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Five Roses For Ellen (swingers)
By BILL AND ELLEN
***
ELLEN'S VIEW:
The last half of July, Bill and I vacationed at a western
dude ranch with the unlikely name of Five Roses. We
signed in at a hotel desk that seemed a bit on the urban
side to have been what the owners called the bunk house.
The clerk suggested that we walk over to the arena to
watch the western show. We changed clothes in our room
and strolled outside to join a line of guests filing into
shaded bleachers surrounding the arena.
A young man galloped through a gate held open by a
grizzled looking ranch hand, twirling a lasso for a quick
pass in front of us, his horse kicking up clouds of dust.
He began a dazzling display of stunts that I couldn't
even imagine how one would train for.
He turned to look back at me as he rode past, grinning as
he jumped into a reverse sitting position on the saddle,
then stretched alongside the horse as I remember cowboys
doing in old TV movies when they wished to hide, not
allowing anyone on the far side of the horse to see them.
He went around half the arena's distance standing on his
hands in the saddle, then performed some saddle
gymnastics that would have impressed my aerobics
instructor even if he hadn't been on a horse. We laughed
and clapped along with the crowd.
At the end of his fifteen minute show, he jumped from his
horse onto a wooden stage at the arena's center, removed
his hat to reveal a shock of blond hair, and strode to a
microphone. He was tall and lean, his blue pants stuffed
into dark blue boots; I imagined his muscles rippling
beneath his blue satiny shirt.
"I'm Chad," he introduced himself. He was 23 years old.
His voice was at once husky and high-pitched, something
like Oliver North's, breaking now and then. He welcomed
us to the ranch and invited us to dinner at the "Chuck
Wagon Chow Hall" just beyond the corral. He climbed back
onto his horse, standing, and then was gone amid the
crowd's cheers.
An hour later, Bill and I sat across from him at a
checkerboard-covered wooden table in the dining hall.
Chad had been raised on an orphanage ranch and had joined
the marines when he was only 17. Bill had also been an
orphan and a marine recon. Chad had served fewer years,
but those experiences established a bond between them.
Chad took a particular interest in me. Although Chad was
only one of 4 riding instructors, he made sure he was
with me at every opportunity.
The next afternoon, I arrived at the riding stables,
attired in white boots, a white western hat and a beige
cowgirl mini-dress, with fringe reaching to mid-thigh. I
was raised in a city and had never ridden a horse, so
after an hour's instruction, I was bumping high in the
saddle as this uncooperative palomino trotted along a
well-worn forest path a couple of miles from the ranch.
Chad crawled from his horse onto my saddle behind me, his
hands pressing my legs, bared to the hips, tighter
against the horse, and blurted, "Don't hold the reins so
loosely!"
I turned to Bill, who was smiling at me, and muttered in
frustration, "Give me another half hour. I can do it, I'm
sure." Bill rode alongside Chad's horse, grasped the
reins, and offered, "Why don't you two keep at it until
Ellen gets it right? It's about six now, and I'm getting
hungry." Bill, of course, KNEW he was setting me up.
Chad protested halfheartedly, but Bill turned and trotted
off with Chad's white horse following obediently behind.
staying with me until I thought I was doing pretty well.
The sun was setting beyond the trees when he suggested we
ride back to the ranch. I requested that I ride behind
him, so we switched places. My hands defiantly on my
hips, I insisted, "Not so fast. I want to take in the
view."
He turned onto a wooded trail and told me, "Then here's
one you shouldn't miss." He stopped at a tranquil stream,
reddened by the late sun, setting beneath tall,
fantastic-shaped rocks.
"It's beautiful," I admitted and allowed my trembling
hands to slither around his hips. The horse shuddered
beneath us as he shook his mane. I rested my cheek on his
shoulder as I listened to the stream. His manhood grew
until half its length throbbed beneath my hands.
Although I didn't know at that time, Bill had sneaked
back, hoping that something would come of the arrangement
he'd left. I usually knew when Bill was watching, but he
was more careful outdoors than in our own home. He'd
positioned himself on the high rocks above amid the long
shadows of the tall pines.
BILL'S VIEW:
Having circled back, I'd tethered the horse to a pine
tree fifty yards behind me and was standing on an
overhanging flat rock jutting from the mound above them.
Leaning against a dying stump that was a head taller than
me, I watched them just twenty feet below.
Chad turned his head, his face brushing Ellen's. When she
didn't move, he kissed her. He came down off the horse
onto a bed of damp leaves. She glanced down. Her eyes
widened. She gasped at the burgeoning tool beneath the
burgundy jeans that fit him like an elastic glove. His
engorged penis bulged halfway down his thigh. He pulled
her alongside him, their arms twining. His hands cupped
the fullness of her soft breasts.
Her lips ovaled as his huge instrument throbbed against
her groin. Her face registered as much fear as desire as
she stroked his expectant manhood. Chad coaxed her to the
ground, his body hovering above her. Her hips rotated as
she thrashed beneath him. Although the evening wind was
warm, she was shivering with fear and passion.
He unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned the dress. Her
breasts and shaved mound lay exposed beneath his intense
gaze. His lips trembled as he tugged at the snaps of his
shirt and jeans. And now he was nude, his long cock
curving up an unbelievable length from the tuft of blond
pubic hair. Chad's body was hard and slender. His long
muscular arms were like tree trunks. His fingers that
were stroking her succulent breasts were like bananas.
His lips closed around a firm reddened nipple that was
no[w standing out like an Indian's spear. Ellen squeezed
his hardness. Her hand was unable to close around the
breadth of his broad manhood. He wordlessly spread her
trembling legs apart, his tongue exploring the path to
her stomach, then flicking across her vaginal lips.
She wailed with pleasure as his tongue probed her
clitoris. Her groin rotated with mad pleasure.
He mounted her. Ellen eagerly responded. Her long legs
involuntarily slid around his hips. The size of Chad's
long, bobbing cock as her ankles locked around him made
me think of her as straddling a horse from beneath. Her
pussy involuntarily quivered upward. My wife's hands
gripped his swollen instrument, guiding its bulbous head
to her vagina.
Her eyes were wide with fear and wanton pleasure as she
watched his long manhood slither into her lubricated
depths. She cried, "UNHHHHHHH! I'm so fucking hot! You're
KILLING me! It's so fucking BIG!" That didn't stop him. I
knew she didn't want him to stop. He was riding her with
the zest he'd displayed on his horse at the reaming
helplessly as his instrument rolled mercilessly through
her shuddering channel.
Sobbing, she was fucking back against him with a
vengeance!
ELLEN'S VIEW:
I'd forgotten about Bill. My vaginal walls were splitting
as Chad's huge instrument invaded my depths. I was so hot
I didn't know what to do. My voice quaking, I pleaded,
"Oh, Chad, GIVE it to me! I NEED your cock!" And I begged
for every inch until I was impaled by his enormous
scepter, sunk only HALF its length, the head pressing
against the back of my vagina. I moaned, "Oh, GOD! It's
so BIG! So fucking AWESOME!"
And now he was riding me furiously! I screamed out, "Oh,
GOD! I'm on FIRE! I've never FELT like this, don't stop!
Don't STOP!" I shuddered like the falling leaves around
us that were driven by the warm winds. His massive cock
steamed through my creaming tunnel! I burst into a flame
of a desire, sobbing with pleasure.
As my head was thrashing from side to side, I glimpsed
the shadowed form of Bill on the rocks twenty feet above
us. He was pumping his cock; I imagined him grinning down
at me, pushing my lust into overdrive!
Chad was pounding his monster into me, his lips mouthing
my soft breasts.
My long, slender legs gripped his rippling muscles, my
hips lifting with each withdrawal, my back surrendering
to the leaves' dampness with each heart-stopping thrust.
Sobbing, I mewed in a long modulated wail, "Oh fuck me,
Chad, FUCK me! FUCK ME-E-E-E!" Tears pooled in my eyes,
streaking my cheeks and wetting my hair.
Chad's eyes were glazed, his lips parted. I felt the
climax building between the two of us, his cock expanding
even further within the tremors of my lubricating walls.
Unexpectedly, he disengaged, pushing me around to my
knees.
I braced my arms against the leaves as his hands reached
around me, stroking the fullness of my breasts. His long,
curving cock reentered my cunt from the rear.
My mouth and eyes opened widely at the pain and pleasure
as he pushed deeper. I gasped passionately when we were
finally united, then screamed in ravenous ecstasy. He
thrust forward savagely. My vaginal muscles tightened
around his swollen cock. My clitoris fluttered
passionately as his huge veins bulged, forcing my walls
apart with a strength like Goliath's arms against the
columns of the heathen temple.
My heart was thumping so strongly, I thought it would
jump out of my throat. An earthquake rumbled deep within
my mind and my vagina; Chad and I were falling through a
massive, quaking crevice into a fiery well of adulterous
passion, my channel creaming like warm butter as we
thrashed against each other with the fervor of hellish
demons.
BILL'S VIEW:
Ellen's eyes were rolling as she fucked wildly back
against him in long strokes. His large rough hands cupped
her buttocks. His balls were slapping the mounds of her
buttocks. Her head gyrated in wide circles, her hair
flailing the warm night air.
My wife's body pulsated in white-hot lust. She turned to
watch him as she pleaded, "Oh, FUCK me, Chad! Fuck me
like I've NEVER been fucked!" And he was doing just that,
hammering his throbbing tool into her like a jackhammer.
Bucking back against him, she cried, "Oh, Chad, I LOVE
your cock. God HELP me! I love FUCKING you!" I was
drugged with a time-stilling sensation as I watched her
hips rolling in erotic rhythm with his every thrust. She
was staring at him in awe. My jaw sagged in the wonder of
their passion lolled in wide circles as they fucked like
demons; it was then that she glimpsed me as I gazed down
upon them.
I was stroking my cock. Our eyes locked a second as she
tensed. Then, as his tempo increased, she looked back at
Chad. A low quavering "OHHHHH!" escaped her lips with
each pummeling. Her soft breasts heaved in tremulant
rhythm with Chad's battering entry.
She eagerly bumped her hips against his, matching his
every thrust. She stared back to watch him as his hips
were hammering the roundness of her buttocks.
ELLEN'S VIEW:
My buttocks flattened against his stomach each time he
rammed madly into me. A rapturous promise of orgasmic
passion fluttered within my groin. I gasped, feeling the
passionate waves building within us. His massive cock was
expanding to even more monstrous proportions! I fucked my
vagina in upward circles, squeezing his manhood like a
hand wrapped around an udder. I squealed, "Come WITH me,
Chad! I love it! I LOVE it! I love YOU! Oh god YES! I
love YOU!"
And then it was happening! The stars crashed, exploding
in supernova! I shut my eyes tightly, sobbing as we came
in mind-shattering unison. Lost in a steaming forest of
erotic wonder, I moaned, "OH-H-H-H, JE-E-E-E-SUS!" Our
inflamed bodies and minds intertwined in cosmic eruptions
as his hot sperm continued to burst within my creaming
channel. And then again, with each shattering orgasm, my
eyes rolled, my long hair flailing the night air. His
cock pulsated as my cuntal walls milked the last of his
gushing sperm. I was fucking back against him long after
he'd no longer been able to thrust into me and his
slippery organ had begun to soften.
His chest heaved as he lay alongside me. I glanced to the
high rocks. Bill was no longer there. Chad would be mine,
alone, as long as I wanted him for the night.
Chad and I strolled to the stream, entering the cool
water slowly, and splashed around a few minutes. I was
lubricating again as I gazed at his manhood, now lustily
rising again.
When the warm breeze had dried our fervid bodies, I
rolled atop Chad, taking his cock in my mouth, bringing
him again to his unbelievably long hardness. I slurped
its length until, his cock far down my throat, my lips
and tongue fucked him to another orgasm. We spent the
night alongside the stream.
At midnight, I awoke to his muscular body hovering above
me. He entered me, my moans piercing the starlit night.
We made love with the passion of a young stallion fucking
an eager mare until three hours before dawn.
We rode back to the ranch, where I quietly entered our
room. Bill was still awake. I told him about all that he
didn't see, then drifted asleep. At sunup, he looked down
at me and inquired, "How'd you like the special guest
attention, my little Fuckeroo?" I giggled, pulling on his
cock.
Bill suggested that we drive to a nearby restaurant
instead of having breakfast in the dining hall that
morning.
As we emerged from the car into the restaurant's parking
lot, we each glanced toward at a hand-lettered sign
someone had taped to a pickup truck's rear window. We
laughed. The sign read, "HOW CAN YOU TELL HE'S A COWBOY
IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN HIM RIDE?"
THE END