Damsel In Distress

Mat counted off the days on his fingers. Today was Sunday. She did not seem at all broken up about his death. Of course she did refer to him as a son-of-a-bitch. He leaned back and looked into the kitchen. The woman had her skirt raised, one leg up on the chair, washing her inner thighs with a white rag. He gasped again and sat erect, trying to focus his attention outside. When he turned back she was standing inside the doorway, buttoning the top of her dress. She was even more beautiful than he had assumed from that one short glance. She had black hair, smoothly tanned skin, and a light sprinkling of freckles on her nose and cheeks. She seemed to be about 30 years old. The morning sunlight, slanting through the kitchen window behind her, lit her dress from the rear, showing all of her womanly charms through the thin material. He could see most of her body in one quick glance.

“My God,” he sighed.
“Thank you,” she said with a dimpled smile. “I will take that as a compliment.” She took up a broom and stood in front of the window, sweeping up the broken glass. He gasped in horror and tried to pull her away.

“Relax,” she said, looking through the broken window, “they won’t shoot me. They need me to sign over the papers to Willie.”
“Willie?”
“My brother-in-law.”
“Oh.”
“They would shoot you, of course, if they knew you were in here. On the other hand, they might simply leave,” she said thoughtfully. “They were expecting to take over the ranch in one foul swoop. I imagine they are getting more than a little worried, and a bit thirsty,” she said.
“The watering trough if shot full of holes,” he said, peeking out at his poor neglected horse.
“I know, I shot it when they tried to sneak up and fill a canteen. I have water inside. The nearest water for them is three hours ride.”

“Oh. Good thinking,” he said, watching her flowery dress approach his face, as she nearly backed into him. He leaned forward and sniffed her dress. He could almost smell her delicious ass through the thin material. He badly wanted to pull her to him and sniff to his heart’s content. He couldn’t, of course, he was a gentleman.

She turned and looked down at him with a smile. “I need to sweep there,” she whispered. He stood awkwardly, trying to hide his hard cock, poking against the material of his levis. She noticed his embarrassment, then looked down at it’s cause. Her eyes followed his crotch as he knelt on the other side of the window.

“Been a while since you’ve had a woman?” she asked sympathetically.
“It seems like a lifetime,” he quietly admitted.
“Would you like me?” she asked, moving closer. He closed his eyes and allowed his nose to press against the material of her dress.
“Oh yes,” he gasped.
“Ok,” she said simply. At first he didn’t believe his ears, then he didn’t know how to proceed. In desperation he grabbed her thighs and pulled her ass into his face. He breathed deeply, inhaling the fragrance of her womanhood through the material.

“That feels good,” she whispered. Mat worked up the material of her dress until he found himself facing her bare thighs. He leaned forward and kissed her left hip, then turned her so she was facing him. He pressed his nose against her cotton pantaloons. He could smell the strong aroma of woman through the cloth. He gave a shuddering gasp, pulled down the waistband and kissed her stomach.

She squealed lightly and pulled his face against her. He kissed the belly button, centered in her firm stomach, then pushed down her pantaloons until he could see her mound. It was large and dark, very inviting. He pressed his nose into the patch of black hair, then lowered his lips until he touched her warm flesh. She shuddered, with both hands on the top of his head. Gently she pushed downward until his lips were firmly touching her moist petals of pussy flesh. He sucked them into his mouth. She bent over his head, crying like a little girl. Using his large calloused thumbs, he pried the lips of her pussy apart and began licking.

The woman grunted and slid her legs farther apart. Mat tipped his face upward and supped on her moist loins. Her pussy spasmed around his mouth and tongue. Her thighs tightened and quivered, in response to his seeking lips and agile tongue. He slid his stiffened member up inside her vagina and wiggled it around as far as it would go. The woman gave a panting gasp each time his tongue fluttered inside her. Her juices started flowing, adding a delicious flavor to her already flavorful pussy.

As he grunted and nurse on her pussy flesh, Mat was bothered by the fact that he could not see the enemy outside. For all he knew they were sneaking closer, ready to shoot him when he showed. The feeling was so strong that the tore his mouth away from her pussy and took a quick look outside. All was quiet. His horse slapped it’s tail at flies, completely unconcerned with the world around him.

The woman was fumbling at his belt. He pulled his pistol out of his pants and pushed it down inside the holster, before removing it and opening his pants. He slid his pants down enough to reveal his throbbing cock. The woman gasped and immediately turned, placing her pussy on the head of his cock. Without warning she impaled herself on his long, throbbing manhood. They both gasped in unison. Mat looked outside, as the woman began slowly rising and falling on his cock. It was absolute heaven.

Mat reached around the woman and opened the top of her dress. He filled both hands with her firm, bulbous breasts. His fingers twirled her nipples. She cried out as she bobbed on his hard cock. Her ass was being flattened out of shape on his lap. She mashed herself down as far as she could go on his lap. She felt his cock touching deep inside her.

“Oh yes,” she gasped, throwing her head back. He looked at her red lips and pulled her mouth closer. He kissed her passionately, trying to follow her warm lips as she bounced in his lap.
He couldn’t remember a more glorious fuck. His cock was throbbing, desperately trying to grow and fill her even more than it already was. He could feel the veins pulsing on his manhood. He could also feel her pussy muscles clutching his manhood as it slid up and down. He felt a distinct fire building in his loins. He ground his teeth together and tipped his head back, ready for the explosion. To his horror, he realized that the woman was already having her orgasm. She screamed when he tried to piston his cock inside of her. She held onto his legs, forcing him to remain still. Too late his orgasm waned and faded. Her hot wet pussy slowly pulled off his manhood. He whined in frustration.

“Don’t worry,” she said with a smile. “I will take care of you.”
He liked the sound of that. His balls were hurting from restrained passion. He badly needed relief.
The woman laid on his legs and lowered her mouth to his throbbing cock. Still coated with her juices and a film of cream, she took him into her mouth and sucked.
“Oh my God,” he gasped. He had never seen anything more exciting. Her mouth was filled with her own juices. She seemed to savor them. She sucked and swallowed, then looked up at him with those dark brown eyes. He exploded in her mouth without warning. He felt embarrassed, but she didn’t seem to care. In fact, she seemed to enjoy his spurting cum. She swallowed it quickly in an attempt to keep up. Finally he stopped shooting cum. She took her time in sucking the full length of his cock, before she gently sucked the cum from the head of his cock and smiled up at him.

“Your cream was very sweet,” she said, wiping her mouth. “It had been some time, hadn’t it? A man grows sweeter with age.”
“You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen,” he gasped.
“Thanks. I wish my late husband had felt that way. He was more interested in his sister.”
“In his own sister?” Mat gasped.
“Yeah,” she said in disgust. “Oh, oh, something’s going on outside,” she warned. Mat grabbed his pistol and looked outside. The three men were advancing across the yard. One stopped and looked at his horse in surprise, then came on with the others.

“Fay!” a gruff voice called.
“Hold up right there,” Mat said as they reached the edge of the porch. One man started to move, so Mat put a shot in the dirt in front of him.
“Who’s that?” the harsh voice demanded. It belonged to a large, overweight man with an ugly face.
“None of your damned business,” Mat growled. “Drop your weapons.”
“Damned if I will,” the man said.
“Dead if you don’t,” Mat promised.
“Dam you,” the man shouted.
“Probably so, but you are still dropping your weapons,” he said amiably. It took a few minutes, but they finally dropped all their weapons on the edge of the porch.
“Now turn around and start walking. Don’t stop this side of Silver City, or I will shoot you on sight.”
“We’ve never seen you,” the ugly man complained.
“That’s right, but I’ve seen you,” Mat said with a laugh. “Now start walking.”

He watched the men until they disappeared over the hill.
“I need to water my horse and see if they are really going,” he said, standing and taking the rifle from her hands. He started to step through the window, then went to the door with a sheepish grin.
“I’ll be back,” he promised.
“Good, because we have three days until my men return. Let’s make the most of it.”
He nodded and ran to his horse. He was half way to the hill before he remembered that he had forgotten to water his horse. Oh well, there was plenty of time for that.