Itried to impale myself on it, but he held me off allowing his head lingerat the entrance before beginning to slide into me as slowly as he could.Once...again I felt his head slowly stretching me open, slowly, slowly,until it slipped inside and my muscles closed over the head of his glans.He pushed inside until I could feel him hard against me.I arched my back and pushed backwards against him to get him as deepinside me as I could. Then he started fucking me properly. I had notknown anything. Eventually, I got control back, an' I could see that all of the ex-whores was more than excited about the possibility of resumin' their old profession."OK, it looks like a lot of y'all want ta return ta bein' whores an' gittin' paid fer it. Let me see the hands of those of y'all what want ta do that. We'll worry about the details later." It looked like every hand in the crowd went up. "Fine, now let me see the hands of those of y'all what want ta do somethin' else." Nothin'! Not a hand was. "Hey, folks!" An old cowboy, tall in the saddle, rode up in prairie coolness. Waving his hat to all, he dismounted and personally greeted about nine of us: “Candy...Candy Butler...Howdy...Candy...You must be David," he beamed, "Long trip?"I took too long to answer; he moved on.He was magnificent, a description reserved for exceptional beasts, but apropos for this cowboy. He was big, beefy; with a barrel chest fitting snugly in a festive western shirt and with powerful thighs in equally snug. "I stretch almost painfully to wrap my leg around your waist and allow you deepest access as you cock glides into me. My clit gets tickled by your hair. The fire burns hotter. I've never been this hot."Drill me." I moan. "Drill me. Drill me. Drill me." I feel you so deeply, you must be drilling the wall too."Oh God." You groan against my lips. "I'm sorry. I'm there. So hot."I can feel you throbbing inside me. The hose bursts and liquid fire fills me. I push my tongue more deeply into your mouth.