the same time. She, while still kissing, nudged him easily to the side as they stepped free of their lower garments. Taking the blouse by the collar and down the shoulders, it was away and free, as easily as she pulled his shirt way.
They kissed the kiss of lovers, no hurry, no urgency; they both knew where they were going but wanted to enjoy the journey as much as the destination. Standing back she said to him, "Well, have a seat." Sitting quickly, she remained standing and said to him, "Wow you're a slow starter, but know how to accelerate when you need to." He had a guilt pang and asked if it was alright to be here like this. She eased his mind with the kind of shoos they give children with small fears. He quit his half hearted protests and looked at her standing there.
