Day One

Lindi gooched Karen as Karen hoisted herself up to climb into the back seat.  Both girls giggled.  Lindi looked at me and quipped, “Deni, you ready to go get that bunny of yours bought a couple of hundred times?”

Deni nodded at Linda across the hood of the four wheel drive Mountaineer, grinning.  She was more than ready; she was wet, already naturally lubricated for repeated penetration of her “Bunny”, as she had recently started to refer to her vagina. 

The three women had an unspoken pact: no panties when on a road trip.  That left their private parts available for titillation and fondling.  In the back seat, as Karen’s hand slipped under her own dress, Lindi’s hand slid up Deni’s thigh, dragging Deni’s sundress along with it, exposing her leg all the way to her cleft.  Lindi’s eager fingers immediately started prodding and teasing Deni’s bunny.

“You ARE wet, Deni!” Lindi smirked.

Deni grinned as she checked for traffic in both directions then turned toward the location where the women would meet who knew how many men, and sold their bodies to the men for the whole weekend, rarely saying no to anything the men wanted to do with them. 

For their part, the men cherished their little buk-a fuk whores.  They went to great lengths to make it fun for the women.  They felt quite protective of their eager, accommodating little whores.

This would be the first time that there were three women at camp to service the men’s sexual needs.  Always before it had been Deni by herself, except for a few times when Lieza or Karen had accompanied her. 

This year both Linda and Karen had gotten their boobs done.  Karen, barely four foot nine inches tall now looked like a miniature Dolly Parton.  She had previously had barely a mouthful, so to speak.  Now her bust was enviable to say the least. 

Lindi’s new tits were very well proportioned for her five foot four inch frame. 

Their boob jobs had healed, and they both had their doctor’s permission to resume sexual activity.  And oh were they going to take advantage of that!

Both Linda and Karen soon had their new tits out just in case they passed a trucker or something erotic like that. 

The women chattered and fiddled for the almost four hours it took to arrive at their little mobile whorehouse. 

The men instantly recognized Deni’s vehicle, and ran to guide her to the spot chosen for her to park.  It was, of course, right next to the whorehouse. 

The men pulled the car’s doors open and quickly lifted the women out.  A cheer went up when they saw that there were three whores to fuck.  If the men only knew what the women had planned for them this weekend!

The men did not hold back groping the women.  Linda and Karen still had their new boobies exposed, and therefore the men began suckling and fondling them.  The men knew that no permission was needed.

Several years before Deni had set up a raffle for the first few rounds of sex so that the men all knew when their turn would come up.  They appreciated not having to stand in line so that they did not miss their assigned turn.  This year one of the men had set it up on a laptop computer he had brought along.  He fiddled for a few seconds until the right number of whores was represented in his Excel spreadsheet, then started setting up the early buk-a-fuk schedule.  As soon as the printout was posted, the lucky first-fuckers swooped up their assigned whore and headed for the cute little whorehouse on the mountain. 

All three men held the women in such a way that their hand fell right under the women’s un-pantied vaginal openings.  All three men were amazed, as always, at how wet their jiggly titted little whores were.  Most of the men were married, and most had almost given up having marital conjoining with their wives.  Therefore most of the men had not had sex for quite some time. 

The men knew that Deni, and any other whores that were in camp, expected them to cum as quickly as possible so that the women could, at least for the first few rounds, maximize the number of paying johns they could service quickly.  It also allowed those men that had ‘quick triggers’ not to be embarrassed by how overly sensitive their underutilized penis was.  And they all knew that they could come back in only an hour or two when their favorite whore was ready for more johns.  This year they had three women to sample and enjoy!

At a dollar an orgasm, it was certainly cheap enough!

By the time the dinner bell rang, the three women had taken care of the needs of about ten men each.  Deni was delighted to see that even though they had already serviced about thirty men, there were still a number of men that had not yet gotten their nut off for the first time. 

This year the women had separate cash boxes.  At a buk for each fuk, the women intended to compete for who had serviced the most men while they were there.  The news of the whore’s competition spread though the camp like a wild fire.  The men began to plot who they would fuck and in what order. 

The women quickly douched themselves then headed for dinner, still adjusting their chosen outfit for the evening meal and campfire.

First Evening, Early

As the women sashayed over toward the eating area, Deni noticed that something fairly large was near the campfire.  It was covered with a tarp.  When Deni started to pick up the corner of the tarp to peer under it, several of the men scolded her.  She was told that if anyone saw what was under it she would spoil their big surprise.

The girls knew just how hard it would be for Deni not to snoop.  But she surprised them by dropping the tarp and walking to the chow line.  She seemed not to pay the covered surprise any mind as she picked up her food (a huge thick steak, a mountain of mashed potatoes and gravy, three ears of corn on the cob, one breast and three legs of BBQ chicken, a side plate of salad and dressing, a bowl of ambrosia, and two pieces of pie for of dessert, one apple, one blueberry) then headed for a place to sit down.  Linda and Karen were right behind her.  Neither of them had more than salads and veggies.

The dirndl style blouses of their whores’ costumes made all the men salivate, almost every one of their movements showed off at least part of their nipples.  The perky dimples of their nipples were visible to all the men, and the dark shadows of their nipples behind the light weight blouses made them all the more obvious.  The women all made subtle efforts to show the curves of their breasts to the men, in order to tantalize them enough to come back and spend another buck. 

Linda and Karen’s beautiful new boobs were much admired by everyone, including Deni. 

All three women utilized the sperm of those men that had not yet received their first buk-a-fuk servicing to add creamer to their coffee.  The cat calls and jibes thrown at those men as their pee-pees were gleefully milked were filled with ribald fun and crude jokes. 

The food was, as usual, excellent.  Deni took her fair share of snide comments about how much she ate.  Few people could understand how a woman her size could possibly eat as much as she did.  Her third piece of pie was relished with yet more volunteered sperm suckled from testicles that were being tapped for their second load. 

This year there were four new cowboys at cow camp.  The men had heard the rumors, but had never actually seen the fun that the men had with their little whores.  Pictures were, after all, strictly forbidden.  The ‘new-cummers’ all admitted that they had been extremely skeptical of the stories they had heard.  When both Karen and Lindi pulled their flouncy skirts up and backed up to the men with their bare bunnies showing, the men all were sure that they had died and gone to heaven.  Lindi and Karen unzipped the men, collected their dollars, and then pulled the other two new comers to stand in front of them.  As everyone watched and clapped, cat calling and making jokes, all four men had their semen sticks robustly serviced, including stimulating of their anuses.  While Linda and Karen were servicing them, Deni stole and then ate those men’s desserts. 

Then, to everyone’s amazement, Deni uttered a king sized belch.  The men could not believe it!  Such a sound from so small a woman!

Someone started the fire as a number of the men started playing a game of miniature horseshoes.  The girls were passed from lap to lap where they made out with each man as they sat on his lap, as the men fondled their bodies and welcoming private parts.  The women’s hands of course were busy fondling the men’s bulges. 

Just after sunset more pies, cake, and other desserts were served with coffee. 

The girls noticed that the men were getting more and more nervous.  They kept glancing over at the tarp covered mystery object then talking to each other in low tones. 

The four new comers disappeared for a few minutes, then returned with musical instruments.  One had a huge bass saxophone, one had a tuba, and one had an electric bass guitar.

First Night

While the instrumental threesome warmed up, somebody (the girls weren’t watching so they didn’t know who it was that did it) removed the tarp from the mystery pile.  Under the tarp were several large speakers, each with a thick black dildo attached to the top of it.  Above the dildo was a bicycle seat with a hole in the forward part of it through which the dildo protruded. 

All three women started grinning.  Linda and Karen teased Deni about what she was going to do with the dildo inside her when the guys started playing their instruments that had been chosen for obvious reasons. 

When one of the men turned on the amplifier, the speakers popped loudly, making Deni and Karen jump.  Linda laughed her pretty tinkling laugh.  The girls heard the camp’s generator cough, then hesitate, then pick up speed.

The men were all fascinated with the blatant thickness of the dildo.  Perhaps a little penis envy on display?  They started making bets about which girl could even take the dildo inside them.  Several of the men made comments about how big their wife’s cunt was, some even offering that their wives could take not only the thick dildo, but the speaker as well.  One man ventured that his wife could actually take the speaker into her and then sleep without knowing she had forgotten to remove it.  I suppose when a person is prohibited use of something they truly desire, that person might tend to get a bit disdainful of it.

Someone set a mic in front of where the men were warming the instruments up.  Deni and the girls watched the dildo as it began to vibrate in what appeared to be sinusoidal waves as different notes were played by the different instruments. 

The men started teasing Deni about how any good whore should be able to sit on the speaker and enjoy the sensations of the dildo up inside her moneymaker while her clients are watching. 

Deni was grinning as she watched the dildo vibrating.  Different notes from the different instruments seemed to make the dildo move in distinctly different ways. 

All of a sudden the three instrumentalists began to play the same rollicking tune.  The tune may have been “Here Cums the Bride”.  Obviously they were ready.  Two men picked Deni up, lifted her dancehall outfit so that all the guys could see her bunny and cute little butt in the growing darkness. The flickering fire added mystery and intrigue to the whole scene.  They sat her carefully on the bicycle seat, making sure that the dildo was centered on her bunny hole.  They then let her down onto the big black dildo as the other men whistled and clapped and urged on their favorite little sexy, never-say-no whore (well, not very often anyway).  One of the men stood beside her and moved her up and down as the dildo went in and out of her bunny hole, vibrating back and forth as it did.  Deni’s face filled with depraved lust.  She indicated later that it was truly her dream come true, being on display as she was dildo fucked with a black thickness vibrating strongly from deep low powerful sounds. 

The guitar player hit a bass chord.  Deni flinched as the dildo within her suddenly vibrated strongly, so strongly that she could feel it throughout her whole body.  Her eyes got big and her hips humped forward.  Her mouth made a perfect little ‘O’ as she absorbed the deep bass sound through her vaginal canal.  Then the bass sax player hit a very low note, sounding like a low lonesome foghorn in the night.  Again Deni jumped as the dildo vibrated in a different but still powerful way.

Linda and Karen, and of course all of the men,  were enjoying watching Deni getting hotter and hotter.  Lindi was bemused as well as entertained; that is until two men picked Linda up, lifted her dress to expose her perfect hips, and sat her on the dildoed-seat attached to the second speaker.  A thick dildo now engorged her as well.  She had screamed a few times and struggled, but not too much, she certainly did not want to miss her fun on Mr. Toad’s wild ride.  Her wetness was obvious in the firelight.  She sat there for a few seconds, then the tuba player blew a very low note.  Both women instantly started cumming.  The tuba player drew out his long low note as he watched the women spasm as a result of his efforts.  Lindi let out her patented string of profanity as she writhed in ecstasy.  Deni little body was already convulsing over and over.

Deni had started cumming first, but Linda had not been far behind.

The men watched as Deni’s eyes rolled up inside her head, then began to simply loll around on the perch.  Clearly she had passed out.  After Deni was finally allowed to stop cumming, the men picked her up and laid her on a blanket to recuperate.  The men then set Karen on the speaker activated dildo.  Her tiny body seemed to vibrate as much as the dildo within her did. 

Soon both Karen and Lindi were almost limp from coming so hard. Karen’s keening howl and Lindi’s profanity got the men so turned on that they began to pull their poor neglected little imprisoned weenies out and play with them.  Karen and Lindi were facing a sea of overly anxious erections being stroked.

The men were fascinated by the women’s ability to cum for extended periods.  Apparently no one’s wife had ever done that while their husbands watched.

One man who had a fairly long penis, stepped up to where Karen was cumming and, too aroused to wait for later, pressed his cock against her bunny hole while the vibrating dildo was still inside her.  The vibrations of the dildo and Karen’s cute little bunny, and the sensation of Karen’s cumming while he pressed his cock against her clittie were enough to make the man cum almost immediately.  His sperm, having been already harvested once earlier, was not copious, but it was obvious to everyone present that he came very hard.

Soon other tongue tied men were doing the same thing.  Within a half hour, every man there had ejaculated onto the women’s bunny mound.  The men, after coming, would collapse back into their camp chairs and watch the gangbang continue on full tilt. 

When the men and the women were utterly sated, the cowhands, being the gentlemen they were, then carried the satiated women back to the their whore house and lovingly tucked them into bed, periodically copping a feel or two just to make sure the women were OK, of course. 

The men were too worn out to be able to spend any more buks that night.  Everyone slept very, very well.

Saturday During the Day

As always, the whorehouse door started swinging before dawn.  Lindi took the first cowboy before Deni and Karen had even awakened.  She was able to get him hard twice and was delighted to place two buks in her box by the time Karen and Deni were ready to go to work.  Their timing was perfect though.  With three of them on duty they were pretty well able to keep up with the morning rush.  By breakfast, they had enjoyed servicing 14 men’s urgent needs; four apiece plus Lindi’s early riser; and Karen had a really quick cummer that allowed her to spend only about thirty seconds with the man. 

Deni could tell that both of the girls were really enjoying themselves.  It seemed to her that the girls were quite orgasmic as the men continued to pour through the door.  The men were quite jovial even if they had to stand in a two or three person line to await their turn to come in to buy a whore.  The girls enjoyed listening to the bawdy jokes and insults the men traded with each other as they waited, or even as they fucked the women.  The ribald comments the men made while they waited, mostly about the whore’s cunts and tits were a crack up. 

The guy with the smallest dick there kept making jokes about how his ‘huge wanger’ made the whores pass out in orgasm within seconds whenever he mounted them.  He became one of the girls’ favorites as time passed.  He had quick recovery so he was buying a piece of ass about twice as often as most of the guys. 

The buks were quickly adding up!

The men, always considerate of their little whores, stopped visiting the whorehouse door when the breakfast bell rang.  The whores went to eat in their white pantaloons and bodices.  It was erotic having the men openly fondling the whores’ titties while everyone ate. 

Then toward the end of breakfast the subject of cantering came up.  Linda and Karen had read what Deni had written about cantering and were both quite eager to try it. 

The guys figured out how to make the cantering a betting activity.  The rules were that girls would all be mounted up and chock a block full of cock while the horses remained still.  At the ringing of the starting bell (that doubled as the dinner bell) all three horses would be urged into a canter and a stopwatch would be started.  Whoever was able to make their whore cum first was the winner.  The winning time would be recorded and the next round of cantering, whenever that might occur, would be competing against the already established time.  The man with the fastest orgasmic record would have a free fuk whenever he wanted, but the men with the slower times had to pay the whores for every fuk during that time.  The bet and associated rules made for extra sex for the whores and everyone liked that idea a lot. 

Deni had the experience edge over Linda and Karen.  But Karen’s tiny little pussy was so tightly wrapped around her cantering cowboy’s wanger that she seemed to float into orgasm almost instantly.  But Lindi and Deni were also cumming by the time the horses got back to the starting line. 

The men watching as their competition pulled all three women down and laid dick to them, a number of them standing there and idling their cocks to be ready to fuck into the girls as soon as the guy in line ahead of them came.  It was, literally, an assembly line of orgasms.  Deni came continuously, with Linda swearing her profanity almost continuously as well, indicating she was cumming hard as well. 

Then, for the first time in her life, Karen squirted.  Her bunny gushed her elixir all over the boots of about five fixated cowboys.  A cheer went up as the successful cowboy toasted her cowboy’s obvious prowess and success.  Little Karen lay there in utter shock, her legs and arms totally spastic as she soared in the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm of her life. 

No sooner had she finally regained control of her arms and legs then the men started betting on who could make Linda and Deni squirt.  They started a pool as to who would be able to make the whores squirt the most.  Things got serious after that.

Linda helped Karen back to the whorehouse and helped her bathe.  Karen was chattering non-stop to Lindi about what it had felt like to squirt as Deni serviced several of the men orally, getting her quota of liquid protein for the day.

With the multiple explosions most of the guys had already had that morning, most of the guys could no longer get it up and started prepping their horses for the daily ride.

All three women were quite proud of how many men they had serviced and made happy that morning.

Shortly thereafter, after showers, all three girls retired to their sanctuary and made love, then took their morning naps in the dog pile they all enjoyed so much. 

The cook and his sou chef came in for a pre lunch quickie then fed their ravenous whores right there in the whorehouse.  The cook and his helper then had an after dinner quickie before leaving to start preparing for the after-ride snacks and the evening meal.

The women all slept well that afternoon.  Karen shyly admitted that she had dreamed of sex.

Saturday Night

The men seemed to sense that the evening was going to be special.  No one came to the whorehouse for a quickie after they returned from their ride, other than Mr. Quick, the guy with the small wanger.  He seemed to be taking a special liking to Karen.  He ‘wanged’ her twice in quick succession.  He tried to seed her pot with extra buks, but Karen would have none of it.  She told him if he wanted to pre-prime the pot, he could do that, but she could not put the buks in her box until he had cum from her ministrations.  So he made good on another buk of wanging before dinnertime.

Dinner was formal.  The guys had all carefully showered and were wearing a coat and shirts fastened at the neck and most of them were sporting a string bowtie!  Handsome, if I might say so myself. 

The Prime Rib was fantastic, baked potatoes, string beans, fresh baked bread and apple pie for dessert, with Marion berry ice cream.  Oh my god, I had to help several of the men finish theirs while they held me on their laps.  They fed me pie and ice cream as I felt their ready bulges surging under me.  One of them whispered, “We been practicing for tonight, girly!  I bet you girls cum a hundred times!” 

He refused to say anything more.  Others of the men had told Lindi and Karen much the same thing. 

There was a sense of expectancy in the camp now.  The men kept turning to look at us with what seemed to be almost a look of depraved lust. 

As the sun set, the guys got out their camp chairs and the musical instruments.  I heard someone start the generator for the music system. 

A man that had arrived just that morning brought out a lead guitar.  He had not yet given any of us a buk.  Not yet . . . .  He had what looked like a promising bulge in his jeans though.  But by then it was pretty dark and I could not be sure.  I found myself hoping.

They started playing western songs, and the men took turns asking us darling luscious women to dance.  The guys delighted in rubbing their bulges on our tummies.  But none of them were copping feels or anything.  The lack of sexual provocation seemed to heighten everyone’s sense of anticipation.

Someone started passing out song sheets.  The guys started grinning as they moved to their camp chairs, smirking.  The band with the lead guitar really sounded good.  The three of us were still dancing when the band started playing ‘Mommas, Don’t let your Baby’s Grow Up to Be Cowboys’
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngbcsxFET68&feature=related )  The guy dancing with Lindi lifted her up and carried her by her wasp waist to the speaker with the dildo visible through the seat.  Another man pulled her skirts and slips up as she was laid onto her back.  Another man laid a dollar on her and then began to lubricate and gently penetrate her taint.  I should tell you now that not once in the several days we were there had any of the guys asked to use our bottoms.  Lindi looked over at me and I shrugged my shoulders.  After he had several fingers in her, they picked Lindi up and took her to the dildo and inserted it inside her bottom, then settled her onto the seat. 

The same scenario then happened with Karen.  The men then pulled their tops down so that their new titties were visible and ready for fondling.

After Karen and Lindi were impaled, the band started playing again.  The men stayed there, still holding the girls as though dancing with them, swaying to the music.  The speakers, via the dildos of course, were vibrating away inside of them. 

Then I noticed that some of the men were getting their cocks out.  Someone walked up to the man “dancing” with Lindi and tapped him on the shoulder.  The new man’s already erect cock was fully exposed.  He stepped in front of Lindi and inserted himself into her exposed bunny.  It was instantly obvious that he could feel the vibrations of the speaker driven dildo inside her taint.  Lindi’s eyes were already large and I could see her getting incredibly turned on.  She was being DP’d and her whole body was vibrating with very low notes from the bass instruments.  The cowboys started singing the words to the song as Lindi was being publicly fucked while she was impaled with the dildo up her arse.

Another man did the same with Karen.  The guys didn’t last very long with the stimulations of the vibrations and the twitching of the girl’s superheated bunnies.  Both Lindi and Karen started cumming hard.  As one man would cum, he would withdraw and another man would take his place.  Each one laid a buk in the box beside the woman, shoved himself in, then tried his best to last as long as he could.  None of the men lasted more than a moment or two; there was just too much stimulation.

About the third buk-a-fuk, Karen squirted again as the cowboys hooted and hollered then returned to singing the written words to the song.  The guy fucking her held her in place on the dildo as she went spastic.  He came and had to withdraw when his cock got too sensitive to stay inside her.

Then Lindi went off like a screaming, swearing geyser. 

The band started playing ‘Loving Her Was Easier Than Anything I Ever Did Before’
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aYv_9QfXw8&feature=related)

The women were cumming like banshees.  The men tried to last long enough to get their money’s worth of a woman’s bunny hole squeezing and grasping them in wild orgasm.  The men started whooping every time one of the guys came.  Karen squirted again, and then unexpectedly, Lindi shot cummies all over the man inside her.  The man came and almost passed out himself, but was able to hold her so she didn’t fall of the dildoed seat. 

Karen passed out, and her cowboy lover removed her from the dildo and laid her gently onto a blanket that was nearby.  They thought of everything.

The men then picked me up, lubed me, and inserted me onto the ride.  I started cumming instantly, even before a cowboy had fucked into me.  He came within one stroke. 

The band started playing ‘My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys’

The men were cumming so fast that we totally lost track of who was fucking us.  We whores were so turned on that we came continuously.  The guys just cycled in front of us, dicks in hand, fucking into us, lasting as long as they could, then stepping out of the way of the next man.  I was cumming and cumming.  Lindi passed out and they replaced her with Karen who was awake again.  I was cumming and squirting almost continuously as the guys fucked us.  I was a spastic, squirting, fuck cunt.

The next song was ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky’

The vibrating low notes were too much for me and I passed out.  They replaced me with Lindi and went right on with the orgy.  I have no idea if we got paid all our fuk buks.  Frankly, I was more than willing to pay the guys for such a wonderful experience.

The men had almost all had their orgasm.  Some had gotten it back up for a second shot at our fibrillating bodies.  The men were sprawled on the camp chairs, their dicks still out, dribbling cum on the front of their jeans as they watched their camp whores squirting, screaming and cumming.  By the end of this song, the last of the cowboys had expired inside us, except the band members of course. 

The band took a sixty-second break to get their cocks out.  Then they started playing ‘The Last Cowboy Song’

The band members walked toward Lindi and Karen.  The girls guided their cocks to their bunnies, giggling, eagerly stuffing themselves with the band member’s stiff cocks. 

I noticed that the new guy, the lead guitar player, was indeed THICK!  I stared.  Lindi stared.  Karen stared.  He was as thick as Hugh!  Oh my god!

The guys were singing again, getting into the nostalgia of the song, their last song of the ride.  There was something about the setting, the fun, the rampant sex, and the idea of that huge thickness that was still “virgin to us” that made both Lindi and Karen squirt as they screamed their final orgasms and passed out. 

One man that had not cum yet. 

One whore left to use. 

The band backed away so that the rest of the camp circle could have an unrestricted view of my last fucking.  The guys stopped singing and the band stopped playing as the lead guitar player held his cockhead against my heavily used, saturated bunny hole.  He handed his guitar off and then looked me in the eye.  He raised his eyebrow in question, allowing me to refuse him because of his size.  I could tell he had been refused many a time.  I grinned, then eagerly reached for him, tugged him forward, leaning back, the dildo still in my anus as I pulled him toward me with my heels.  “Fuck me hard.  Fuck me deep, fuck me without restraint!” I mouthed.  I don’t know what he thought I said, but he could tell I wasn’t scared of him. 

His thickness slowly spread my opening, then slowly slid within me.  My eyes were already fluttering in excitement as I felt him fill me to the brim.  I looked him in the eye and nodded vigorously, then pulled hard with my heels.  He got the picture.  He viciously fucked his thick cock into me! 

I started cumming.

He was startled by how hard I was cumming.  He didn’t have the vibrations of the speaker-mounted dildos to overwhelm his senses, and therefore fucked me for what could have been ten minutes or thirty minutes.  I have no idea how long it was because I came the whole time. 

All of the men stared at me in my orgasmic trance.  I heard nothing, only feeling the thickness fucking me.  I felt him getting harder inside me, and I was hoping he would cum before I passed out; I desperately wanted to feel his cock spasm inside me as he came.

Then he started grunting.  I felt his thick cock balloon a bit more; then he bellowed, slammed his steel hard cock deep into me . . . and exploded. 

I exploded, my sexual liquids coating the whole front of his front even as I passed out.

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning started early.  Most of the guys like to try to get some riding in on their last morning at Cowboy Camp.  Some even come in early for a quickie, then come back after they load up their gear after a ride for the trip home, and get their last shot at our spectacularly well-priced buk-a-fuk activities.

After the early red-light rush, the man that had played lead guitar in the band walked in.  He seemed almost embarrassed.  All three of us started giggling as we stared at his obviously growing bulge.

Lindi and Karen teased him about how well he serviced us the night before.  He was a really nice guy and sat down and started talking to us about how much fun he had the night before.  He freely admitted he was married to a very understanding wife.  Though he did not “go out on her”, they preferred to play together, she had encouraged him to enjoy us while he was at camp.

Then he got really earnest.  “My wife wanted to invite you all to our house for a day or two.  If you want to of course.”  He fumbled with his billfold, opened it, then proudly showed us her picture.  It was clear to all of us that he loved her very much. 

Lindi and Karen both looked at me and nodded vigorously. 

He held up his hand.  “I want to be totally up front, girls.  My wife and I run a horse breeding ranch.”

The girls squealed as I thought about what that meant.  We all stared at each other as we visualized what he was inferring.

Karen then put her tiny hand on his bulge and said, “We will come visit but only on one condition.  You have to fuck all three of us with that gorgeous cock of yours this morning.”

He reluctantly agreed.  He porked a delighted Karen before breakfast, Lindi after breakfast, and me just before we had to close down our darling little whorehouse.  He came each time.  To my delight, he took the longest to expire when he was with me.  What a rush!

Mr. Short Wanger came by and did Karen several times during the morning.  He asked her for her phone number and address each time he came by.  He was clearly having a hard time dealing with his crush on her.

We counted our moneyboxes just before the end of the late morning run.  Karen had the most business.  Lindi was a close second.  I came in a decided third.  Karen thought it was because of Mr. Short Wanger.  He had been like a frenetic rabbit the whole time we were there.  He didn’t take long to shoot, and often stayed for a second go when he came in.  And he was definitely lusting only for tiny Karen. 

We headed home grinning with the fun we had this year at Cowboy Camp. We started plotting about next year as we drove along behind the lead guitar player.

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