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Who said just cowgirls are worth fighting for?
No one said “just cowgirls”
… but now that you mention it…
I'm in the midst of another enjoyable kiss from the lips of Miss Amy, starting to drift on that cloud when all hell breaks loose. There's gunfire, and MoonCalf leaping up for a kiss.
I'm suddenly wrestled and hogtied, then plopped into a chair. I look around at my captives… “munchkins” I think, as not one of them is over 5'-3″ tall. I get a small sense how Gulliver felt. “Oh crap.” I say.
There's giggling and whispering amongst themselves at my somewhat discomfort. I'm relieved when they talk of kissing, that means there won't be a gag.
I look over at Amy and relize that she's in cahoots with them, too. Maybe not with the plan of action, but she definitely knew something.
I go to speak, but Satoire informs me it's best not to… so I don't… but I do look her over. That coat of her's is wide open and my eyes can't help but roam her body.
Then I see it… that damned tube of lipstick… all the memories of being Mollie's captive in the Ice House come rushing back. I can recall the scent of it even before MoonCalf pops the top off of it.
The two naked policemen startle the bar by shouting. It's a funny site, and I was hoping for some assistance, but I can see that's not going to happen.
Moonie sits in my lap and wiggles that fine ass on me. “No erection.” I think. She leans in and plants those lips on mine.
Now, Moonie's a great kisser… she has a way of pressing against you that makes you feel like you don't want to be anywhere else. She's a nibbler in her kisses, too. I feel her pull away with a bit of reluctance. A kiss on my cheek and she's up.
Next thing I know, Pafe is settling into my lap. She also wiggles while sitting. Feeling to see if I'm hard, and sounding disappointed that I'm not. Those awesome tits of hers move and jiggle with each of her movements.
A knife is produced and she cuts the costume away, tearing it and pulling the head cover off. “Ow.” I say when she flicks the ring. Then a slow, gentle kiss. The feel of her breasts pressed against my bare chest, she moves and presses, making sure I can feel those tits against me. I would love to be pulling her in even tighter if only my hands were free.
I'm only human… and I can feel myself becoming erect. My lips follow her's for a moment as she backs off from my mouth and leans her forehead against mine. She thanks me, but it is I who should be thanking her. I tell her that kiss was working as she rises up from my lap. She giggles.
Then I can feel what seems a like a fly buzzing around my neck and ears. I catch a glimpse of a feather flittering by. “Oh crap.” I think… “something else is coming into play.”
“Your turn Satoire.” I hear Pafe say….
Once again I mutter… “Oh crap…”
Happy birthday BlueDenim… a little belated but still a genuine wish. And for Rukya, that wish is yet to come.
And for both of ya's… There's a custom of birthday spanks that's going to have to be dealt with. I'm lining up to give some.
Since we're on the subject of TV shows, and this one is not a remake, my daughter has gotten me hooked on Rosemay & Thyme. A British show, that we get here in the US on Public Television.
I've developed a case of the hots for both Mrs. Laura Thyme and Miss Rosemary Boxer. I'd love to invite those two out to the ranch, but there's only one problem…
Whenever those two ladies show up anywhere… somebody's dead.
Miss Amy is propped on the bar top and we're into some intense kissing. She breaks the kiss, pulls me in and whispers that it is time we went to the dance floor.
“Covems, we should really talk about your bill.” Joe says, but I interrupt him again and tell him we'll settle it later.
“Got something to do right now.”
Amy pulls me out to the dance floor, my hand on her shoulder. I lift my hand from her shoulder, still keeping her fingers locked with mine, I make a motion like spinning a lariat with my hand, and Miss Amy does a little spin under my arm.
I then pull her in tight and we begin to pick up the rhythm of the music. I lean in a bit and whisper… “Does…”
There is suddenly a lot of cheering and laughter as Lover runs the course in the flippers and goggles. It's a funny sight, and one can't help but laugh. He almost loses it a few times, but gallantly recovers and completes the course, falling into Miss Brandy and Freddie.
Turning back to Miss Amy and the way she feels against me. Her hand in mine, my other hand on the small of her back. I am surprising myself with remarkable restraint as my hands stay put. Lord knows, they like to roam.
We sway and move to the music and I lean in again and whisper… “Does…”
My thoughts are interrupted by the commotion of Pafe beginning her run. She's one awesome lady… kinda short… but well stacked. I think God gave her an extra helping when she was in the line for breasts. I can't help but let out a wolf whistle.
It's getting louder in the bar with everyone counting down. Finally we hear GO! and the race is on.
Losing a flipper hurt her chances, but she finishes the route intact, thanks to Freddie sitting where he is. “Nice catch” I think as he grabs hold of Pafe before she topples over.
I turn my attention back to Miss Amy… the she wolf in my arms. I feel naked without my hat, and the balls of this costume are swaying to and fro as I move. I wonder if she can feel them.
Next we watch as Richard makes his run. He handles the beer better than anyone has so far. A nice technique of the slow pour in to the gullet. He finished up the race also, but neither of them has topped Lover's time.
Turning my attention back to the She wolf… “Does the She-wolf know the story of why wolves howl and cry at the moon?”
“No.” She answers… I pull her a little closer. Then I lean back to speak to her.
“Well then, I'll tell ya.” I say. “According to the Cheyenne… Long ago, there was no fire. Then only those who are called Flies had fire. Then the flies held a ceremony. There was a big moon that night of the ceremony. And the Wolf came there.”
“At that place where they held the ceremony, Wolf danced around and around the edge of the fire. And he continually poked his tail in the fire. And cried. And howled. Now the moon reminds Wolf to cry and howl.”
I pull Miss Amy in again… Suddenly, out of nowhere, I get a feeling that trouble is approaching. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and there's a knot growing in my gut…
The M words – Mom, Milf , Mature … Real men don't use them in their proper patter
I do.
Hey Moonie, maybe thats what he wants …
You know Miss Brandy… that's a damn good idea.
Moonie… you want that kiss? Get your jean covered ass into the bar, and post it. Just be careful… and watch your drinkin' ma'am.
@ JCM… oh yeah… nothing quite like those country girls. Sometimes they make you fight when you don't even want to.
Welcome to the party Wolf. I see you've already taken a scroll around and jumped in with both feet. Way to go!
While I do appreciate the attention and the sentiments… (I'm getting a big head… bofe 'em) and I'm looking forward to giving you ladies a big, sloppy, wet kiss…
It's not me in the picture so…Lets change the subject
Laying with my eyes closed and drifting between awake and dreaming, I get the sensation of hands on my cheeks. Then I get the unmistakeable feeling of lips… big lips… being pressed to mine. A hard, sloppy, kiss that ends with a “mwwwwwwWWWWWWAH!!!” and a popping sound.
My eyes snap open and my vision is filled with the grinning face of Dopey, leaning over my head, upside down, he puts a finger up to his lips in the “shhhhh” sign and winks at me. I hear Doc's voice behind me whisper “You know… we built this place and installed most of the traps and pitfalls. AND we know how to escape them.”
I grunt a “yes” and look over at Jayc and Miss Stone. She is still tending to him and in their bliss, with their eyes closed and heavy breathing they fail to notice the 3 dwarfs, Doc, Dopey and Happy.
With a giggle, Happy whispers “Hehe… you should be getting ready for the party. We have found a costume in Mollie's shop that we know you will like.”
“Come.” Doc whispers… “through here.”
I crane my head around and see there's a piece of the wall opened like a door… Happy is already standing in it. So very quietly, trying not to disturb the entranced lovers, I slowly move from the bed and stand. Taking a look back while stretching, I can see Miss Stone's rear swaying and moving with each motion of her body as she pleasures Jayc with her lips and tongue and hands. My first thought is to climb back up and rejoin them. The scene is mesmerizing, I can feel my balls start to tighten again and my cock stiffen. Dopey grabs my hand and I shake myself free… I can't help myself…
I place a hand on each luscious cheek and lean in, planting a kiss on each one… a soft moan escapes her lips and Miss Stone wiggles her tush. Then I allow Doc and Dopey to take my hands and guide me into the opening. The wall closes with a little snapping sound as it latches into place.
I follow the dwarfs through a series of tunnels and passageways, they're dimly illuminated by something unseen and unknown to me, the stone floor is cold on my feet. I'm still naked, but contented. After a few mintues of scurrying along with the dwarfs, my adreneline starts to increase, and I'm able to keep pace with them.
This is a new area for me, and I don't want to be left behind. There are intersecting passageways and even some stairs that lead up and down to places known only to the dwarfs. One could easily get lost in here.
Eventually we exit the dim passageways and pop out into a bathroom. I immediately recognize it as the room where Eva and I had our tryst. We pass through the room and I make a mental note to store some “emergency” clothing in here the next time I get a chance.
Doc says. “You can shower here, Covems.”
A giggle is heard from Happy as he says. “And here is your costume.” He holds up a furry monkey suit which has gigantic balls dangling from it.
“Where in tarnation did youse guys find that?” I ask, taking the costume from Happy and looking it over. “My size, too.”
“Mollie.” Doc says.
“Figures.” I say while grinning.
The dwarfs leave the room, and I hop into the shower. My mind starts to drift as I soap and rinse. “No time for kharma now.” I think, snapping myself back to the shower and the party.
I slip into my costume… make my way through the hallway of the Ice House to the “not so secret” secret door of the pool room… and enter the AChat Bar & Grill and the Furry Party…
Pressing my shoulder against Amy's once again, causing her to lean to her left again. “Oooops.” I say with a smile. “Didn't mean to bump you.” I take a swig of my sarsparilla as I press against her even harder until she starts to press back. We look at each other as we set our drinks down on the bar and continue to press our shoulders together, I can see there's a look of determination in her eyes.
Miss Amy is taking up the challenge and pressing harder against me. She's small… petite… and I can feel her moving as I press harder. She shifts her weight and props a foot out, pressing back very hard now.
This is the moment, and I step back, slipping my shoulder away from Miss Amy. All her weight was pressed against me, and my sudden movement causes her to lose her balance and she starts to fall in front of me. I reach in with both arms and scoop her up into them, cradling her… her arms wrap around my neck as she was reaching for something to break her fall. Looking her in the eyes I say, “ooopsie daisey.”
She fits well in my arms, and I'm tempted, very tempted to plant a kiss on those lips, but there's a fire in her eyes and an expression that I just can't read as she realizes that all of this was planned. “So… ” I continue… moving my mouth closer to hers… “does…”
“COVEMS!” Pafe calls me, “You better be serious about matching this fund.”
“Pafe.” I call out, and while still cradling Miss Amy in my arms, I walk towards Pafe and Satoire. “I'm as serious as two dogs fuckin'. You run that race bare assed and I'll send you a copy of the check… better yet… I know where you live… I'll come put the check in your mailbox and you can hand deliver it.”
Pafe breaks into a big grin and her and Satoire talk. “I'll do it” Pafe says and go over to the starting area and begins to stretch. I head back to the bar, still holding Miss Amy.
“Are you going to put me down?” The She-wolfs asks.
“Oh….” I reply… “yes Ma'am… I reckon at some point I will…. but I'm… I'm taking quite a liking to this… but you just say the word, and I'll set you down.” I smile to myself as I feel Miss Amy adjust her arms around my neck. “Does…”
“Cove”, Joe says with a big smile on his face, “have you seen your bar bill?”
“Not now Joe. We'll settle it all up later.” I move to lean my back to the bar with the She-wolf in my arms… “You should run the race, too.” I say to Miss Amy. “Wolves love to run… and howl… does… “
“So tempting…” I think… “so tempting” … and I press my lips to hers…
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Is there anything they can't do.Jayc and I work over Miss Stone. Our bodies… our conscience thoughts and our actions are all with a singular purpose… to give Miss Stone as much pleasure as we can… and I greedily soak in all delights she has offered.
My hands roam her body with the abandonment of horses playing in the field. Moving to and fro… at a gallop and a trot. Cantering… pacing… touching… caressing.
The sensations from being deep inside her as she tends to Jayc. Every movement Miss Stone makes brings another pleasure bubble to the surface. The aroma of her fill my senses with an earthy erotic scent.
I begin to feel it as I shudder… that sensation… that feeling of bliss that forms in a man's toes.
Holding on to Miss Stones hips and pulling her to me with each thrust. Twitching and pulsing inside her… her wetness is everywhere.
I tilt my head back as I feel myself getting closer and closer to my climax. Each push, each movement causes the feeling to build upon itself. I begin to moan softly… a small gutteral sound as I approach the edge. Closer and closer… trying desperately to hold it back… savoring each motion, each moan that escapes her lips from around Jayc.
Miss Stone does a little twist with her hips. “Oh my God!” I think as I utter another soft moan. “She's going to make me cum.”
Trying to ease the motions, my hips go still. Trying to hold back the enevitable… it's like trying to stop the snow from melting in the fields on a warm spring day. Like trying to hold the waters back as they cascade down the mountain side.
Miss Stone does another hip twist, and I begin to lose it. “I'm going to cum.” I say very softly, then add. “It's because of you.”
I pull out and rest my hard cock between Miss Stone's cheeks and with one final thrust against her I erupt like a volcano. High into the air the first spurt goes… arcing… then landing with a splatter on Miss Stone's back. Another spurt, followed by another, then another. She wiggles her ass against me… another spurt. I want to roar… I want to scream out, but all I can do is grunt and moan and watch the lights flash behind my closed eyes.
The spasms subside and I can feel myself falling back and to my side. Flopping over… spent… my energy drained. I can hear Jayc and Miss Stone still moving… still moaning… as I lay there, exhausted and contented. Drifting into that place between awake and sleep… still hearing… still listening to them.
My thoughts drift along on that cloud… “What I wouldn't give for a kiss right now….”
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