We sit like that for a moment, for an eternity! My cock still inside you, draping yourself over me, your head on my shoulder and breathing in the sweaty, heated air next to my skin. You are amazed at the calmness you feel within you, knowing you are loved and that you love me! Something you never before felt in all those intimate moments you’ve shared with men. All those other times left you feeling like a used fuck toy. Left you almost hating your desire for cock. Those needs trapping you over and over into giving yourself to men until finally you were left with the feeling that you had no other value than the holes in your body. Now you feel no shame, you feel a welling of excitement and happiness that your body can bring me such incredible pleasures and that having you in my arms fills a hole in my life! Filling in the missing part of my soul, loving away the pain and fear of being alone through life. Many women have spent the night in my arms but not one of them has ever been able to endure the full strength of my passion. Always I have felt the need to hold back, to not give in to the power of the needs within me. Being told that the things I want to do are wrong, are dirty, until I finally resigned myself to a life of loneliness and longing. Frankenstein’s monster in a new place. The monstrous desires and passions within me but I am only surrounded by people who would destroy and burn me for it.
You lean back so I can see your face, the happiness glowing in our eyes as we both fill the missing part of each other. Healing each other with our passion and our love of all the physical pleasures we share.
“So where can I go do a little clothes shopping?”, you ask.
“Let me get dressed and I’ll take you.”
“Easy there cowboy, I’m going alone! I want this to be a surprise! Besides, don’t you have work to do? You seem to have been neglecting your work the past couple of days.” The smile letting me know you were only teasing....about the last part anyway.
A cold fear stabs through me, Is this just an excuse to get away? To leave like you tried to do yesterday? To go find other men because I’m not good enough. A sudden cold ball of lead in the pit of my stomach drags me down back to reality from the incredible highs of but a moment ago.
Sensing the change, almost as if you can read my mind, “I WILL be back, and NO ONE will ever again have me as you do unless YOU want it.”
I’m not very reassured but I try to not show it. I trust deeply in your love for me but I also trust as deeply in your fear of me changing my mind. I don’t know how to prove it to you any way other than I have, a little at a time. I give you directions to the store along with the warning that they have a VERY limited selection, thinking that I will surprise with a short trip tonight to one of the bigger towns tonight where you will have a much more extensive choice. You laugh at me again as I prepare to go to work, wearing only a pair of ragged shorts, my boots and hat.
I step out into the warm sun and slow a moment as Tig and Bear come greet me, looking for their scratches and the slices of apple I never fail to bring them. I wrap my arms around their necks as they both lay their heads against me, trying to reassure me, sensing my fear that I will never again see you. Knowing that I could never again feel what I do now if you leave. Your car starts and I begin to hear the crunch of gravel as you drive down the road. Only work can now ease my mind, the hard work I enjoy and which lets me burn away my stress through action.
Hours later you are back putting your packages away while you watch me working in the field. The flash of an axe in the sunlight followed by the sound of metal striking wood half a second later. You watch me square one of the oak beams I will use when I build the house. You sit on a rock in the shade and watch me, studying me. You see the smooth movements of my lithe muscles. Enjoying the sight of my body in the sunlight, loving the smooth contours that come from hard work so much more than the knotty muscles men get in the weight room. You notice the slight belly that comes from sitting at a desk for long hours at my every day job. You watch the muscles writhe under my skin like snakes crawling over each other, changing the course of sweat as it rolls off my broad shoulders and strong back. You gasp in amazement as I pick up the beam I just made and place it on the stack of other beams. It should have taken 3 or 4 men to pick that thing up!!! You watch me as I walk back towards you with quick, long strides, the graceful movements of a man in control of his body.
I see you step out of the shadows and the cloud that has been hovering above me vanishes. The leaden ball in my stomach disappearing in the surge of joy seeing you gives me. Hand in hand we go inside so I can shower and you can get ready, deciding to go out this evening and give you a chance to show off your surprise for me. I sit patiently and wait, knowing that you will not be ready to go until YOU are satisfied that you look ready. I’d think you were perfect no matter what you wear so asking me for critique is pointless.
You step out so I can see what you found. I half rise at the vision before me, every mans fantasy of what a beautiful country girl should be. Your short denim skirt revealing your long, smooth tanned legs. Your tight shirt covering you, providing a sense of modesty, but accentuating the curves of your body, providing a promise of what it will reveal to the man you love when he takes it off. Your beautiful, long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, topped by a black cowboy hat. Hand tooled leather cowboy boots on your feet, making you stand even taller than you already are. Your eyes......OH GOD YOUR EYES!.......lightly outlined in mascara, highlighting the deep blue as your eyes sparkle with your excitement at my reaction. I approach you, to hell with going out, I want you.
“Hang on cowboy, a little anticipation is good, remember?”, using my own words against me!
As we walk into the little bar, every man in their perks up. Cowboys push the front of their hats up, revealing their faces to you and letting you know they are interested. More than one of them earning a slap from a jealous wife or girlfriend. As I step up beside you, handing you your drink you notice those hands going back up and pulling those hats back down. You smile in amusement, “Apparently these guys know you.” A sense of safety washes over you, knowing from their reaction that I can protect you if needed. Apparently you aren’t the only one who has seen a display of the power in my body.
The jukebox is playing and you grab my hand, “Let’s go!”, as you excitedly drag me to the dance floor. Two-steps, four-steps, waltzes, you know them all. How in the hell does a city girl know all these??? We dance all night, our bodies moving in perfect time, weaving around each other, twirling, spinning, never missing a step. Occasionally stopping for a breath, a drink or to cool off. Every person in the bar watching us, the men with undisguised desire. The women with undisguised jealousy and bitterness, half because of the way you look, and half because they know you have claimed me, crushing their hopes being in my arms, of feeling my body pressed against theirs.
A song comes on the jukebox, “ Something like a strong wind is coming over me, it’s got a hold of me”..........
I grab your hand and rush us back to the dance floor where we again dance perfectly together. Faster with the excitement of the song.
“You slide up close to me...tear the t-shirts off each other...Your hands all over me”......
The excitement in our bodies mounting with the words of the song, staring into each other’s eye while we weave a magic spell with the movement of our bodies.
“But one more time is not enough........” faster the song goes as our bodies move together.
Finally we can stand it no longer, “Lets go!” I say as you quickly nod agreement. I’m quivering with need, I can’t make it back, I have to have you........NOW! I lift you up and put your back against the truck as you wrap your legs around my waist. I lift your skirt and undo my belt. Thank God you weren’t wearing panties because every moment that I am not in you is an agony. I drive in without holding back, no gentle foreplay, nothing but raw animal desire to which your body responds. Slamming into you with every bit of strength I have. Your ragged breathing and the moans from your continuous orgasm fueling my passion. I’m a mindless animal as I fuck you unrelentingly. Your wetness pouring down both our legs as your non-stop climax causes your head to fall back limply, the muscles of your neck unable to support you as I continue using your cunt. The slamming of my pubic bone against your swollen clit constantly shooting agonizing waves of pleasure through your body and still I drive in. No thought, no reason in my mind as I surrender myself to feel of your body squeezing me, demanding more from me. Taking every bit of what I give and responding in kind, wanting more. Finally I shudder as my own orgasm overtakes me. How is there anything left in me to fill you after the past few days??? But you feel it pumping into you. Burst after burst, running down our legs with your juices as we hold each other, gasping for air.
We both look up as we hear whistles and cheers, noticing the group of people watching us for the first time. Every man erect, more than one of the women with her hand down the front of her pants.
“I guess we put on a show.”, you laugh as you look back at me.
The look in my eyes tells you the truth, they didn’t see a show yet, they only saw the foreplay.
Without a word I set you on the ground and spin you around. You put your hands on the truck and thrust out your ass. Obscenely displaying your cum dripping pussy to the crowd, knowing what’s coming next as my rock hard cock drives into your ass. Your legs immediately give, no strength left in your body after the intense orgasm that rocked you on the first thrust. Your body only supported by your hands and face pressed against the truck and the driving cock destroying your ass. Feeling it surge into you over and over, filling you and stretching your ass more than you have felt before. You push back weakly, with the little remaining strength in your body as I surge forward again. How long has this been happening? 5 minutes? an hour? It doesn’t matter. All that matters is the feeling of the cock in your ass, using it, abusing it, giving you what you’ve always loved. Better than you have ever felt it before, another orgasm tears through you as stars burst in your mind. You feel the cum begin to fill you again, your ass milking my cock more by instinct than any conscious thought. Another wave crashes over you as I slowly pull myself from your spent body. Every touch bringing you a fresh orgasm as your exploding nerve ends try to adjust to what you’ve experienced. The raw animal desire giving way to the protected feeling of being enveloped in my arms while I whisper into your ear, “Lets go home.”
You don’t even bother to pull your skirt back down despite the crowd that has gathered. Not a sound coming from them as they are awed by the raw sexuality we draw from each other and to which they were witness. Not a woman standing there who isn't touching herself, more than one man pleasuring himself. More couples beginning their own battle right there in the parking lot, inspired by what we just did. Your mind still reeling from what you just experienced. Trying to understand what happened. Beginning to realize that for the first time, your body was the one defeated. Beginning to see that the greatest part of our passion, is that we can defeat each other completely, and that we will begin the battle again........soon.......