Once he was motionless I couldn't
resist patting his bald head and telling him to be a good boy and follow
directions. With my nylon legs down along his, my high heel spurs tucked under
his ankles I put my left arm around his neck and directed his hands to my
buttocks. I started slow up and down pelvic movements gently testing the bounce
against my cervix, and then did a few quick strokes. Ready to ride I exclaimed.
“Let’s ride cowboy! The chute gate is open! Let’s see what you can do! Let’s see if you can buck me off the saddle!”
He first bucked uncontrollable as if
a real bronco while I hugged his neck and he my buttocks to avoid falling off.
Soon he broke into to a galloping rhythm and in unionism I rode him hard as I bounced
on my saddle. He kept exclaiming,
"No way!" while I moaned, “Whoa! Whoa!" Suddenly in a last frenzy we climaxed
As he ejaculated, panic struck. I felt semen spurting. Thinking the condom broke I grimaced as his penis did its ebbing act. He stared back unsure, wondering what was amiss.
I reached down, held the rim of the condom by my thumb and index finger, arched up and slid off. Everything was wet.
A wave of relief swept me back to smiling. It was intact, his semen safely encased.
As his penis shrank back to puppy
dog status I pulled it off him, tied it, wrapped it in tissue and put it in the
night stand drawer. I thought of the close call which might have occurred. My
libido was at its peak for the month, the most susceptible time for
I had experienced a great climax but was robbed of the afterglow. I lay next to him and kicked off my shoes. They clumped next to the bed. I left the garter belt and nylons on. We were both sweaty. We didn't talk, just laid staring up to the ceiling. I thought about going to the bathroom for a towel but instead just continued to lay there.
After we stopped perspiring and our
sweat had evaporated or been absorbed by the sheets we bantered. He removed the
belt to untie his ankles, pulled me to him and we lay side by side facing one
another. He stared at me but I looked at the wall behind him. Soon I could feel
his penis swell up again, not as big as before but big enough; he was ready to
I rolled back and spread my legs. He rose up between them but then hopped out of bed.
“Here’s, your shoes, put them back on.”
“No, here’s the package put one on.”
He fumbled about in his haste. I took it from
him, tore one open and watched him roll it on as he stood before the base of
the bed. His penis still pointed straight out but did not twitch in
anticipation as before. Once he had it in place I lifted my legs high for his
entry to allow his full penetration and stared at my feet with red polished toe
nails peeking through the nylons.