Dr. Erica Welch shifted in her seat and uttered a tiny moan. Closing her eyes, she pulled her glasses up and massaged her eyes. This is insane, she thought for the hundredth time that day. She returned her glasses to their normal place and tried to concentrate on the paperwork before her. The CBC’s and other blood work on one of her patients needed to be examined, but her breasts were becoming uncomfortably full and every shift of her weight reminded her of the fat plug seated in her dripping pussy.
She shook her head and with a bemused smile, stood up, and tossed the stack of papers into her in-box. They would be waiting on her in the morning. Theoretically so would the woman who had so drastically changed her life these last few months, but the novelty of that hadn’t even begun to wear off. Just thinking of her, getting home to her, and getting physical with her, sent tingles down the pretty doctor’s spine.
She carefully hung her lab coat and stethoscope on the coat tree in the corner of her office and pulled on the navy jacket that matched the pants she was wearing. She was glad she had chosen dark pants today, as the growing stain at her crotch was evident. Every movement caused the plug to move within her and she was so wet it felt like it was sliding out. Even though her rational mind knew the extremely tight panties she wore would prevent that, her inner muscles clamped down on it and she gasped. She had gotten so used to wearing boxers, but Cristy still surprised her occasionally and this had been one of those mornings. The eight or ten calls throughout the day, where her girl told her all about what she was doing with her own vibe had ensured Erica stayed on edge.
“I am going to kill that little brat for this,” she vowed before taking a deep breath and exiting her small office.
Jill, her receptionist smiled and waved as Erica breezed past, doing her best to keep her face neutral and hips turned to hide the growing wet spot in her slacks. Jill’s husband, Brent, worked in the office next door and since she rode in with him, she always stayed two hours past office hours. The arrangement actually worked out very well, as many parents didn’t get off work till five and the convenience of being able to schedule appointments till seven hadn’t hurt her business at all. Of course, being the only pediatrician in Claymont didn’t hurt either. Fighting the urgent need she felt, Erica locked the door from the outside before getting into her truck.
It was nearly a thirty minute drive out to what she and her lover rather euphemistically referred to as the ranch. In this neck of the woods, one hundred and seventy five acres barely amounted to a homestead, but it was more than enough for them. Maneuvering through the traffic was a test of her will power, but she managed to make it to the old state highway and accelerated away from the skyscrapers and strip malls. Claymont had aspirations of being a big city and if the new highway budget came through it just might make it. For now it was a medium sized city with pretensions of being Dallas south.
Within a few miles all traces of civilization had disappeared. This was cow country, and soon the roadsides were deep ditches, filled with weeds and lined with miles of barbed wire fences. Behind those fences were thousands of acres of pasture and more cattle than her mind could even comprehend.
Her own small piece of heaven had been prime cow land when she bought it from an aging rancher who was scaling back. Rather than getting some cows, Erica had purchased several horses and now had a respectable herd. She had crossbred mustangs with quarter horses and most of the local cowboys came to her for their mounts. She earned a considerable additional income raising and selling them and had recently purchased an Arabian stud and a Tennessee Walker mare. It had been rough at first, just her and her young daughter, but she had managed to build her herd while building her practice in town.
Unlike Claymont, Hobson’s Crossroads had no pretensions of being anything more than a small country community. Erica was a very attractive woman and had found it easy to make friends when she moved here after her divorce. Welcomed by the few residents, she quickly became a familiar presence at the local store and gas station. She had exceptionally nice legs, toned from hours of riding and working on the ranch. These complimented nice hips, a gorgeous ass, flat tummy and large full breasts. Her voluptuous figure had been widely commented on in the small community, but suitors had been few, as she was often at work until very late when she was struggling to get established.
By the time she had settled in and had time for social functions there had been no one to invite her anywhere. She hadn’t minded, she was sick of men and found the life of solitude on the ranch to be just what she needed. Most of her social life occurred online and over time she had developed a rapport with a certain woman from one of the message boards she kept up with regularly. The mutual attraction proved to be stronger than Erica’s innate caution about letting anyone back into her life and eventually she had invited Cristene out to stay for a few days.
That had been six months ago today. As she slowed for a truck pulling a trailer filled with hay bales she considered that. It was hard to believe that so much had happened in six short months. Even more amazing that her life had changed so much, she thought. The truck was moving slowly, but rather than pass she pulled a cigarette out and lit it, rolling down the window. The smells of fresh grass, rain, cows and good earth entered with the sweltering evening heat. There had been so many changes and one of them was beginning to get uncomfortable again.
Her lover’s first priority, once she got settled in and they decided to try and make a go of it as a couple, was to attempt to get Erica lactating. The sexy doctor had experienced mixed feelings at first, but the constant and loving attention to her breasts was extremely pleasant and she had not voiced her concerns. She loved the relaxing feeling and emotional closeness of having Cristy suckling and never really expected it to start her producing milk again, but she had been wrong. Erica had decided that the apparent joy and utter contentment on her lover’s face when she nursed more than made up for the inconvenience. On days like today when she worked late and didn’t make it home for lunch she questioned that decision, but deep down she knew the moment she got in she wouldn’t change it for the world.
The truck pulled off to a gated entrance and the driver gave a friendly wave as Erica accelerated past him. She waved back, but it was a conditioned response. Her mind was now evenly divided between her aching breasts and quivering pussy. Even driving was on as close to automatic pilot as she could get, and she was still miles from home.
By the time she wheeled the big tuck onto the gravel driveway that lead back to the house she was nearly beside herself. Bouncing along the dirt drive nearly undid her as the big plug seemed to be fucking her with each rut and pot hole. Her legs were shaky and after parking the truck, she had to sit for a few moments and concentrate before she felt steady enough to walk to the front door. The plug sent insistent signals through her pussy, with every step she took, that she needed attention. Erica collapsed against the door as her knees went weak and a tremor passed through her. She had never been this close to orgasm without anyone even touching her and it was disconcerting.
The door swung open unexpectedly and she collapsed into Cristene’s arms. The redhead wasted no time in shoving her against the wall and falling to her knees. She didn’t even close the door, Erica thought fleetingly. Cristene tugged the doctor’s shirt out of her slacks and leaned forward, trapping the material against Erica’s tummy with her forehead. Her small, nimble hands quickly defeated the button and pulled the zipper down, allowing the slacks to fall open.
Erica groaned when she felt her lover’s soft, warm lips gently kiss her just above the waistband of her panties. She let her feet slide out a little and tangled both hands in Cristy’s thick red tresses. She felt another kiss, higher up and then gasped when Cristy began to tongue her navel. Her hands went to the wall for support as her legs began to quiver and threatened to give out on her.
Cristene curled her hands into Erica’s slacks and pulled them down; releasing them when they caught on the doctor’s splayed knees. The redhead dragged her nails up Erica’s sensitive inner thighs and then peeled her panties down as well. Erica felt long slim fingers dig slightly into her wet pussy and moaned as she felt the plug slide out of her. She had grown accustomed to it and felt strangely empty as the tip slipped past her lips.
Cristene sat back on her heels and tossed her head, clearing her hair from her face. She looked up and then closed her eyes. Erica heard herself whimper as Cristy stuck out her tongue and ran it from the base of the red plug to the tip, collecting the doctor’s faintly whitish cream. Base to tip, base to tip, base to tip and then back again, slowly rotating it in her hands. Erica was struggling for breath by the time Cristy had thoroughly cleaned the plug, deep throating it to make sure she got every last drop. The redhead smiled impishly, tossed it away and leaned forward, resting her forearms on the wall and burying her face in Erica’s steamy crotch. Erica felt Cristene’s nose graze her already erect clit as her tongue began to lap at her slick inner folds.
The redhead moved her head down and slowly tongue fucked the moaning doctor before moving back up and laving her clit. Erica’s hands shot to the woman’s head and reflexively pulled her face even tighter against her quivering pussy. Her hips jogged and her breath came out in a shuddering gasp. The first contraction was so powerful she felt like her skin would be ripped off. Pleasure shot through her like jagged bolts of lighting. She leaned forward, nearly doubled over by the intensity of it and then threw her head back as the next shock hit. Her head slammed into the wall and she saw starbursts behind her tightly closed eyes.
As the powerful pulses of pleasure faded to mild aftershocks she slid down to a sitting position on the floor. The red head sat back on her heels and licked her lips sensuously.
“Welcome home,” she purred.
“Imp,” Erica managed. Her breathing was ragged and the aftershocks still sent ripples of pleasure though her. “Dinner’s ready,” Cristy said, using her fingers to collect the glistening wetness on her cheeks then sucking it clean.
“Yours is too,” Erica managed with a smile.
Cristy stood and smoothed her dark skirt before offering a hand to her lover. Erica rose and pulled up the panties, but stepped out of the slacks. Cristy flounced off into the kitchen, wiggling her ass more than was necessary, even in the five inch heels. The doctor went upstairs to their room and tossed her work clothes in the hamper. She looked around curiously.
“Cristy,” she shouted. “Where’s Faith?”
“Over at the McDonald’s,” her lover called back.
Erica nodded to herself as she opened her dresser and pulled out a pair of blue silk boxers. She should have known. Cristene was practically insatiable, but she was so damned protective of that child. She would wear things the cat woman of Bourbon Street wouldn’t be caught dead in, try things that were so lascivious they often left Erica gasping, but never once in six months had she ever done anything even slightly unseemly in the presence of Erica’s daughter.
Erica was hungry, but the fullness in her breasts was becoming painful and she was beginning to leak. She headed downstairs to the living room and sat on the sofa, turning on the TV as she did so. Cristene came out of the kitchen and put dinner on the antique table before lighting the candles.
“Come and get it,” she said seductively, the words dripping with innuendo.
“No, you first tonight, babe,” Erica responded, reaching back & unclasping her bra.
“But, it’ll get cold,” she protested half heartedly.
“Yours won’t wait, luv,” the doctor said with a gentle smile. Cristene came and lay down on the sofa, her head in Erica’s lap. The doctor raised one of her long legs and rested her foot on the sofa. This brought Cristene’s head up to her breast; her green eyes sparkled as she gently sucked the stiff nipple in her mouth and began to nurse.
As the girl gently pulled at her nipple Erica sighed. Her nipples were not extremely sensitive, but she always felt it when her girl was nursing. Despite herself she reached down and stroked the redhead’s soft cheek. Cristy’s eyes remained closed, but she cooed, causing Erica to feel a tingling in her pussy. There was something so intimate, loving and close about this. It left her feeling connected on a level that transcended words. While it was erotic, it wasn’t sexual, more sensuous. She always felt languid and relaxed afterwards.
As Cristene drew hard, Erica felt the fluid leaving her nipple, more aware of it with the pull and less so as her girl swallowed. She felt a kind of euphoric drowsiness steal over her, which only became more pronounced when Cristy squirmed in her lap to switch nipples. Her skirt had worked its way up, revealing the tops of her white stockings. Erica trailed her hand down and pulled the skirt up revealing her girl’s pale thighs and white lace garters. Despite the pleasant lethargy, she found her interest piqued and tugged the skirt harder. Without losing contact with Erica’s nipple, the petite redhead raised her ass, allowing Erica to bunch the skirt at her waist. Cristy wore white satin panties which seemed to hug her mound and caused desire to rise in Erica’s tummy.
Before she could do more than look, she felt Cristy’s tongue flick over her nipple, sending a shockwave of pleasure into her system.
“All done. Now eat your dinner before it gets cold,” she said playfully.
Erica growled low in her throat, but the petite girl rolled out of her lap and onto the floor. She bounced up and smoothed her skirt down, smiled impishly and then walked over to the table. Erica smiled and shook her head as she rose. A shiver of pleasure ran through her body that seemed to start in the small of her back and radiate all the way down to her toes.
Dinner, as usual, was superb, but simple. Cristene used very few spices and Erica was forever adding hot sauce to her lover’s creations. Cristene ate sparingly and soon took her plate and silverware to the kitchen. She returned with a slice of chocolate pie on a dessert plate which she placed near Erica. The brunette looked up at her and smiled. “None for you?”
“You know what I want for dessert,” Cristy said with a shy smile. Six months and Erica still wasn’t used to that. It boggled her mind how Cristy could go from aggressive, sex fiend at the door, to shy, demure, unconscious innocence now. Erica didn’t know how she did it, but she hoped it never stopped. She slid her hips to the edge of her chair and shucked her boxers.
“Be my guest, baby,” she said as she returned to her meal.
Erica spread her long legs as her lover crawled under the table. Eating dinner while Cristy had her dessert was always an experience. The little femme adored giving head and was extremely good at it. Erica concentrated on the pork chop on her plate, even as her lover’s soft lips on her inner thigh sent a shiver through her.
At first Erica had been unable to eat while Cristy was giving her head. Over time she had developed the ability to concentrate on the magical sensations her lover’s tongue produced, while eating on auto pilot. There were still times, however, when something went wrong. This time she was taking a swallow of beer when Cristene’s incredibly soft tongue pushed between Erica’s slick lips and grazed her clit. She hadn’t realized how sensitive she still was from the episode at the door until white hot pleasure shot through her system. Erica inhaled sharply and then spewed beer all over the table as her body was wracked with a coughing fit.
“Damn,” she cursed, wiping her face. The childish giggle from under the table caused her to scowl, but her eyes were laughing. The tip of her lover’s tongue traced delicately along her lips, allowing her to catch her breath, then delved back between them to toy at her entrance. Even though she expected it, she still groaned when that unbelievably agile tongue slipped into her tight channel and wiggled around. Erica concentrated on the pork chop on her plate like it was the most interesting thing in the world and tried to ignore the delicious ripples of pleasure coming from her pussy.
The pretty doctor’s hips slid off the edge of the chair and her legs involuntarily spread open. Cristy’s arms slipped under her thighs and curled around them, coming to rest on Erica’s mound. Delicate fingers spread her lips, pulling them open to expose her clitoral hood and now erect clit. She gasped when she felt the flat of Cristene’s tongue dragged over her clit and her hips began to jog as the soft tongue started to dust her clit with feathery caresses. Erica pushed her plate away and pulled over the dessert plate. She was fighting back her orgasm, as her shaking hand took the fork and cut off a large section of pie. Quivering now, on the ragged edge, she quickly took a bite. The sticky sweet chocolate flavor filled her mouth as her pussy contracted violently. She felt an electric current pass under her skin and saw stars on the back of her eyelids as she threw her head back and arched her back.
Before the raw pulses of bliss subsided to mild ripples her teeth and lips were numb. Her breathing was labored and her body quivered as Cristy crawled out from under the table and daintily wiped her face with a napkin.
“C’mere,” Erica said, her voice still thick with passion, but the petite woman evaded her grasp and winked before turning for the door.
“Get your ass back here,” Erica growled.
“No way, I gotta go pick Faith up and you need to finish eating. I’ll be back in half an hour or so,” Cristy said as she glided down the short entrance hallway and out the door.
Erica smiled and wiped her brow. Two orgasms since she got in and her body was still thrumming with need. She wasn’t usually a dessert eater, but she finished the pie and had another piece before putting her dishes in the sink and running some water over them. As much as she would have liked to meet Cristy at the door in the same way the little woman had met her, she knew that wouldn’t happen. Erica made her way back upstairs and donned a sports bra and t-shirt. She went back downstairs and collapsed on the sofa, clicking over to the news channel.
When the door opened she sat up and held out her arms. Faith bounded into the room and jumped on her, squealing with delight. Cristy followed with Faith’s bag over her shoulder and her rain coat on her arm. Erica was holding her little girl and laughing, but she kept an eye on her lover. Cristene moved with an unconscious grace, putting the bag and coat away, and then going to the kitchen.
Faith was telling her all about the doggies she had been playing with when Cristene put the little girl’s plate on the table. Erica picked her up and took her to the table where they sat and listened as she ate her dinner. Cristy had her ever present cup of coffee and Erica was working on another beer. Once Faith had finished her supper, Erica took her upstairs to put her to bed while Cristy cleaned the table and did the dishes.
Once Faith was asleep, Erica slipped out of her room and down to the kitchen where she found Cristy washing the last of the dishes. Erica slipped up behind her and wrapped her arms around the petite beauty. The doctor’s hands cupped her lover’s generous breasts and she ground her hips into Cristene’s soft ass.
“Hey!” She exclaimed, dropping the pan she had been washing with a clatter.
“Hay is for horses. And your ass is mine now,” Erica growled.
“That’s fine with me, lover,” she said wiggling back against the taller doctor’s hips, “but, I doubt your guests will approve.”
“Guests?” Erica asked perplexedly, and then it hit her. Mr. Bryson and the boys from the Two-Bar-B were coming over tonight to look at some horses.
“Fuck! Why didn’t you remind me?” The pretty doctor exclaimed.
“Do I look like a fucking day runner!” The small woman snarled. Erica was shocked. Cristy almost never raised her voice and rarely ever got angry. Rather than figure out what she had done to set that off, Erica practically ran upstairs. She quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and an old flannel shirt and then stomped into her ropers. The colts were all down in the lower pasture and she had completely forgotten about it that morning. She scowled as she hurried down the steps, thinking, if the little imp hadn’t been stuffing her with that damned dildo she might have remembered.
“Fuck,” she said as she walked out into the hot, velvety Texas night. Cristy’s anger puzzled her and also hurt. She hated to admit it, but it did. She tried so hard to make her little lover happy. No time to worry about it now. Chet Bryson and his boys were some of her best customers and he was a fine gentleman, but his time was valuable and he would be here in a few minutes. It would take her at least an hour to get the horses rounded up and driven in, if she could even find them. She rounded the corner of the barn and stopped in her tracks.
The old pole corral, where she kept stock for show, was full of horses. Erica scuffed her boot on the ground and shook her head. She could almost hear Cristy giggling happily. The little minx had gotten over on her again. Since she was there, she went on to the barn.
Inside it was dark and smelled of earth, horses, old timber, hay and old leather. She flipped on the lights and moved down the stalls. Traveller was in her stall, munching on honey oats. The Tennessee Walker mare was Cristy’s horse and she looked tuckered out. Her personality was much like that of her mistress, quiet, easy going and gentle. Erica saw the honey oats and shook her head. Apples, carrots, honey oats, Cristy spoiled her animals. Even the wild barn cats, who would scratch and bite anyone else, would come when she called and let her pet them. She just had a way with animals, as if they could tell she was kind and meant no harm.
All except Brutus, Erica’s horse. The big black stallion would have nothing to do with the little redhead. He had bitten her once and she was afraid of him. He seemed to know that and responded with aggression. Erica was really the only person who could handle him.
“You know big boy, your being an ass costs you a lot of pampering,” she said as she filled his feed trough. He looked at her with his baleful eyes and Erica scowled back at him. He was only half broken and she suspected he would never be tame. There was something in him, always waiting to test her. He could go all day and night, but she rarely stayed on him that long. He was too wild, too much of his father, an old range mustang was in him. She was always aware that any slip with him might cost her.
She mucked out his stall, noticing that Cristy had already taken care of the others. Erica didn’t see anything else that needed doing, but still she lingered. She hated to go back in the house and face the music. She’d been had and despite her love, Cristy was merciless in ribbing her when that happened.
She was saved from it by two big king cab diesel dulies, with long trailers pulling up. Chet Bryson was a big man in these parts, one of the most respected ranchers in the state. He was already leaning on the rail studying the horses when Erica walked up.
“Evening, Ms. West,” he drawled, removing his hat. The crowd of men around him did likewise.
“Hello, Mr. Bryson,” Erica said, holding out her hand. After they shook hands, they turned towards the stock.
“They look like a lively bunch. Any of them sired by Brutus?”
“I think the three blacks are and the paint with the white stockings,” Erica replied.
“Good, I’ll have the boys cut them out for me. I don’t suppose you have any that would make a good pony for a little girl would you? My granddaughter is coming to stay with me for a while. Her mother is going through a divorce. I’d dearly love to give her a pony, but all of our stock is too wild. She’s only eight.”
“I don’t know,” Erica said thoughtfully. “I suppose I can ask Cristene.”
“I didn’t think your lady knew anything about horses?” Bryson said. Erica beamed, she had always worried about the way Cristy would be received in such a conservative place, but Chet Bryson treated her like a lady and the rest of the community just naturally followed suit. It was one of the reasons she always sold him her best.
“She doesn’t. Not really, anyway, but she has a way with animals. She’s…really kind and gentle and seems to be able to find the ones like that. Let me go and get her. Would you and the boys like to come in for coffee?”
“I’d hate to impose, but if coffee is on, well be glad to light an’ set awhile,” the old man said with a smile. Erica and Bryson talked shop as they made their way across the yard, his boys following along. She had just placed her foot on the steps when it occurred to her that there might not be any coffee. When she opened the door she had to smile. Not only coffee, but a big tray of donuts and cookies were sitting on the dining room table.
Cristene was coming out of the kitchen with a tray of mugs, milk and sugar. Erica noticed immediately that the super high heels had been replaced with moderate ones and although she couldn’t be sure, it seemed Cristy was wearing a slightly longer skirt.
“Hello, Mr. Bryson,” she said as she put the tray down.
“Evening, Miss,” he said, again doffing his hat.
“Cristy, Chet’s granddaughter is coming to stay with him a while. He’d like to give her a pony, but she’s only eight. Any of the colts gentle enough for a child?” Erica asked as the cowboys descended on the table like a pack of vultures. The little redhead blushed and stared thoughtfully out into space. She looked like her mind had just shut down, but Erica knew she was deep in thought. Cristy was very intelligent, but it often manifested itself as deep introspection before she spoke.
“I didn’t bring her up, but there’s a dun filly that would be good for a child,” the redhead said at last.
“I remember her, she’s the foal that we got unexpectedly from Calico isn’t she?”
“Yes, and she’s even more gentle than her dame.”
“Would you mind if I took a look?” Bryson asked.
“I don’t know. She’ll be in the lower pasture. Cristy, will she come to you?”
“She should. I’ve been taking her sugar cubes and she generally comes when she hears my voice,” the small woman said with a smile. “Great, I’ll take the boys and we’ll load up the ones in the corral,” Bryson said. His words weren’t overly loud, but Erica noticed cowboys gulping the last of their coffee and sliding cookies into their shirt pockets. The man just commanded respect in a way she almost envied.
“Let me run upstairs. Cristy, would you mind saddling Brutus up?” Erica said.
“You know I don’t go near that monster,” Cristene replied. Erica laughed and bounded up the stairs. From her nightstand she grabbed her harness and the short fat toy she liked to use when she really wanted to go wild with Cristy and didn’t want to worry about hurting her. Erica quickly pushed her jeans and boxers to her knees and deftly buckled the harness on. By the time she made it back downstairs the living room was empty and Cristy was already cleaning up.
Erica went out and swiftly saddled Brutus up, then led him back to the front of the house. She poked her head in the door and called for Cristy. The redhead came out of the kitchen and smiled as she hurried down the hall to the door.
“Sorry, was just cleaning…” her words died on her lips when she saw Brutus. The big stallion snorted and tossed his head. Erica was surprised to see Cristy visibly pale and cringe back into the door way.
“You know that horse hates me,” she said accusingly.
“No time to saddle up Traveller, come on,” Erica said as she mounted up and extended her hand. Cristy hesitantly put her foot in the stirrup and swung up in front of Erica. The pretty doctor lightly touched her spurs to the big black’s sides. She reined him in as soon as they were out of sight of the house and undid the top button on her jeans.
“What are you doing?” Cristene asked, without turning around.
Rather than answer Erica pulled the dildo out and shifted the reins to her left hand. With her right she caught the redhead’s shoulder and pulled. Giggling, Cristy swung a leg up and faced Erica. They often took nighttime rides like this, facing each other, kissing and cuddling. The girl’s green eyes shot open when she saw the stout dildo standing up, out of Erica’s fly.
Erica thrust the reins into Cristy’s hands and before she could protest Erica pulled her skirt up around her waist. The tall woman let her hands slide to her petite lover’s rear and lifted her up, while pulling her forward.
“Pull you panties out of my way or I’ll rip ‘em off,” Erica hissed. The sight of Cristene’s creamy thighs and the feel of her ass were driving the good doctor nuts. The petite girl pulled her satin panties out of the way and grasped the thick cock, guiding it to her entrance. Erica eased the small girl down onto it, felling a stab of excitement in her belly when her little lover hissed and cooed. She felt her cock meet resistance and then slide in to the base.
“You’re nuts,” Cristy whispered in her ear after Erica took the reins back and the small woman placed her hands over the taller woman’s shoulders. She wrapped her legs around her lover and locked her ankles behind the cantle. Erica pushed her feet deep into the stirrups and squirmed back into the saddle until she was set.
Without warning Erica kicked Brutus into a trot. Cristy gasped as Erica rode up in the stirrups and the powerful horse shot off down the trail. Erica rode up and down in the stirrups, matching the black’s gait. Cristene held tightly, moaning in Erica’s ear as the thick dildo sliced into her and slid out with each beat of the horses hooves.
Erica was strong and well conditioned, but even with Cristy taking some of her weight on her legs, she knew she couldn’t keep this up very long. She didn’t really intend to, she only wanted to whet her small partner’s appetite. The day of teasing she had endured would have to be paid back double before she could sleep.
“Ohhhh, God!” Cristy moaned.
“You like that don’t you, little one…” Erica began, but her words were cut off when she felt Cristy’s small sharp teeth dig into her neck.
“No fair,” Erica moaned after she recovered from the delightful shock.
She loved being bitten, but her lover did so only when she was very aroused. As they passed into the lower pasture Erica slowed Brutus to a jog. They kissed deeply then, tongues battling and soft moans filling each other’s mouth. The horse’s natural rhythm kept the dildo moving and both took pleasure from it. All too soon, they arrived at the gate and Cristy sighed wistfully before sliding off the thick cock. Erica stuffed it back into her pants as she dismounted and went to open the gate.
“Erica!” Cristene screamed, causing the doctor to wheel on the balls of her feet.
Brutus reared up onto his back legs, and they disappeared into the darkness before Erica could catch the traces. A single piercing scream, which faded into the darkness, was the last thing she heard, drowning out the dwindling sound of hoof beats.
“Fuck!” Erica exclaimed. She couldn’t follow on foot, nor could she hope to get back to the house and saddle up Traveller. She turned frantically and undid the gate. There were horses aplenty in the lower pasture, but she didn’t have the kind of rapport Cristy did with the young ones. She did however have a good feel for the brood mares and managed to coax Calico into letting her mount up. Without tack she was forced to use just her legs and hands, but soon she was off, following the track Brutus had taken off down.
Erica walked into the house and took off her lab coat. She looked for Cristy to greet her, and then remembered the events of a week ago. Erica still felt terribly guilty. She had found her small lover on the ground, blood coming from her mouth. The trip back and drive to the emergency room had been of nightmarish quality and the wait had been pure hell.
She walked upstairs and into the master bedroom. Cristy was lying on the bed, her body covered in a cast from just above her hips to beneath her armpits. She had the remote clutched in her hand and was watching a documentary on the big screen TV Erica had bodily dragged in from the TV room and set up for her. Cristy glanced up at Erica’s worried face and stuck her tongue out.
The tall doctor burst out laughing, her fear and anger at herself abating. Cristy did that to her, made her feel good about herself and about them. She sat on the bed and gently touched Cristy’s bare shoulder.
“I’m so sorry baby,” she said after a long pause.
“No, but you’re going to be. Cause you have to do laundry and cook for the next three weeks,” she said and smiled impishly.
“I mean it, baby,” Erica said seriously.
The small woman grabbed her hand and softly kissed the back of it.
“No regrets, my love. It was an accident, you couldn’t have known. Now smile for me and forget it. It hurts me to see you so upset,” she said in a quiet voice.
Erica managed a smile and gently touched the heavy white cast.
“Can you feel anything?” She asked.
“No, the pain meds keep it from hurting. I’m not too uncomfortable, just restless, but I will just have to deal with that,” Cristy said.
Erica smiled and dipped her head to kiss her lover. She brushed the soft, full lips and then slipped her tongue past them. As Cristy sucked gently on her tongue, Erica realized it was the first time she had ever been so free to make the small woman feel good. Cristy was an incredibly empathetic and giving lover, but she flatly refused to just receive pleasure. Erica had tried many times and been thwarted. Cristy would happily give her head all day long, or enjoy a sound fucking, but she refused to allow Erica to just please her.
Erica felt Cristy’s arms go around her. While still kissing, she surreptitiously found the remote and tossed it off the bed. Nipping her lover’s lower lip she sat up quickly and stood. Walking over to the television she hit the power button on the DVD player.
“What are you up to?” Cristene asked, straining to move.
Erica didn’t reply, but grabbed an unmarked DVD case and pulled out the disc. She popped it in and hit play, watching as the screen came alive with a very hot lesbian trio and credits.
“You bitch!” Her lover exclaimed while laughing.
Erica turned the sound up, kissed her lover on her inner thigh, and walked out of the room, neatly dodging the pillow her smaller lover threw at her. There was a lot to be done and between mucking out stalls, starting laundry, getting dinner going and swinging by the McDonald’s place to get Faith, she really began to appreciate all that Cristy did in a day. What amazed her was that Cristy got it all done, managed to interspace sexy phone calls to Erica at work, and still look edible and fresh when she came in the door. Erica looked at Faith and smiled.
“I think we have a keeper, how bout you?” she asked. Her daughter smiled and nodded, causing her to laugh.
Erica fed Faith, bathed her and put her favorite cartoon on downstairs, before preparing a light meal for herself and Cristy and taking it upstairs on a tray. When she entered the room the red head gave her a raspberry that almost caused her to drop the tray it was so cute.
“What? Didn’t enjoy the movie?” Erica asked innocently as she sat the tray on Cristy’s lap. She reached between her lover’s legs and gently stroked the damp satin of her panties.
“Evil,” Cristy said, before delicately biting into one of the soft tacos Erica had prepared.
Rather than answer, Erica crossed one finger over the other and pressed the wet material between her lover’s outer lips. She began to gently rub as she watched Cristene’s eyes get big.
“Now wait just one minute!” Cristy protested as Erica took the dinner tray away and licked her lips.
“Wait?” Erica said as she snuggled in between Cristy’s thighs, “You must still be suffering from a concussion. I have you here, all wet and excited and at my mercy. And you’re hollering wait? Never happen, sweetheart.”
Cristene was wearing her slate gray satin panties, one of Erica’s favorites. The doctor laid her head on her lover’s pubis, feeling the soft, damp material on her cheek and the intense heat. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the thick, wholesome musk of her lover’s arousal. Nothing was as pleasing to her senses as the scent of an aroused woman and she desperately wanted to just rip the fragile material away. She held back, knowing that doing so was a one way trip to a week of cold shoulder and take out. Her lover was forgiving of almost any mistake, but damaging her expensive lingerie was among the cardinal sins. Erica kept promising herself she was going to buy Cristy some cheap panties, just so she could rip them off when the mood was right, but as yet hadn’t gotten around to it.
She kissed her lover’s soft inner thigh, allowing her tongue to caress the smooth skin. Cristy moaned softly and tried to reach down to touch her, but the cast prevented her hands from doing so. Erica pulled back slightly and gently pressed outwards on the red head’s thighs, they parted as if by magic, pulling the gray material tightly against her mound. The pretty lace at the waist butted up against the ugly, stark white of the cast and for a moment Erica felt guilty again.
Shoving that aside, she placed both hands on her lover’s thighs with her fingers spread wide and used her thumbs to gently massage the crotch of the damp panties. Cristy’s thighs tightened and her hips quivered, but she made no sound as Erica gently massaged her. Erica continued until she could feel the slick wetness seeping through the material. She curled the fingers of her right hand into the leg of the garment and pulled it aside, exposing Cristy’s pussy.
The redhead’s mound was trim and the outer lips gaped open slightly, exposing the bright pink inner folds. Her fiery red bush was neatly trimmed and appeared almost black where her juices had soaked in and matted the soft pubes. Erica lowered her face and pushed her stiffened tongue between the girl’s lower lips. She tenderly ran it from just above Cristy’s entrance, over her clitoral hood and into the soft pubes, eliciting a soft moan from her helpless bedmate.
Cristy tasted sweet, with a metallic overtone that was uncharacteristic. Erica had tasted it before and knew it was a tell-tale sign that the small woman was taking pain killers. She was forcefully reminded of her love’s condition and raised her head, shaking her hair from her face. Cristy was staring at her, green eyes sparkling and face set in a shy smile.
“Can we?” Erica began.
“Yes, as long as you are careful not to put your weight on my hips. I asked before we left the hospital,” she replied with a blush that was beautiful on her pretty face. Erica felt her heart would burst and silently thanked the powers that brought this small woman into her life.
Erica seized one of Cristy’s lips between her teeth and pulled back gently, teasing the captured flesh with her tongue. Her left hand stroked along the girl’s inner thigh and then she carefully introduced a finger into the petite woman’s tight passage.
Cristy groaned and tossed her head, chewing unconsciously on her lower lip. Erica licked and nibbled along her soft inner labia, working from her entrance upwards. She held her long finger still and enjoyed the gentle clutching of the petite woman’s inner muscles.
As her tongue moved closer to Cristy’s clit, the soft squeezing became more pronounced and occasional spasms rocked the redhead’s hips. Erica jumped the last bit, wrapping her tongue around the small bud and sucking lightly.
Cristy’s head rolled back and she threw an arm across her eyes. Her mouth was open, but no sound issued from her lips, even though they were open wide. She let out a shuddering breath and her tongue slipped out to lick her bottom lip.
“Oh God,” she moaned when Erica began to gently saw her finger in and out.
Erica could sense the tension in her little lover. She could feel it in Cristy’s thighs, in her pussy and ass. She could hear the need escaping from her mouth with every breathless gasp and sigh. The tall doctor sucked harder, pulling the nubbin of flesh out from its protective surrounding flesh and dusting her tongue over it.
Cristene squealed, the sound stretching out to a long, keening cry of pleasure as her hips jogged as much as the cast would allow. Erica continued to lick and kiss, slowing her pace as her small lover came down from the orgasm. When she finally lay still, Erica rose to her knees and peeled the panties down her lover’s long legs. Cristy was still lost in the afterglow and offered neither resistance nor help.
Erica rose and kicked out of her boots as she unbuttoned the fly on her jeans. She shucked them and her boxers, without sitting and hurried around the bed to grab her harness. The dildo she had used on their ill fated ride was still attached, but she didn’t waste time changing it. She stepped into the harness and pulled it up, pausing only to slide the fat plug on the inner strap into her soaked pussy, before tightening the buckles.
She mounted the bed and knee walked back between Cristy’s widely splayed legs, nudging them open even more with her thighs. Cristy seemed totally oblivious to her movements until Erica rubbed the head of the cock up and down the pretty redhead’s lips. She stirred then, smiling up at her lover, but a panicked look crossed her face when she saw that Erica was wearing her harness.
“Baby, I can’t have your weight on me. We’re going to have to wait,” she said ruefully.
“Like hell we are,” Erica retorted.
The tall girl slipped her arms under the redhead’s legs and lifted them, bringing one to each shoulder. She scooted her knees forward and opened them, until she could feel Cristy’s mound against her own where the harness opened up. Her cock was lying on her lover’s pubic triangle and Erica smiled at the image, before grasping the dong and forcing it down.
Cristy groaned as the heavy latex bent and then gasped when it reached her entrance. The toy was bent nearly double and Erica smiled wickedly before releasing it. Cristene’s eyes shot open as it uncoiled and drove deeply into her. Erica gave her no chance to adjust, rocking her hips back and driving them forward. The motion was harder on her, as she had to both hold Cristy’s legs up and keep her own weight off her lover, but she soon got the hang of it and began to fuck the little redhead in earnest.
One orgasm, then two, then three, Erica marveled at how easily her girl was coming. She looked down and realized this angle was perfect, dragging the entire length of the shaft along Cristy’s clit with each stroke. For her part she felt almost nothing, the toy having ridden up high on her pubis and away from her clit. Smiling, she redoubled her efforts, enjoying the incredible high of watching Cristene as she rode from one shattering climax to the next.
“No, No, No…please baby…no more…please” she whimpered at last.
Erica was loathe to stop, but she knew where her lover was. That ragged edge, where pleasure was so acute it was almost unbearable. How many times had Cristy taken her there with her talented tongue?
She regretfully pulled out and crawled around to cradle her small lover’s head in her lap. Erica shed her shirt and bra, before gently turning her lover’s head. Cristy’s lips latched onto her nipple, almost instinctively and the exhausted girl began to nurse.
They fell asleep that way. Holding one another. Connected in a way that went beyond the ability of either to explain. Timeless and inseparable, except when a small blonde angel’s movie ended and she began to raise hell downstairs.