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Rodeo Girl

... thing. She had rightly been really pissed about that and he had then taken extreme umbrage. I'm no Freud, but something told me that his need for anal was symptomatic of something else. Maybe he preferred me when I was more boyish, rather than the girly-girl I was rapidly becoming. Maybe that was his problem with me.

We had a lovely Thanksgiving at the Ranch and by the beginning of December I was feeling much better and the Surgeon was really pleased with my progress. He gave me this thing to wear to protect my new tits and, honest to God, if it had come in silver you would have said I was wearing the top half of a suit of armour! Still, it did the job and I was happy to be out riding again even if there was no galloping! The rides were shorter too as it was cold and the days were now short. I was concerned about Rob, and obviously Eileen, and the atmosphere that sometimes developed in the evening was so heavy you could almost cut it with a knife, but I had also reached the point where I really needed a good seeing to.

I reckoned I could help Eileen by giving Rob what he so clearly needed. I would wear the same cow-girl get-up as I had for George on his birthday, but I would put my hair up under my hat this time with the strap around my chin to keep it in place. That night I took Rob to my room. Eileen looked at me as I pulled him along. I could not read her face at all. It had a pained smile on it that seemed to convey a sense of impending loss. Was she afraid of ...

... losing me, or afraid of losing Rob? It preyed on my mind and I was glad it was not me who was going to be doing the fucking as I doubted that I would be able.

I told Rob that due to my chest bandages he would have to fuck me from behind and I bent over the arm of the chair with a cushion supporting my breasts. I lifted the tasselled skirt onto my back and, since I wasn't wearing panties, my plump ass was beautifully framed between my boots and my skirt as I straightened my legs and thrust it out provocatively. My God did he fuck me. It was far more than just pent-up lust. He held my hips and pounded me with an animalistic energy that I had never felt before. Anyone out in the yard would have been able to hear the slap-slap-slap of him thrusting into my ass and possibly even my whimpering squeals as he filled me with delight.

I was so much more practised now, that I knew how to subtly shift my position to maximise my enjoyment. I moved myself carefully by sliding forward slightly so that his urgent thrusts were repeatedly hitting that special spot. I felt him getting close and tried to squeeze him out as I pushed back. He grunted like someone had punched him in his belly as he pumped his seed deep inside me and my limp cock spurted, leaving a pool of cum on the floor.

I had done my best to look more like a boy and it clearly caused him to take me in a real frenzy. My desperate state, combined with his, had made it so intense that I had absolutely loved it. When I picked ...