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“Cove, I need you.”  Amy says… then…

“pop… pop… pop”  The sounds of small explosions off in the distance echos across the lake.  Fireworks are being shot off on the other side.  “That TightFit…” I think, “…what great timing.”

Amy is settled into my lap… straddling me… our bodies hot with desire… kissing… hands roaming each other.  Amy slides up my legs… the heat of her feels wonderful… “Oh my God,” my thoughts race through my mind, “she's positioning herself.”

She reaches down, taking me in her hand… guiding it as she hunches forward.. just the head goes in… I twitch.. she hunches again… I push down.. more goes in. 

We both moan into our kiss…. “pop… pop, pop, pop.. pop”  more fireworks  light up the sky… reflecting on the water.  Our own fireworks are beginning.  Amy riding… me thrusting hard… passionate movements…. my hands find their way to her breasts… squeezing… fondling…

Amy is moving back and forth… back and forth… up and down… up and down.  I'm holding on… moving too… hands wandering everywhere and anywhere… thrusting into each push… each movement.  Mouths hungrily kissing… deep… breathing increasing.

I can feel the chair moving from our exertions, sliding in the sandy soil.  I can feel it building into a crescendo.  All the excitement from the night…. being trussed up by Moonie and the nearly naked Pafe and Satoire… Amy gyrating on my lap… the deep kisses from her.  Mollie's sultry walk… the kisses from Miss Stone and Miss Brandy… twice. 

The drive to the lake… four wheeling through the woods, feeling Amy bouncing off me… watching her as she moved when setting the camp up… the kissing…  stripping the wolf costume from her… all of it building into this one monemt… this one speck of time.

Aroused by our movements, I'm quickly passing the point of no return.  Amy's riding hard… like a woman possessed… the chair moves again…  I can feel it buckling to one side… then  CRASH… we hit the ground hard, but we don't stop.  Harder and harder she rides… grinding herself against me… she too, is nearing that point… balancing on the edge… just one more push… one more touch….

“pop… pop,pop… pop“

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For another rip roaring good time… I'm throwing my hat into the ring. 

These are always fun… still need to do my report from the last one… heheh

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Thank you Miss Brandy…

I too have my Daddy in my thoughts today.  And like Jayc, I know that's where I got my love of life from, not to mention my sense of humor.  Dad was a prankster, and taught me how to whittle, play guitar, hunt, fish, ride, shoot, rope, and how to do Dad things.  Not a day goes by where I don't think of him.

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Amy's arms are around my neck, and she's holding on tight.  All my senses are getting tangled up into her.  I can feel her breathing… I can hear each breath she takes… I can smell the spearmint… I can taste her, and the lingering margaritas…my eyes are closed, but in my mind I can see how we are.  My arms wrapped around her… each of my hands cupping a cheek of that lovely tush.

I lift with my arms and hands and Amy responds with a little hop… still kissing she wraps her legs around me, hooking her feet together at the ankles.  Spinning us, I move closer to the truck and set her onto the open tail gate.  My hands find the bow of the laces at the back of her costume… I pull and feel the knot open.

Amy's hands quickly move to the lapel of my vest and she pulls it backwards from me.  I allow my arms to move back and the vest is pulled from me and falls to the ground.

Our kiss is hungrier now… the passions increasing… our desires building… I pull the head cover of the wolf costume off of her and toss it where I think it will land in the bed of the truck. Those small hands of Amy slide down to my jeans.. the belt is unbuckled… then the top button… I pull on the laces in the back of her costume… the costume opens some… Another button on my jeans is opened down the fly… another lace pull… her costume opens more…  Still kissing… as I pull the rest of the laces through the eyelets and Amy opens all the buttons on the fly…

The corset part of the she-wolf costume falls between us… kissing her deeper now… breathing increasing… I grab the costume and toss that into the truck bed as Amy's hand snakes into my opened jeans…  The dwarfs didn't think of putting any drawers in with my clothing… I moan into our kiss when Amy's hand finds me… stiff and hard.

Breaking our kiss, I step back… grabbing roughly at the bottom portion of her costume, I pull.  Amy, knowing what I want, rolls onto her back as I pull the costume off her… I'm pleasantly surprised to find no panties.  I yank those furry boots off her feet and toss them aside.

Then in a blur of motion, I kick my boots off and shove the jeans to the ground… stepping out of them, I kick them under the truck… tossing my hat onto her heaped costume, I practically rip my shirt off and let it drop to the ground.  Amy pulls those furry cuffs off her arms and tosses them over her shoulder.

With both of us naked now, I step back up and again wrap that petite body into my arms.  Our kiss is even more passionate and deeper than before.

Breaking the kiss again, I scoop Amy into my arms, cradling her and carry her over to the fire.  “With this clear night, it's going to cool off fast.”  I say quietly, “We'll be warmer by the fire.”

I say that, but I'm thinking how much I enjoy holding her this way.  The feel of her arms around my neck… the way her head lays on my shoulder.  She fits perfectly in my arms.  I want her… I want her so bad I can practically taste it… I want to ravage her… lay her down and just take her…

I hear the sounds of Alison Krauss' “Let Me Touch You For A While” playing from the radio, I settle into one of the folding chairs and spit the piece of gum into the fire.  “Don't need that anymore.”  I say.. then I continue, “But I do need you.”  I pull Amy closer.  I begin kissing her lips… then along her chin… down her neck…

I lift her a little and continue kissing along her shoulder… to her chest… down her breasts and capture a nipple between my lips….

Lifting my head up I again kiss her fully on the mouth… our lips move… tongues dance, her weight settles on me… my hand begin to roam her body… wandering through the hills and valleys…

*Alison Krauss
Let Me Touch You For A While*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcXh7rQxVwU

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VRRRRRRRRROOOMMMM…
RRRROOOOAAAARRRRR…

The natural, peaceful sounds of the country night are sharply pierced by the roar and gutteral noise of the 5.7L Hemi Supercharger.  The pick-up truck goes crashing through the brush near the lake, leaving a billowing cloud of dust in its wake.  The headlights sharply cutting into the darkness of the night.

Ducks take to the wing upon the truck's approach, quacking their alarm as they flee to the other side of the lake.  Frogs do panic hops into the water .  The cargo in the bed of the truck bounces and crashes with each rut and bump.  The windows are down, and the slider open… the sounds of The Outlaws are blaring from the truck radio… “YIPPIE  I YAAAYYYY…”  They sing.

I'm driving the truck.  Amy, who is still dressed in that she-wolf costume, is next to me on the bench seat.  We're both jostled and bounced along with the truck.  A little squeal of the tires, shooting stones out as we climb the last ridge, and pull up next to Crystal Lake.  I turn the truck sharply so the tailgate is facing the lake front, we come to a screeching halt, sending up another small cloud of dust, Amy bounces off my arm, making a small squeaking sound, “eeeeep”.

The noise of the Hemi quiets down to a low rumble when I take my foot off the accelerator.  “YIPPIE  I YOHHH… GHOST RIDERS IN..” The Outlaws sing.  I turn the truck off and the sudden quiet is almost deafening.

“Damn, that was fun!”  I exclaim as I stomp on the parking brake pedal, then I pull Amy in for a quick kiss on the lips.  “We're here, Sweets.  Let's get unloaded and set up.”  I switch on the interior lights and the light for the bed of the truck.

Buzzing with sugar from all the sarsparilla I've had, I practically hop out of the truck once I have the door opened, lowering the tailgate with a bang, I climb up and start sorting through the camping gear in the bed of the truck.  Rummaging around, I find the lantern and place that on the roof of the pick-up.  “Sweets.”  I call to Amy as she's getting out of the truck, “In the glove box, there's a box of kitchen matches… would you be a darlin' and hand them to me please?”

Amy does that, and I light the lantern mantels… a bright light emanates from the lantern.  I begin to toss things from the truck.  The tents… sleeping bags… some folding chairs… a folding table.  Everything lands on the ground with a thump or a crash.  Some of the items are loud when landing on top of each other.

Together, Amy and I pitch the tent, hammering the tie down stakes into the ground.  Then I restart the truck… rev the engine a few times.  “MAMA, DON'T LET YOUR…”  Willie Nelson is singing.  I quickly shut the radio off.  Then, hooking up the air pump to the cigarette lighter outlet, we blow up the air mattress.  When fully inflated, we slide that into the tent along with the sleeping bags, blankets and pillows.  We also put our extra clothing in the tent.  I shut the truck engine down and put the air pump behind the seat.

Taking the little pop-up tent, I undo the snaps and toss it.  The tent pops open, and is ready for use.  We stake that one down, too.  Then I put the port-o-pot in the little tent along with a roll of paper, wet wipes and hand sanitizer. 

“Remember, Sweets.”  I say while grinning, “Number two only in the hooter… number one… in the bushes.”  I give Amy a quick kiss on her forehead.

Next we set up the canopy and open the folding picnic table  underneath it, the coolers go under the table and some of the dry goods, too.  We open all the folding chairs and set them up.  “Are you sure your brought enough chairs?”  Amy asks with touch of sarcasm in her voice.

“Heheh.”  I laugh.  “Six ought to do it… you never know… we might get company.”

“Yeah”, she says, looking around, “… company.” 

There's not a soul to be seen.  We're secluded and save for the wildlife, all alone along this piece of the lake.

Picking out a suitable place for the fire, we pile some rocks in a circle to use as a firepit.  There's enough split wood in the bed of the truck for a day or two. 

Gathering up some dry sticks and twigs for kindling, we quickly get a small fire going in the pit, place some of the chairs around it and start a pot of coffee.  I go to the truck, put all the windows up and shut off all the lights.  Next I take the lantern, set it on the table under the canopy and turn it down to just a soft glow.  It's a beautiful, warm night.  The sky is very clear, filled with stars from top to bottom.  There's also a waxing half moon.

I get the old boombox radio from behind the seat and place it on the tail gate.  The cassette deck is no longer functional, but the radio still works good.  I turn it on and dial in a station.  I hear the familiar sounds of a guitar intro and recognize the tune as John Denver's “Cowboy's Delight”.
(    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vb7aEapBoA    )

Popping a piece of chewing gum into my mouth, I take a hold of Amy's hand, I twirl her once and then pull her into my arms…

we begin to dance slowly to the melody of the song.  Quietly we dance, arms folded up, her head on my chest.  We're not speaking, just listening to the music… the chirping of the crickets… and the drone of the bullfrogs from the lake.  In the distance a whip-poor-will repeatedly sounds his lonely song, seeking a reply.

After a minute or two, Amy looks up at me and whispers, “I should take this wolf costume off.”  Her eyes have an allure to them that draws me into her gaze.

“No, no…. don't take it off.”  I say to her, gently pushing her head back into my chest with my hand, enjoying the feel of her body pressed to me as we dance.

“Why not?”  Amy asks, snuggling in closer, her hand moves up my back, between my vest and shirt, her nails gently scratching as her hand climbs.

I softly reply.  “Because, I want to do it.”  Amy looks up at me again, smiling, her eyes twinkling in the flickering light of the campfire, I watch as her eyes close and her head tilts up.  My head tilts down… my eyes close… our lips meet…

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Wow, what a great topic Jayc… thanks for thinking about it.  To me, summer means music…

I'm thinking that after a couple of weeks of this topic, someone should  compile them all into a playlist on youtube.  Then just log in, click the playlist and hear all these wonderful songs.

This one of my new favorite Summertime Songs

Jake Owen
“Barefoot Blue Jean Night”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRh-vBOS-dU

My old favorite Summer Song is

Fleetwood Mac
“Albatross”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8scHKFwr0og

It just says “lazy summer day” to me.

Another good summer song, this one is MoonCalf's theme song… if it ain't, it ought to be.

Gretchen Wilson
“Redneck Woman”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82dDnv9zeLs

My daughter used to sing the “hell yeah” part at the top of her lungs when she was 8… what a hoot!

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Even cookies can do Bukkake
Why can't we?

Enjoy!

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“Hmmmm…  ” I say to Miss Brandy.  “Well played.” 

Turning to Lover, I say… “I'm playing the cards that were dealt… but I thank you for your offer, my friend.”

I pick up a mug and again slowly drain its contents.  The creamy sarsparilla is delicious.  “Sioux City is the best.” I think as I gulp it down.  Third one goes down as easily as the first two.  By the time I get to the last one, it's a struggle to get it all down, my belly bulges from the amount of liquids I just poured into it.

Finally I polish off the last mugfull of sarsparilla.  “Brrrrrraaaaaaaapppp!”  A loud, long belch from deep in my gullet.

“Hold on.”  I say, while pointing a finger up.  “There's a few more in there that need to come out.”

I issue 3 more loud burps and one little one.  I pull the mug off Miss Brandy's shot and make an offer.

“There's still a chance you may want to drink this.”  I say to her… she shakes her head with a vigorous 'NO'… grinning that cheeky grin.

“Joe,”  I say to him, “me and a Cheyenne Brave named Two Feathers once got rip roaring drunk on a bottle of this stuff after a night of carousing.”

“Wow!”  Joe says, gathering up my empty mugs.  “How the hell did you ever get past the first shot?”

“We were already drunk… but even after all that, I never did acquire a taste for it.  Pour me a half of sarsparilla, would you?… for a chaser.”  I ask him… “and put it on Miss Brandy's tab.”

Picking up the shot glass I sniff it and pull back quickly from it's foul, swamp like odor.  “Puked my guts out that night, too.”

Holding it in front of me, I give Miss Brandy a salute with the glass and say “Through the lips and over the gums… look out stomach… here it comes.”  I down the entire glass full in one gulp.  The taste is awful, bringing back memories of being on my knees and laying over a rock in the mountains, puking… with Two Feathers rolling around on the ground, laughing hysterically at me.

Grabbing the sarsparilla I take a few drinks of that too.  I'm beginning to feel like I could spew and wave for folks to step back.  Getting my meaning, the small crowd moves off to the side.

The feeling passes… I take another swig of sarsparilla… but the taste of the Malort is still lingering.  Then I step up to Miss Brandy, and take her shoulders in my hands.  “This is too good not to share.”  I say to her, concluding with “Onion Breath.”

I quickly pull her into a kiss… she struggles, backing up… knocking over a bar stool and tries turning her head… my arms wrap her up… holding her so my hands can hold her head… pressing my lips to hers…  my tongue snakes in… she bites it… I pull it back, then press my thumbs into her cheeks, holding her mouth open with the pressure… again my tongue goes in… a slobbery, wet, Malort flavored kiss.  I can hear laughing and guffawing from around the bar.

Breaking the kiss and turning Miss Brandy loose… I cringe a little waiting for the slap that doesn't come… then I take another swig of sarsparilla from the mug, and slide up next to Amy and push my shoulder into hers.  “The truck's packed,” I say to her, “wanna get out of here?”

“Yes.”  Amy answers.  Our eyes meet and we smile at each other. 

I take Amy's arm into mine and turn to face everyone… taking off my hat, I say in a loud voice.  “Thank you all for a most memorable evening… but now we must bid you all… adios.”  We do a sweeping bow.

Amy and I walk past the bar arm in arm, heading for the parking lot, I still have my hat in my hand.  When we pass by Miss Brandy, I take the hat and plop it on her head and give her a wink and continue out the door.

We get to the truck, and I open the door for Amy… and with another sweeping bow I say… “Your carriage, m'lady.”  I Help her in and shut the door.  Getting to the driver's side, I open the door and reach behind the seat, pulling out a hat box.  I remove the lid from the box and take out a brand new, black, Diamond Jim Stetson and settle it just right on my head.

“I love putting on a new hat, Sweets.”  I say to Amy as I climb in and start the truck.  Looking her in the eye I continue.  “It's like putting on new underwear…”  I put the truck in gear and we're off…

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Looking into her eyes, I say, “Miss Brandy… we have a wager.”  She flutters her eyelashes at me with a cheeky grin, which caused me to smile.

Miss Brandy and I take our places at the bar, a small crowd circles around us to watch the contest.  I feel Miss Amy come up behind me.

Joe pours 6 mugs of sarsparilla in true bartender style… he holds 3 mugs by the handles in each hand and moves them under the tap.  When the first 3 are filled he places them in front of me, all the while filling the other 3 mugs.  He shuts the tap off and places the sarsparilla filled mugs next to the others on the bar.

He pours Miss Brandy a shot of booze to the brim of the shot glass and returns the bottle to the shelf.  “Okay Cove,” Joe says, “get your head start.”

I raise a mug of sarsparilla, and shift my hand to the bottom of the mug, cupping it in my hand and give a little nod of my head towards Miss Brandy, while looking her in the eyes.  Putting the mug up to my lips, I begin to drink slowly, the creamy sarsparilla is very cold and very refreshing.  I slowly drink it all down… a little bit of the foam is on my upper lip.  “Ahhhhhhh.”  I say like a man parched.

Then I take the mug by the bottom and tip it upside down and place it over Miss Brandy's filled shot glass.  It hits the bar with a little thunk, trapping her shot glass under my mug.

“Okay Joe.”  I say, looking into Miss Brandy's eyes again.  “You can call go whenever it suits you.”

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I hear the distinctive sound of horse hooves, and look up from Miss Brandy and see MoonCalf on her horse riding up slowly.  People step back out of the way while she passes.  Moonie delivers her little speech to me, then turns and rides out the bar.

“Only her.”  Miss Brandy says.  “Only Moonie would do that.”

“Dammit.”  I mutter.  “She did it again.”

“What did she do?”  Miss Brandy asks.

“She got in the last word.”  I reply.

After a short pause, I agree to Miss Brandy's terms for the bet.  When I win, the tab is wiped clean.  If, and it's a big if, Miss Brandy wins, then I have to pay, give up my hat, and another kiss.

“Okay.”  I say to Miss Brandy… “here are the rules.”

“Neither of us can get any help from anyone.”  I say.  “No one can touch my mugs, and no one can touch your shot glass… and I can not touch your glass nor can you touch my mugs.  Also, we should be close to each other so everything is in the open.”

I continue, “You can have just one shot of whatever you want.  Booze, sarsparilla, buttermilk… heck, it can even be water.  Joe will pour all my mugs and your shot and place them in front of us and we have to leave them on the bartop.”

“Except, in order to get primed and ready,”  I say, “I get to have one mug as a head start, and once my empty mug is on the bar top, then Joe will yell 'Go' . “

“Agreed?”  I ask.

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Amy and I watch as MoonCalf makes her way down the bar, saying her goodbyes to all.  When she reaches the door and is just about to go, I step back from the bar, and call after her, cupping a hand to my mouth.

“WATCH YER DRINKIN' MA'AM!”  I holler over the noise.  Moonie stops, her back still towards me.  “AND IF YOU EVER HAVE NEED OF A LITTLE CHEERING UP, DON'T HESITATE TO ASK ME… I'M SURE I CAN COME UP WITH SOME MILF, MATURE, OLD LADY JOKES FOR YA!”

She shakes her head and continues on her way.

“Cove,” Joe says to me, while handing me a slip of paper.  “Look at this.  This is your tab.”

“Holy… what the…”  I say back to him, while looking at the number.  $A835.29.  “Geez Joe”, I say… “I only wanted a couple of drink, I didn't want to buy the place.”

He chuckles, and I hear Amy giggling next to me.  “Who's idea?”  I ask Joe.

“I probably shouldn't say.”  Joe says to me with a smile.  “But her stinger is electric tonight.”

“Miss Brandy.”  I think.  “Sweets,”  I say to Amy.  “I'll be right back.”

I go up to Miss Brandy… spin her by her elbow… lean her back in the passionate kiss pose from the slow dance and lay a big ole kiss on those lips of hers.  Straightening her back upright, I say, “Just as I thought… much better snotless.  Miss Brandy… my bar tab is very high, and a little… well… a big birdie has given me a hint that you're involved.”

Miss Brandy grins that sheepish grin.

“I will challenge you to a small bit of sport, to settle this bill…  are ya interested?”

I continue…  “It's a small drinking contest… when I win, you pay the bill.”

“And if you lose?”  Miss Brandy asks.

“I'm not going to lose.”  I say.  “But in the unforseeable event I do, then I'll pay the tab.  Interested?”

“What's the contest?”  She asks.

“I'll bet you my tab, that I can drink 6 mugs of sarsparilla before you can drink one shot.”  I continue, “If you agree, then we'll discuss the rules to the contest.”

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“A Mollie kiss is something every man should experience.”  I think as she rises from my lap, saying her sweet words.  “You forgot to tell me if you liked my jokes.”  I say to her quietly.  She smiles that smile at me, winks and heads back to the bar.

The bell rings again.  “Free Drinks!”  races through my mind… Miss Brandy makes her announcement of Jayc's victorious story in the erotic story contest  we all cheer for him and for Momma_Andrea who's story came in second.  It is Jayc's birthday and the bar erupts into a chorus of The Happy Birthday song, and even I join in from my chair with my hands tied behind my back.

I see Mollie saying something to Miss Amy and watch as Amy downs her drink.  Her walk towards me is subtle, our eyes lock together, her lips form that “come hither” grin.  Amy's hand feels electric when it touches my cheek, it's a soothing and exciting touch all rolled into one bale.

Enjoying the feel of Amy's weight as she settles into my lap.  My eyes are begging for a kiss from Amy's lips.  She presses against me in that way she knows I like and whispers hotly in my ear and nibbles on my lobe.  The nibbles and whispers evolve into a deep kiss.

Finally … my hands are freed.  Miss Amy is on my lap and my arms quicly envelope her in a tangled embrace.  Lips pressed together, mouths moving in a hungry kiss… arms pressing her closer to me… hands move up to her shoulders.  The feel of her against me is special to me.  She tastes like an onion sandwich… making me even hungrier for her kiss.

Time and space evaporate for me as I ride her kiss into that happy place of pleasure and contentment.  I feel a tug on my arm, but ignore at first.  Another tug, it brings me back to the noise of the bar.  Finally another tug, harder then the last.

With reluctance I break the kiss and look at the tug.  It's Happy and Grumpy…  holding my jeans, shirt, boots and hat… socks are stuffed one boot.  “Thanks lads”, I say softly to them, “you can just put them right there.”

Still holding Amy in my arms, I watch with curiousity as Momma_Andrea and Lover take the stage… she begins to sing, timidly at first, but then finding her voice, she gets more confidence and with Lover joining in, they sing All My Panties.  A marvelous song, done by two marvelous people.  I ask Amy to clap extra for me too, as my hands are busy at the moment.

“I should get dressed.”  I say to Amy, “Before we get carried away here.”  We grin at each other as she rises from my lap and I lean down and grab my things.  I put the hat on my head, and the shirt and jeans in one hand, which I use to help hold up the ripped costume.  My boots in my other hand, I slip behind the curtain of the stage and get dressed.

Reappearing fully dressed, I stroll to the bar and Amy.  Ordering a sarsparilla, I take a swig from the bottle and lean into Amy's shoulder.  “Hey woofie,”  I say,  “New in town?”  I slide my hand down her back and around her waist… pulling her close.

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