Archive-name: 3plus/riderose.txt

Archive-author: Ellen

Archive-title: Ride from Five Roses, The





       CHAPTER 12: OPEN MARRIAGE/THE RIDE FROM FIVE ROSES 



     Bill and I recently visited a dude ranch with the unlikely

name of Five Roses. After signing in, the desk clerk suggested

that we walk over to the arena to watch some trick riding that

was to begin in a few minutes. We went to our room in the hotel

the ranch called a bunk house, changed, and strolled outside to

join a line of guests filing into shaded, unpainted 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, then began a dazzling

display of stunts that I couldn't even imagine how one would

train for. At one point, 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. I later

learned this performer was only 23 years old.



     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. 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 "Chuckwagon 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 as well as a marine.

Chad had served fewer years, but those experiences established an

immediate bond between them, and Chad had taken a particular

interest in me. Chad was only one of 6 riding instructors, but he

made sure he was with me at every opportunity.



     The next afternoon, I arrived at the riding stables in white

boots, a white western hat and what might be described as a beige

cowgirl mini-dress, with fringe reaching to mid-thigh. I was

raised in Long Island and never ridden a horse, so after an

hour's instruction, I found myself 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 half-heartedly, but Bill turned

and trotted off with Chad's white horse following obediently

behind. Chad had been off duty more than an hour anyway, so I

talked him into 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. I put my hands on his hips, saying, "Not so

fast. I want to take in the view." He turned off a path and told

me, "Then here's one you shouldn't miss." He stopped at a stream,

reddened by the setting sun, beneath high, 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, then felt his manhood began to grow until half its

length throbbed beneath my hands.



     I hadn't known at that time, but Bill had sneaked back,

hoping that something would come of the arrangement he'd left. I

usually knew when Bill was around, but he was more careful

outdoors than in our own home. He'd positioned himself on the

rocks above amid long shadows of the tall pines.



     Chad turned his head, his face brushing mine. When I didn't

move, he kissed me. He came down off the horse onto a bed of damp

leaves. I glanced down and gasped softly at his size; his

engorged penis stretched halfway down his thigh. He pulled me

alongside him, our arms entertwining as our lips pressed

together.



     I gasped as his huge instrument bulged against my groin and

thigh. A feeling like fear caught in my throat, my stomach

churning with desire. His hands cupped my soft breasts. I moaned,

stroking his long manhood beneath his jeans, as he coaxed me to

the ground, his body hovering above me. My hips rotated as I

moaned beneath him.



     He unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned the dress until my

breasts and shaved mound lay exposed. His lips trembled as he

tugged at the snaps  of his shirt and jeans. And now he was

beautifully 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 like tree trunks, his broad

fingers like bananas. "Oh god," he murmured, gazing down at my

breasts.



     His lips closed around a firm reddened nipple that was now

standing out like an Indian's spear. I squeezed his hardness, my

hand unable to close around his long, broad manhood. He spread my

trembling legs apart, his tongue trailing down my stomach, then

flicking across my vaginal lips.



     I wailed with pleasure as his tongue twirled around my

clitoris. My groin rotated with mad pleasure. My throat was

tight, unable to utter the pleas I wanted to scream out. He

mounted me. My pussy involuntarily quivered upward to meet his

enormous cock. My eyes were wide with fear and wanton pleasure as

I watched the giant bulbous head slowly enter my vagina, then

slither into my lubricated depths. My vaginal walls were

splitting as his huge instrument delved further. 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

sceptre, sunk only HALF its length, the head pressing against the

back of my vagina, I moaned,"Oh, god, it's wonderful, Chad, god

it's so awesome! I love it, I love it!"



     And now he was fucking me as I screamed out, "Oh, Chad! I'm

on fire, Chad, I've never FELT like this, don't stop, don't

stop!" And there WAS no stopping him now as his massive cock

steamed through my creaming tunnel; I was now crossing a new,

sizzling threshhold of adulterous passion, 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. I enwrapped my long, slender legs

around his rippling muscles, my hips lifting with each

withdrawal, my back surrendering to the leaves' dampness with

each heart-stopping thrust. Sobbing, I mewed, "Oh fuck me, Chad,

fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" 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.



     Instead of allowing a climax, 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 re-entered 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 ecstasy as his thrusts massaged my swollen clitoris, my heart

thumping until 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. My

eyes were rolling as I fucked wildly back against him in long

strokes. His balls were slapping the mounds of my buttocks as my

head gyrated in wide circles, my hair flailing the warm night

air.



     My body pulsating in white-hot lust, I turned to watch him,

as I pleaded, "Oh, fuck me, Chad! Fuck me like I've never been

fucked before!" And he was doing just that, hammering into me

with the most wonderful cock any man had ever given me. My cuntal

folds throbbed and squeezed, enveloping his engorged manhood, as

I bucked against him; I muttered, "Oh, Chad, I love your cock,

god help me, I love fucking you!" Drugged with a time-stilling

sensation, I rolled my hips in gratitude! I looked up to see

Bill, gasping awesomely as he watched, stroking his cock madly as

he leaned against a high boulder, his jaw sagging in the wonder

of our passion. A low modulated "Oh!" escaped my lips with each

pummeling, my soft breasts heaving in tremulent rhythm with

Chad's battering entry.



     I eagerly bumped my hips against his, matching his every

thrust. I turned to look at him in absolute awe as his hips

hammered the roundness of my buttocks. I could feel the rapturous

waves of the mega-orgasm building within us; his monstrous cock

was expanding to massive proportions as I squealed, "Come with

me, Chad! I love it! I love it! I love you! Oh god yes, I love

YOU!" And then the stars crashed, exploding in supernova, as I

shut my eyes tightly, sobbing as we came in unison, our enflamed

bodies and minds entertwined in cosmic eruptions as he burst

within my creaming channel. And then again, with each shattering

orgasm, my eyes rolled, my long hair flailing the night air as I

moaned my gratitude. His chest heaved as he lay alongside me. I

glanced upward to see that Bill had left.



     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 beautiful body, and his manhood had begun

to rise. After 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 and 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. He was still fucking me madly at sun-up.



     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, each of

glanced down 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?"



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