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the pantaloons down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. As he stood, he kissed the thatch protecting her vault, and slowly kissed his way to her breasts.
When she felt his mouth touch the tender skin, she shivered. There was a gasp and a sharp intake of her breath when he took the nipple into his mouth. “Ohhh, “ she moaned.
She stepped back, and said, “My turn,” and unbuttoned his shirt and pushing it down his arms, She undid the large US Cavalry belt buckle and pushed them down. She pulled his drawers down, pausing at his fully erect member to move the drawers over the shaft. She touched it with her lips, then stood. She molded herself against him, her soft curves fitting perfectly.
“I want you to make love to me Jeb. I want you to make long, slow, sweet love to me.”
He placed her on the bed and lay down beside her, idly tracing the outline of her face with his fingertips. When he touched her lips, she took the finger into her mouth and sucked on it. Jeb felt his shaft stiffen even more, as he kissed the tender crevice where her neck met her shoulders.
Kissing his way down, he took her breast in his mouth and felt her hips thrust against his sex. He moved his hand down, barely touching the skin he passed over, until he reached the opening to her cave of treasure. When he slid a finger inside, he found it wet with her juices. She arched her back and pushed her hips to meet his hand.
His probing fingers found her sweet spot. He could feel her trembling as her body took over and rushed toward climax. She thrust wildly against him, more, more until it passed. She lay still, and looked at him and smiled, “That felt good, but now I… I want the good part. I want to feel you inside me.”
He mounted her, and took his member in hand and guided it to her entrance, pausing, moving it around the edge, teasing, and then pushed inside. She rose up to meet it, wanting all of it. As he moved up and down, in and out, he could feel her trembling begin as she rushed toward another writhing climax.
When it was done, she lay still for a few seconds, and then locked her legs around his hips pulling him deeper inside. She felt the intensity of his thrusts grow, and she let herself go, reveling in the feeling of the rigid member inside her. His speed increased, as did hers, and they joined together in a perfect finish to their first love making.
He rolled partially on his side, with one leg over hers, still inside. She looked at him, with an impish grin, she said, “We could have already been enjoying this if you hadn’t been so stubborn.”
“Yes, well, I intend to make up for lost time,” he said.
“Promises, promises,” she said, and slowly began moving.
His shaft proved up to the mission defined for it and he also began to move.
Later, spent and moist from their exertions, he said, “I truly love you, Mrs. Calhoun.”
“I love you more,” she said.
“No you don’t,” he said.
“Do too.”
“Do not,”
“Prove it,” came the challenge.
“Is there no end to satisfying you?” he asked.
“Apparently not where you’re concerned,” she said. “I am really enjoying this.”
“Me too,” he answered.
“I’m really going to like being married to you,” she said, as she nestled deeper into his arms.
Epilogue
The Flying W ranch prospered under the leadership of Jeb Calhoun. Together with the Lazy J and the Circle P, they were known as the “Big Three” in Montana ranches.
Jeb increased the number of cowboys working on the ranch to ten. He added acreage and cattle to the ranch holdings.
The Sioux continued their raids, but they tended to shy away from the Big 3. The Cavalry that came to the Flying W never returned. They belonged to George Custer’s 7 th Cavalry, the unit wiped out by the Indian confederation at the Little Big Horn massacre.
Jared would grow up, and attend his mother’s alma mater in Bozeman and later, take over from Jeb, the task of running the ranch.
Emma
When she felt his mouth touch the tender skin, she shivered. There was a gasp and a sharp intake of her breath when he took the nipple into his mouth. “Ohhh, “ she moaned.
She stepped back, and said, “My turn,” and unbuttoned his shirt and pushing it down his arms, She undid the large US Cavalry belt buckle and pushed them down. She pulled his drawers down, pausing at his fully erect member to move the drawers over the shaft. She touched it with her lips, then stood. She molded herself against him, her soft curves fitting perfectly.
“I want you to make love to me Jeb. I want you to make long, slow, sweet love to me.”
He placed her on the bed and lay down beside her, idly tracing the outline of her face with his fingertips. When he touched her lips, she took the finger into her mouth and sucked on it. Jeb felt his shaft stiffen even more, as he kissed the tender crevice where her neck met her shoulders.
Kissing his way down, he took her breast in his mouth and felt her hips thrust against his sex. He moved his hand down, barely touching the skin he passed over, until he reached the opening to her cave of treasure. When he slid a finger inside, he found it wet with her juices. She arched her back and pushed her hips to meet his hand.
His probing fingers found her sweet spot. He could feel her trembling as her body took over and rushed toward climax. She thrust wildly against him, more, more until it passed. She lay still, and looked at him and smiled, “That felt good, but now I… I want the good part. I want to feel you inside me.”
He mounted her, and took his member in hand and guided it to her entrance, pausing, moving it around the edge, teasing, and then pushed inside. She rose up to meet it, wanting all of it. As he moved up and down, in and out, he could feel her trembling begin as she rushed toward another writhing climax.
When it was done, she lay still for a few seconds, and then locked her legs around his hips pulling him deeper inside. She felt the intensity of his thrusts grow, and she let herself go, reveling in the feeling of the rigid member inside her. His speed increased, as did hers, and they joined together in a perfect finish to their first love making.
He rolled partially on his side, with one leg over hers, still inside. She looked at him, with an impish grin, she said, “We could have already been enjoying this if you hadn’t been so stubborn.”
“Yes, well, I intend to make up for lost time,” he said.
“Promises, promises,” she said, and slowly began moving.
His shaft proved up to the mission defined for it and he also began to move.
Later, spent and moist from their exertions, he said, “I truly love you, Mrs. Calhoun.”
“I love you more,” she said.
“No you don’t,” he said.
“Do too.”
“Do not,”
“Prove it,” came the challenge.
“Is there no end to satisfying you?” he asked.
“Apparently not where you’re concerned,” she said. “I am really enjoying this.”
“Me too,” he answered.
“I’m really going to like being married to you,” she said, as she nestled deeper into his arms.
Epilogue
The Flying W ranch prospered under the leadership of Jeb Calhoun. Together with the Lazy J and the Circle P, they were known as the “Big Three” in Montana ranches.
Jeb increased the number of cowboys working on the ranch to ten. He added acreage and cattle to the ranch holdings.
The Sioux continued their raids, but they tended to shy away from the Big 3. The Cavalry that came to the Flying W never returned. They belonged to George Custer’s 7 th Cavalry, the unit wiped out by the Indian confederation at the Little Big Horn massacre.
Jared would grow up, and attend his mother’s alma mater in Bozeman and later, take over from Jeb, the task of running the ranch.
Emma
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