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Go West Woman, Go West - Part 3  

RangeBull70 53M
52 posts
12/7/2021 4:28 pm

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12/7/2021 6:41 pm

Go West Woman, Go West - Part 3


Part 3 of the Series.

"Go West Woman, Go West"; is loosely paraphrased from the famous statement made by Horace Greely - "Go West Young Man! Go West"; in an Editorial in the New York Tribune in the 1865.

The remainder of this installment is posted in the comments to preserve the formatting.

Please be sure stop back Part 4.

I hope you enjoy the story.

Tuesday - Day Three

The day began just like the preceding had, except he greeted her good morning with a kiss on the forehead and nibble on the ear before he wafted a cup of<b> chocolate </font></b>beneath her nose. She woke with a sleepy smile, accepted the proffered mug, and rose to meet the day as the smell of breakfast cooking drifted out from the cabin.

After finishing their meal, he saddled the horses, and they once again rode into the nascent daylight, this time to the east, searching for more cattle to add to the herd at camp. The paused now and then to listen and correct their course guided by the occasional clanging of a bell. The morning passed swiftly, and she found herself looking forward to returning to camp and enjoying another wonderful ‘nap,’ and curious as to what might be in store today for them today … …

She leaned down and kissed him, their tongues danced with one another, and she could feel him begin to thicken and fill in her hand. This spurred her on even further and their exchange became more passionate. She arched her chest toward him and grazed her nipples across his chest. She shifted herself until she was perfectly positioned for him to kiss her breasts, which he did with a fevered intensity.

He reached out and found her ass with his hands and pulled her closer to him, bringing her breasts into his hungry mouth. His tongue circled around her right areola, swiping across the nipple, then he traced a line with his tongue over to the left, granting the same attention to its’ anxious twin. He sucked, nibbled, swirled, and flicked her nipples with his tongue while his moustache tickled and played with the sensitive flesh on her areolas.

He ran his hands up her sides and roamed all over her body, running up to cradle the back of her neck and run his fingers through her hair. As she lay sprawled atop him, his hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts in his hands and guiding one then the other into his hungry mouth while she continued to stroke his cock, bringing him to an almost steel-like hardness.
Their moans of pleasure were nearly synchronized as they worked each other into a near frenzied state of arousal. She shifted her body to straddle him, keeping her breasts near his insistent and skillful mouth. She could feel him pressing between her thighs as she shifted herself, felt the head of his shaft begin to part her wet and waiting folds, her body practically begging her to bring him closer and into her delicate crevice.

She slid him along the outside of herself until she felt the bulbous head of his cock bump against her swollen clit, sharing her slick wetness with his thick, veiny shaft set off a shiver of pleasure that radiated from her middle throughout her entire body. She guided him back down her slit, raising herself slightly until she felt him pressing at her opening.

From the Gold Country of Northern California's Sierra Nevada Mountains,

Range Bull


RangeBull70 53M
696 posts
12/7/2021 4:37 pm

Tuesday - Day Three

The day began just like the preceding had, except he greeted her good morning with a kiss on the forehead and nibble on the ear before he wafted a cup of chocolate beneath her nose. She woke with a sleepy smile, accepted the proffered mug, and rose to meet the day as the smell of breakfast cooking drifted out from the cabin.

After finishing their meal, he saddled the horses, and they once again rode into the nascent daylight, this time to the east, searching for more cattle to add to the herd at camp. The paused now and then to listen and correct their course guided by the occasional clanging of a bell. The morning passed swiftly, and she found herself looking forward to returning to camp and enjoying another wonderful ‘nap,’ and curious as to what might be in store today for them today … …

She leaned down and kissed him, their tongues danced with one another, and she could feel him begin to thicken and fill in her hand. This spurred her on even further and their exchange became more passionate. She arched her chest toward him and grazed her nipples across his chest. She shifted herself until she was perfectly positioned for him to kiss her breasts, which he did with a fevered intensity.

He reached out and found her ass with his hands and pulled her closer to him, bringing her breasts into his hungry mouth. His tongue circled around her right areola, swiping across the nipple, then he traced a line with his tongue over to the left, granting the same attention to its’ anxious twin. He sucked, nibbled, swirled, and flicked her nipples with his tongue while his moustache tickled and played with the sensitive flesh on her areolas.

He ran his hands up her sides and roamed all over her body, running up to cradle the back of her neck and run his fingers through her hair. As she lay sprawled atop him, his hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts in his hands and guiding one then the other into his hungry mouth while she continued to stroke his cock, bringing him to an almost steel-like hardness.
Their moans of pleasure were nearly synchronized as they worked each other into a near frenzied state of arousal. She shifted her body to straddle him, keeping her breasts near his insistent and skillful mouth. She could feel him pressing between her thighs as she shifted herself, felt the head of his shaft begin to part her wet and waiting folds, her body practically begging her to bring him closer and into her delicate crevice.

She slid him along the outside of herself until she felt the bulbous head of his cock bump against her swollen clit, sharing her slick wetness with his thick, veiny shaft set off a shiver of pleasure that radiated from her middle throughout her entire body. She guided him back down her slit, raising herself slightly until she felt him pressing at her opening.

She savored the moment knowing she would set the pace, knowing she would control the tempo as she slowly began to settle herself onto his steely phallus. She could feel him begin to penetrate her delicate, silky, wet folds as she lowered herself down onto him. The feeling of fullness and momentary ache passed into ecstasy as she adjusted to his girth. She settled herself onto him and savored the moment as she placed her hands on his chest and locked her eyes onto his.

She leaned down to kiss him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she gently rocked her hips. He loved the way she kissed, it was as if their tongues were battling one another - strong, demanding, intense, and mind-blowing.
He marveled at the joys her body brought to his. No other woman had ever brought him this level of intensity before. He admired how she was at one with her desire and was not afraid to let it take command and lead her toward sexual bliss.

She broke their kiss and lifted herself enough to guide her breasts to his waiting, hungry mouth where he swiped his tongue up her cleavage to make circles around the darkened flesh of her areola, darting around her taut, anxious, waiting nipple; then flicking his tongue repeatedly on her erect nipple to then suckle on her and reverse the maneuver and lick his way across to the other side repeating the series of movements, going back to the other side in a figure eight pattern … … again and again while she ground herself onto his root in a circular motion and rolled her hips in synch with the attentions he was paying to her miraculous melons.

She could feel her body urging her to increase her pace as she rolled her hips faster and faster. She then felt his arms encircle her and pull her close, tight, almost like a bear hug - and in one swift motion he rolled over and he was now on top of her.

He slid his hands from beneath her and placed them on the ground above her shoulders, pushed himself up so he could look into her lusty eyes and began to work himself slowly in and out of her. As he thrusted, he clenched his buttocks, causing his cock to flex inside her - raising the head and making it brush against her g-spot as he slid in and out. The sensation made her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head and caused lusty sighs of pleasure to escape from her pouty lips.

His movements increased in intensity, and he slid his arms underneath her shoulders, gripping her firmly as he began to piston himself into her with a frenzied pace. She then lifted her legs and clasped them around him, locking them together so every thrust and every movement was telegraphed into her, bringing them closer and closer to a crescendo of sexual paradise.

Deep hedonistic groans rumbled from his barrel shaped chest as she felt his body brace as he began to edge toward his peak. Together they worked towards climax their bodies intertwined, responding to each thrust, and counterthrust in the give-and-take of two lovers lost in the torrents of passion as if the world existed only for them at that moment - like time had stood still while they devoured one another until their thirst was slaked and they melted into each other … …

Several hours prior and after a light meal; like the day before, he had collected the quilts and they made their way towards the edge of the meadow to lie down together. As they lay there together and talked, things gradually turned to more intimate endeavors.

After enjoying each other’s carnal skills, while lazing in each other’s arms, they watched the clouds begin to stack up in the sky he whispered to her, “I think we’ll be sleeping inside tonight as it’s going to storm before long.”

Much to her disappointment he reached for his clothes saying, “I’ve got to get a few things secured before it starts raining. Weather moves in quick in these mountains and I don’t think we’ve more than an hour or so before things bust loose.”

True to his prediction, it started raining as dark, heavy clouds blacked out the sky. They spent the rest of the afternoon under cover talking about the similarities and differences in their lives while he prepared their evening meal of grilled Elk steaks (from last Fall’s hunting trip to Idaho), along with grilled vegetables from his garden, a simple wedge of lettuce slathered with blue cheese, crumbled bacon, and chopped walnuts, followed with a pie he made in a Dutch Oven with apples from his orchard.

The thunderstorms cooled the air; but not overly so and they sat under the porch with the dogs curled up around their chairs. They watched the light rain and listened to the thunder bounce off the mountains punctuated by the occasional thump of a dog’s tail on the floor of the porch.

When the rain ebbed for a few minutes, he slipped away and returned carrying a large wash tub. He entered the cabin, pushed the table to one side and placed in the tub in the center of the room. It was then that she noticed he had already warmed several giant pots of water on the camp stove. He looked at her with devilment in his eyes and said, “Fancy a bath?”

He poured water into the tub and proceeded to temper it with cool water until it was just right. He brought her close to him, stood behind her and slowly took her hair in his hands forming a ponytail which he secured with a piece of leather thong that he pulled from one of his pockets.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck, nuzzled her ears. He turned her around to face him and carefully began to undress her. He deftly slipped each button from its’ hole on her shirt and freed her shirt from her jeans. His hands moved lower, unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her trousers, and he knelt before her.

She placed her hands on his shoulders to balance herself as he removed her boots and her socks. He rose, then slid her jeans down over her hips allowing her to step free of the pile of denim on the floor. He then ran his hands up from her waist, under her shirt, gliding over her ribs, to slide her shirt from her shoulders allowing it to carelessly fall to the floor.

As the lamplight flickered in the room, he locked his eyes on hers, for the first time noticing a rim of green that encircled a dark amber core of her hazel-brown eyes. He leaned in to kiss her, softly at first - then harder. Their tongues danced … thrusting, twisting, caressing, and flicking one another. His kisses became hungry almost fierce as his hands explored her back and adroitly unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor. As they kissed, his hands roamed her body to settle on her hips and slide beneath the waistband of her briefs, pushing them off her hips to join the pile of cotton, satin, and denim on the floor.

He pulled away and held her hand as she stepped into the tub, the warm water encircled her calves. The door to the cabin was still open and the night air gently nipped at her skin and her nipples hardened reflexively. She stood in the tub, watching him shyly as he placed a very large pot of warm water on a chair he had pulled up beside the tub.

He draped a large fluffy looking towel over the chair and held a large sponge in one hand and a rich lavender smelling soap in the other. He placed the soap on the chair, soaked the sponge in the basin of water, moved to her, and then squeezed it in his hand dribbling warm and soothing water about her shoulders and down her back.

He gently drew the moist sponge along the nape of her neck, circling down along her jaw and up to the other side. She closed her eyes as he delicately wiped her brow, and her face. He dunked the sponge, this time allowing its cleansing wetness to run down the front of her chest, gliding over her breasts and down her smooth middle, washing away the accumulation of several days of hard riding and the afternoon’s passion from her body.

He knelt - wetting the sponge and washed her hips, thighs, calves, ankles, feet and looked up at her as he ran the sponge up between her legs to press it against her sex wiping away the silky moisture that had already started to appear. He immersed the sponge, allowing the moisture to flow over her warming her and helping nudge her arousal just a little further along. He dampened the sponge, rose, circled behind her, wet her back, and her rump - sliding the sponge up her cleft giving her a little shiver.

He dropped the sponge in the tub, picked up the bar of soap, dipped his hands in the water and began to make a lather as the soap floated over her. He started at her shoulders, working his way down her arms, caressing her body with his soapy hands, seeming to find every spot that she loved to be touched, pausing only to wet and lather his hands further.

His hands slipped over her breasts, cupping them, caressing them in his strong hands as his thumbs floated over her skin, circling her nipples, and sending ripples of pleasure through her body. He worked his way down her belly and circled his arms around her to wander up her back.

The scent of lavender was soothing and subtly tickled at her nose as his hands slid down to encompass her firm little bum to massage the soap all over her. He again kneeled before her, wet the soap in the tub, washed her legs, behind her knees, her shapely calves, delicate ankles, and graceful feet. He paused to lather his hands well, rose, and pressed his one hand against her Mound of Venus, the other in the cleft of her buttocks, and simultaneously slid his hands down between her legs to meet in the middle, probing her most soft and delicate areas, sliding his hands up and around to clean away everything but her true essence.

He rinsed his hands in the tub, took a small pot from the kitchen, dipped it in the large pot of warm water and slowly poured its contents over her shoulders, following it with his other hand to rinse away the soap. She couldn’t recall the last time someone had bathed her. It was relaxing and deliciously stimulating as he repeatedly dipped the pan in the warm water and continued to rinse her body, leaving her silky smooth and squeaky clean.

He toweled her dry, the fabric encircling her, holding the warmth of the bath close to her. The act of being bathed by him was intimate and she wondered if this was how it felt to be worshiped. Her body was renewed, fresh, and she was content in the moment.

Light rain beat out a tat-tat-tat on the roof of the cabin as he helped her from the tub. She padded her way into the other room to dress herself and returned wearing a long cotton nightshirt with her hair still in the ponytail. He rose as she entered the room as he had sat in a chair remove his boots. She approached him, gently grabbed a handful of his shirt, and guided him towards the tub. She smiled and said, “It’s your turn now my friend,” and began to undress him.

After she had bathed him, it was time to turn in and she noticed he had pushed the two beds together to prepare their accommodations for the night. She smiled at him as he reached to her hair and untied the leather thong holding her ponytail. He ran his hands through her flowing auburn hair, draping it over her shoulders.

He took her hand in his and turned out the lantern for night.

From the Gold Country of Northern California's Sierra Nevada Mountains,

Range Bull


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