Just Some Slut

She snapchatted me photos of her moving out of her house.

“It would be nice to see you again. Come riding with me.”

I saddled the horses and we headed up the dusty red hills to gather up the sneaky ones who managed to avoid us the first time through. I trusted my gut and found all of them hiding in the first coolie I searched in. Under my guidance she turned out to be a fine rider. We moved them to the right field. On the way down, my hand bridged the gap between us to squeeze her thigh. Inside the house I threw her a popsicle. The most obvious phallic symbol I can imagine. But I sat far away. I took her out to the shop under false pretenses.

“Is my mouth blue?”

“I dunno, let me see.”

Our mouths were still cold from the frosty treats. After lunch we took the .22s out to shoot gophers. We killed a couple dozen of the little bastards. Doesn’t make any difference. They aren’t going anywhere. We walk around the lake, the fisherman guide hassles me. “Are you supposed to be out here?”I lift my sleeve to show him the family crest emblazoned on my right arm. Once we reach the edge of our family property I find a nice shady spot and proceed to ram my tongue down her throat. I rip her shirt off amid halfhearted protests. The bra is next but is proving difficult. She’s not making it easy… saying something about “No.” Once I figured out the catch was in the front I was able to force her out of it even though Ive never encountered such a clasp before. I sucked on her tits and tried to no avail to get her pants off. Finally I give up and take her back down to our southern ranch. Our skin is red from the august sun. I take her to my bedroom and we both have a laugh watching my arrest video. I start slathering her with aloe vera, massaging it into her skin. The bra comes off easier this time. Still no pants. I don’t let it stop me. I pull out my cock. I try to shove it into her mouth but she won’t have any of that either. She finally relents to a hand job and squirts the last of the aloe into her palm with that farting noise that comes when a bottle is empty. Handjobs suck. It feels good but I’m not really getting there. Until she starts massaging my balls with her free hand. I blow a yellow two week nut all over the both of us. She drives me to the grocery store and I buy ingredients for making fried chicken (with bacon duh) wraps.

The next day I finally charge my phone and see a half dozen messages. I tell her we’ll go on a fishing trip at our northeastern ranch. I tell her Im going to catch a fish before she does. We take the scenic hike a couple of miles to the most pristine river you’ll ever see. I leave her to fish upstream while I fish downstream. After losing several of her lures I head back to the fire pit. She arrives at the same time with a small rainbow. I suck at fishing. The thunder echoes through the canyon walls as we make our way back to my ancestral homestead. I give her a tour. She’s transfixed by the wind up record player from 1900. In one of the many upstairs bedrooms I strip her down.

“Wait, Grody… did you bring a condom?

“Psh… No.”

With false promises of cumming on her and not in her I enter. 5 minutes later I spread cream all over her milky white skin dotted by the occasional brown mole. I towel her off and dive in again. Another 5 minutes goes by. This time I let go and completely fill her up. “God dammit Grody…” She says between laughs. Now that I’ve gotten the first two loads out I can focus on fucking her like a pornstar. After 45 minutes of animalistic hair pulling, slapping, and choking I realize Im really thirsty. I walk butt naked to our spring house and fill an antique pitcher with pure water that stays year round at 35 degrees. I figure the woman would appreciate some liquid too so I make my way upstairs. I stand over her and pour half the freezing pitcher over her naked used body. This time I build a fire outside and cook us a couple of T-bone steaks with jo-jos. I don’t think Ive ever had a more delicious steak. We pack up and head back to town. This town rests on a spot of natural geothermal activity and as such has a natural sulfur hot springs. The hotel owners made a pool out of it and charge 7 bucks for a soak. Under the cool purple and blue neon lighting we play the whole couple routine. Its nice. We get back to the house just in time for the power to go out. In the dark of my bedroom she uses her phone light to gather all her shit, saying something about having to work tomorrow at six. Uh huh. I push her down on the bed and strip her down all over again. Theres just enough moon light that I can make out her face under her frizzy blonde hair. Her lips are parted and just the sight of her visage with eyes closed and softly moaning as my thrusts rock her back and forth is enough to make me come again. At 4:45 am she leaves. Another 100 mile journey.

She visits again on a weekday. Im still at work chopping down hay. I tell her to bring a gatorade out to the field.

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“Oop, you said it.”

I fuck her good and she thanks my by completely cleaning my kitchen.

This post is getting long winded and there are too many awesome memories to count from the 6 weeks she drove hundreds and hundreds of miles to partake of my tallywacker. I would love to share them all because they will always hold a special place in my heart. She eventually moved down to San Diego to get her degree in “Giving free government money to illegal beaners”. Her fiancé is a software developer there for a major company. I hope they are happy together.

But I seriously doubt it.

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