Jumbo 3

“Fuck, aw shit, fuck!” Ryan complained as he began to pump his semen into her tight ass.

He did not pull out of her. They lay, both trying to catch their breath, him draped over her wide back. Ryan did his best to support most of his weight on his elbows, leaning against the heavy saddle.

Then he gently kissed the side of her sweating face.

“I love you, you know that?” he whispered as he finally worked his limp cock free of her gaping anus.

He did take one more picture. This picture showed her raw, greasy anus, with a splotch of semen ringing the reddened flesh, and a thin trickle of semen dripping down toward the carrot orange pubic hair beneath her anus.

“I uh, I always wanted be a cowboy,” Ryan said as he drove them to Aunt Elizabeth’s house. “Three years old, my grandfather gave me a pair of boots.”

“Aw!” Yvonne smiled at the thought.

“Still got them,” Ryan said. “Going give them to my first little boy.”

“Suppose it’s a girl?” Yvonne asked.

“Then she’s going be a cowgirl,” Ryan said and pulled to a stop in front of Aunt Elizabeth’s house.

Yvonne’s mother did wrinkle her nose at the smells emanating from Yvonne.

“Whew! Can tell you been around a bunch of horses tonight!” she exclaimed. “Go shower, huh? Hate the smell of that animal oil.”

“Mink oil,” Yvonne corrected. “And I think it’s the most amazing smell in the world.”

But she did go and shower, did do her best to wash the slimy sensation from between her buttocks. Then, laying in her bed, sleep would not come. She masturbated twice, reliving the sex, the dirty, disgusting animalistic sex.

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The next time Ryan had the Friday night shift, he introduced Yvonne to Sixty Nine. She loved it, loved that she could pleasure her beautiful man while he pleasured her. But as soon as the orgasm waned, as soon as she finished swallowing his hot load, she located the can of mink oil and thrust it at him.

Then she lay down on her back, buttocks propped up on his old saddle.

“Ugh!” both cried out as he lined his creased cock with her greased opening and jammed it in.

“Oh, Baby yeah!” Ryan grunted as he drove himself into her.

“Like this,” she smiled as she played with her breasts.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah, can look into those beautiful eyes of yours,” Yvonne smiled up at him.

“You’re the beautiful one here,” Ryan grunted.

That curious warmth was again welling up and Yvonne reached down and began to play with her clitoris.

“Ugh!” Ryan grunted as her sphincter clamped down, squeezing and milking his fat cock.

Aiee!” Yvonne screamed out.

“The horses must be getting used to you doing that,” Ryan chuckled as none of the horses reacted to her screams of pleasure.

Again her sphincter squeezed and strangled his cock. A moment later, he stiffened. She screamed in another orgasm as his hot spunk flooded her bowels.

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Bartholomew Chastaine wrote out letters of recommendations for both Ryan Dufour and Yvonne Parcells. A ranch in Wyoming hired the two recent high school graduates; him as a hand and her as a cook.

But before they moved to Wyoming, in the empty stall they’d used so many Friday and Saturday nights was where Judge Marie Robichaux performed their wedding ceremony.

Yvonne was proud of fitting into her size twelve wedding dress. She did look beautiful in her wedding photographs.

“Don’t worry,” Ryan said, squeezing a handful of her still ample buttocks. “Couple of months of eating that good ranch food? You’ll be even more beautiful.”

“Oh bullshit!” Yvonne laughed. “You just got a thing for fat asses.”

“Got a thing for yours,” Ryan agreed.

The End.