Cowboy's Refuge Page 2

  Should no one in this family have sex? That stupid kid. I am his only family.

  I groaned as his comment ran through my head again. Sex. Steven knew that I had not had sex for four years now. I had no problem with sex, but it's my cock. My therapist diagnosed me with selective impotence. It is a condition where my cock would not erect unless I am attracted to my partner. My cock had no problem ejaculating with other ways of having sex – like blow jobs or hand jobs. But, it refused to get hard when it came to penetration.

  I was no longer a hopeless romantic, but my cock still seemed to be one.

  That kid. A pain stung my crotch as I thought of her. Of all the women that stayed at the ranch, my cock decided to be attracted to a high school camper. This should not happen.

  #

  I stepped out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. Two hot showers were not enough to calm my cock. It grew wild at the thought of that young blonde. I reached for my cock and gave it a light stroke. Damn it. The young woman crossed my mind again. Her beauty fueled my urge to masturbate, but I can't masturbate using a young high school girl as my object. It felt morally wrong, but it felt physically right.

  I wrapped my lower torso in a towel and walked to the kitchen. Shit. Hanging on the wall of our kitchen was a picture of Marilyn Monroe. It reminded me of the young woman again. My cock went berserk at the thought of her. The last time I had this urge was when I was desperate to have Gracie.

  My cock mellowed when my anger arose. Gracie Bush was my ex-fiancée. She was the only woman I had had sex with since I was twenty-four. She was also the only woman I’d ever loved – but she betrayed me.

  Gracie was my employee. She was a homeless stowaway. I took her in and gave her a job and my heart. Her damsel in distress act fooled me hard, because she was really nothing but a gold-digger. I fell into her trap. That scamming bitch not only defrauded me, but left me broken. Both my heart and my cock.

  Aside from selective impotence, she made me distrust other women – especially those with red hair. They all seemed like liars to me and I despise liars. The next time someone fooled me, I swore to make them pay hard.

  Hard. That's what my cock became when that young woman crossed my mind again. I took a can of beer and walked out to the porch. I was about to open the beer when I saw the young blonde walking with the older teacher. They appeared to be discussing something. My lips curved into a wide smile.

  She's not a student. I concluded. She’s a teacher's assistant!

  My cock rejoiced at my conclusion. It twitched harder and begged for a release. I pinned my eyes at the young woman and reached for my cock. It was hard – harder than it had ever been. My hand wrapped around my girth. My rough palm scratched the sensitive skin.

  Her lips. I imagined them at the tip of my cock. Their softness traced the circumference of my shaft. Ah… her tongue swiveled around my cock. Her hands held the base of it.

  The friction from my rough palm intensified as my imagination fueled my desire. I squeezed and shook my cock harder until I was near my climax. I wanted to call her, but who is she? So, I grunted harder instead, as my cock ejaculated hard. It spurted a huge amount of seeds. An intense and rippling pleasure overwhelmed me.

  I crushed the can with my other hand as I held on to my orgasm. It had been a long time since I’d had an intense one. I need to have her, I declared. My cock took a long time to find a woman who would awaken it. I don't care if she was a student assistant or too young for me. My body needs her and I shall have her.

  My vision began to clear as my orgasm subsided. I laughed hard standing naked on the ranch. It was a good thing that no one was around – except…

  The young woman stood across my porch. She was about a hundred meters away, but she could see me. Naked and hard. Her face looked shocked and she stood there frozen. She must have seen me pleasuring myself.

  I picked up the towel and wrapped it around my waist. The young woman walked backward as I looked at her. Her shock had turned into fear. I wanted to approach her, but she turned around and walked away. Fuck! That young woman might think that I am a crazy pervert who enjoys voyeurism.

  "Steven," someone called.

  "Shut up, bitch!" Steven said. "Uncle's downstairs."

  "Why did he come home early?" another woman asked.

  Fuck this life! I thought in anger. My nephew was in his room with two women and I was here – on the porch giving myself a hand job.

  #

  The early summer night sky glittered as I took a stroll near to a creek. Steven's activities became louder and I needed to get out of my house. My nephew made me want to be nineteen again. I was as reckless as he was at that age. Perhaps even more. Everything changed when I met Gracie. I forced myself to be loyal to her. Too loyal, as after that, my body only wanted her.

  Gracie knew that I became a fool for her. She opened the idea of marriage and I fell for it. There was no proposal between us. I only declared outright that she was my fiancée.

  Gracie wanted an extravagant wedding and I was ready to give it to her. I set up an account for her to finance everything she wanted for our wedding. She was gone three days later. No one knew who she really was or where she came from. That bitch came with nothing, but she walked away from me with a hundred grand.

  Steven witnessed everything and the kid vowed not to fall in love. I did not correct him. It was better than letting him go through the heartache I’d had. He can play with any woman he wants. I would have done it, too, if only my cock would cooperate.

  "Dear Lord, it's cold!"

  The woman's voice made me curious. The part of the creek where they were was off-limits for the campers. It was part of my private estate and no one was allowed there except for me and my employees.

  The voice led me to a large oak tree. The tree represented the border of my private estate and the guest ranch. I was about to call the person when the young blonde woman appeared. She dipped her foot in the creek and trembled at the feel of the icy water. What is she doing? I wondered as it was already past midnight. The high school campers had all retreated to the Abigail Quarters, which was about two miles from the creek.

  The young woman looked around. I bent down and hid behind the wild bushes. My eyes widened when she removed her shirt. A loud grunt escaped my mouth and my cock erected in an instant when the blonde removed her bra. I drooled on her healthy and large young breasts. They looked perked up from being released.

  I blew a long shivering breath when the young woman pulled down her jeans. Damn. She was a bit chubby, but her body had a curve of an hourglass. Her butt cheeks looked like they had never been pounded or slapped. The crack of her ass ate her lacy underwear. Remove it. I almost screamed.

  The young woman looked around again. She took a deep breath and pulled down her panties. She hung her clothes on the roots of the tree and walked to the water.

  I shivered as she moaned to the cold water. The creek water was so clear it reflected the light of the full moon. The night did not hinder the clear water from showing her voluptuous body. What the hell was she doing? How could she enjoy a night swim?

  The woman rubbed her skin as if she was taking a refreshing bath in a tub. My mouth ran dry as I watched her rub her breasts. I reached for my cock and held it. I stroke it hard as she rubbed her body with water. No, No. My strokes hastened as the woman walked out of the creek.

  My erection intensified when I had a frontal view of her body. She covered her private parts and rushed to the tree. I watched as the water dripped from her back and enter the crack of her butt. I imagined trailing that drip with kisses and settling my face between her thighs.

  Fuck! I thought with a groan when I erupted in another orgasm. I dropped on the ground gasping. My hands were full of my sticky cum. Even Gracie had not made me come this much.

  "Is someone there?" she asked. Her voice had a mix of fear and worry.

  I stayed still so I would not disturb the bush. She put on her clothes quick
ly and ran away from the creek. A grin formed on my lips. I had seen everything she had. The only thing left was for me to take all of it. That body. That face. Everything. I wanted to have it all.

  Falling in love was a risk for me. I did not want to have another heartbreak, but I was ready to take a risk. My only prayer was that she would not be like Gracie. That she was not a liar. For if she was, I would have to make her pay. Excitement built inside me. Punishing her would be great, but I would rather have her in a different way.

  Olivia

  I opened the door to the RV and crawled inside. Some young employees used the car to have sex and forgot to lock it. One of the women complained that the car was too small for a threesome. Geez. I'll be twenty-three soon and I am yet to lose my virginity, but those kids… Oy.

  They made me regret my prudence. I was not afraid to die as a virgin, but a woman has to experience romance. When I was younger, my dream was to marry a cowboy. It never changed even when the men around me wore fashionable clothes. I often imagine myself on a horse with a cowboy and we would look over our ranch. A wide smile escaped my lips as my naughty dreams returned to me.

  I might be a virgin, but it did not stop me from pleasuring myself. I often imagined a cowboy between my legs and he pleasured me with his tongue. Uhm… a green-eyed, curly blonde-haired cowboy, with broad shoulders and beautiful thick lips. His smooth light stubble brushed on my sensitive skin. Then, he would look straight into my eyes and we would look at each other before he would take me.

  My heart jumped when a clear image of a cowboy appeared in my mind. Mr. Colton. My body quivered with awe when I remembered that receptionist. He was the man I’d always imagined. Both clothed and not.

  I covered my face and tried not to smile, but I could not do it. The two images of Mr. Colton that I saw flashed vividly in my mind. His green eyes made my heart gallop fast when our eyes met this afternoon. His stare flattered me. There were sexy high school students in front of me, but he stared at me like I was the most beautiful girl in that room.

  A grown man like him would not be attracted easily to a high school kid. But, he would not be attracted to me, either. I'm not the typical "sexy" kind of girl. I'm leaning towards the plus side, but with a slightly smaller waist. Many women consider my size as fat, but I'm the kind most men would call curvy. Many anti-fans used to body-shame me, but I ignored all of them. I was happy with my body and Mr. Colton's stare made me even happier.

  Mrs. Spencer refused to let me stay with the students. She told me to get accommodations of my own. The only accommodation my money could afford was a tent, but the campground will not be open until tomorrow. I had nowhere else to go and I did not want to leave without knowing Mr. Colton.

  And, I got to know him well – somehow. The memory of him pleasuring himself on the porch, covered my body in heat. The large log cabin was about a hundred meters from where I stood, but everything was clear. Perhaps because Mr. Colton was a huge man he also had a huge… cock.

  It was a shocking view to see a man masturbate in front of you. I got scared for a while, but then, it began to feel strange. He looked gorgeous as his muscular jaw clenched. His muscles firmed as he stroked his shaft. He looked so manly. I was ashamed to admit it, but a desire to hold his cock grew inside me. I wanted to stroke it for him.

  Wetness overflowed my pussy when I imagined his cock inside me. When he had reached his climax, my body craved to be under him. I shut down that thought immediately.

  Mr. Colton might be handsome and sculpted to perfection, but my virginity was only for the man I would love forever. I hope. But, that scene intensified my desire. It was so intense that I could not stop imagining him despite the dip in the creek.

  I looked at my breasts. My nipples were still perked from the cold water. Desire defeated my reluctance. I reached for my nipples and squeezed them gently. "Mr. Colton," I uttered when I imagined his mouth sucking my breasts. My other hand wandered under my jeans.

  I trembled when my fingers located my soft bead. For the past year, I turned to masturbation as a way to calm my fears. It helped me sleep, but this time, I have done it for pleasure. It was the first time in a long time. I expected a better experience as I had a vivid image of a cowboy.

  My body turned wilder. I removed all my clothes, lay down on the floor and pleasured myself until my entire body arched hard at the shallow orgasm. I remained on the floor, pulsating, but unsatisfied. It was not what I expected. I wanted Mr. Colton. What is happening to me?

  #

  The sound of a slamming door woke me. I peeked out the window and saw a family moving into the other RV. I put on my clothes and snuck out of the RV. The smell of breakfast filled the air and my stomach grumbled. The last meal I’d had was a cheeseburger when the bus stopped at McDonald's for lunch yesterday.

  "Good Morning."

  My heart stopped when I heard the voice. I turned around and saw Mr. Colton on his horse. He greeted the campers like a prince on a white horse. Well, he did look like a prince – a young Prince Philip of England. His cowboy hat blocked the sun from his face, but it did not cover any of his gorgeousness. He must have shaved because his stubble was thinner and the dimple in his chin showed more. The bright sky made his eyes greener. His brown and blue flannel shirt made him look less muscular, but he looked younger.

  The world seemed to stop when he looked my way. He looked flustered when our eyes met. I tried not to smile as I remembered his face when he was on the porch. His lips curved into a shy grin. He raised his head and stared back at me. His grin turned into a wide boyish smile as his eyes roamed over my body.

  His stares tickled my desire. I felt like he could see through me – not just my soul. But, all of me. He looked at me with such wanting I could feel his desperation to have me. A strange energy traveled from the ground. It tickled the back of my ears and made me smile at him.

  His face lit up at my smile. He excused himself from the other campers and rode his horse towards me. I wanted to leave, but my feet would not budge. I was excited to see him up close. I forgot how to breathe while my heart forgot to follow a healthy rhythm. My mouth ran dry and a lump formed in my throat as he came close. A heat of desire engulfed me as I got a clear view of his handsomeness and his bulging crotch.

  "Are you lost?" Mr. Colton asked. He smiled and explained, "Your students are at a different campground. Just a few meters away from the Abigail quarters."

  I opened my mouth, but no answer came to my mind. He should not know I was a trespasser. He could have me reported and my cover could be blown again. This is Montana. I might be closer to home, but I am also closer to the person who wants me dead. I had to protect my identity more than before.

  "I'm going back to Reno," I said in a hurry. Getting away from this ranch was a better choice. Even if the hope of love sprung from my heart.

  "All of a sudden?" Mr. Colton said in a worried tone. He dismounted from the horse and asked, "If this is about last night…"

  My face reddened and I quickly looked away from him. He was about to continue when two employees walked up to us. He did not continue with his question and faced the workers.

  "A family is asking for a refund," one worker said.

  "W-why?" Mr. Colton asked.

  "Someone trashed the RV reserved for them," the worker explained. "We could have another trespasser roaming around."

  Mr. Colton's eyebrows curved in anger. He looked at me and I jolted in surprise. The RV was already trashed when I snuck in. I almost said it as my defense. But, being an actress, I pretended to be innocent. He took a deep breath and frowned.

  "Offer them the family cabin at the same price," Mr. Colton responded. "And bill Steven."

  "Steven?"

  "Is there another person who would have the courage to do that?" Mr. Colton asked. "Hopefully he did not hump those girls in there, too."

  "Oy. Is this sex on the ranch?" I murmured with a little laugh. Mr. Colton looked at me with his lips pressed hard against eac
h other. I avoided his eyes and said, "I have to go. Nice meeting you…"

  "Austin Colton," he replied.

  Austin. A nice name for a cowboy. I looked at him for a while. It would have been great if I could know him more aside from his name and his body, but time was against me. Fate was against me.

  "How about you? What's your name?" Austin asked.

  "Oli…Aileen Moore," I quickly covered.

  "Did you call for a ride?" Austin asked. "The main road is far and it is a bit hard to travel on foot."

  I fell silent. He was right. The trail to the main road was a bit steep and the ranch was too far from the road. It was too early for anyone to be going home from the ranch. It would be hard to hitch a ride.

  "I can give you a lift," Austin offered. He brushed the hair off his stallion and added, "But, on a horse."

  "No, but thank you. I’d rather walk," I said.

  His lips twitched with disappointment, but his reaction flattered me. I looked at him for a while. My feet did not want to take a step away from him. It seemed that my heart knew that if I walked away from him, I would be walking away from something I had been longing for.

  Love. Romance. Even in my movies, I never had them. In most of my movies, I was a problematic child or teen. My breakthrough movie was an action film and I played a witness on the run. Who knew that it was a premonition of what I would be today.

  "Why were you on this side of the ranch?" Austin asked. "Large groups of campers are usually on the other side."

  Austin's stares turned suspecting. I pretended to be calm even when my mind panicked for a reply. I forced a smile and lied, "I wanted to see the whole ranch before I leave."

  "Did you?" Austin asked. I panicked and thought he still suspected me, but he quickly added, "I could give you a tour of the whole ranch if you want. I could even give you a lift to the town center if you agree."

  His offer made my mind panic more. I wanted to take his offer, but I was afraid he would find out about me. He looked like someone I could trust, but I also trusted Marcus and got into this mess. The strange feeling grew stronger in me – the feeling that I would lose something important if I turned him down.