CSFW Diary
6/18/09

This year at the trail ride will always be special to me. The friendships that develop out in the wilderness are so special. I am beginning to think I know the men better than their wives do. Of course every year are some new men, untried and untested by the service staff, if you will. Maybe I should just say ‘New Meat’?

Mostly I do not understand wives that refuse their husband’s sex. Seems to me that sex was some of the best sharing I ever had with Jay, my late husband. It seemed to lead to the deepest intimacy as well. Isn’t that what women want, in the end, mental intimacy?

But then I do not see sex as a means of having control either.

Anyway, the guys arrived, fully half of them with flowers for me! What a wonderful surprise! Three new men to get to know. By now I pretty much know what the guys that have been there for four years like in bed.

I dressed like a frontier town whore again this year, frilly dress, big slips underneath, my cleavage eighty percent exposed, lace up dancing boots that came above my thighs. The guys all love my boots waving in the air while they pleasure themselves inside me. I can see how the whores of the frontier towns were the most popular people there. It was so cute, the guys had rigged up a frontier town façade for the trailer. It even said “hore house” on it in hand painted rickety letters (no capital letters either)! Cracked me up! They even wrote my ‘bukafuk’ rule on the front! I charge each guy a buck each time he visits me. That way I feel like I have been properly bought and paid for, like any good whore should be. None of this free stuff, after all. Well, except for young Charlie, but more on him later.

When I think of the vestal virgins and the various other means of providing publicly available sex in the “olden days”, it makes me realize just how important the sharing of our bodies is to the human condition. In my mind, there is every reason to believe that in prehistoric society, women were free to roam from (as Jean Auel would put it) “hearth to hearth” to capture sperm from many men, rather than just one. The Druids called it “The Beltane Fires”. It was a night of any woman being able to take any male they wished into their bodies. The Eskimo had a ritual of sharing their wives with any visitor that came into their home. The early precursors to the Jewish tribes had much the same sense of sharing, as did the Egyptians and the early Mycenaean peoples.

I got to camp about 5:00 o’clock, just in time for happy hour at the old rancho. The guys helped me move in to my ‘hore house’ and I was set up for business in less than ten minutes. I could not believe how wet I was, since I had been thinking about a couple of my favorite men all the way up there to camp. It was a two and a half hour drive.

It’s pretty easy to take on the whole camp the first night. Most of the guys had not had sex in awhile, some not since last year’s ride. None of them seemed to last much more than the obligatory three minutes, till the second time at least. Then there was Charlie with his huge sad eyes. He came in my hands even before he entered me. Then he cried. I held him for quite some time as he sobbed. I had to lick his sperm off my hands before I could hold him properly. I don’t think he realized I can’t talk, but then maybe it didn’t matter in the end. He started telling me about his darling baby girl. His wife had divorced him after his daughter’s passing. The old blame game trick.

Not one guy knocked on the hore house door while Charlie was in there with me the whole time I was there. Women say men are not sensitive. I disagree. So many women are so wrapped up in themselves that men usually just shut up rather than try to compete with the war in his wife’s head.

I sound bitter about wives, I guess, rereading this. Sorry.

The next morning after breakfast, the guys were ready for some cantering.

For those of you that have not read my story about last year, cantering is what I call it when the guy is in the saddle, and I am facing him, penetrated nicely, and the guy has the horse canter, which is sort of a loping run. Perfect up and down motion, with some pretty hard down slamming of my clitty onto the man’s base of his shaft. I cum so hard that way! They guys like it to cause it takes no energy for them. The horse does all the work. I had to chuckle, cause not one guy left on his early morning ride until they had watched this. I was naked in the early morning air, sitting backward on the horse, and the man was of course facing forward. I had made sure I was nicely wet and lubricated before I was hoisted up by four eager ands to my position. Someone’s thumb “accidentally” slid into my opening as they picked me up and sat me in place. No one apologized, and I didn’t charge him a buck. I guided my cowpoke’s rigid poker into me as they settled me down in front of him. Then they all stood back and gawked.

My cowpoke looked at me and asked “You ready Deni?”

I nodded, grinning, my arms around his shoulders. I kissed him softly and coyly smiled up at him. I already had my well trained kitty caressing him, even before we started off. He touched his heels to the gelding’s flanks and we were flying. In two strides I as bouncing up and down perfectly. In thirty strides I was cumming. And I was cumming hard. My cowpoke started cursing and then he erupted. That is why you HAVE to use a saddle. When you’re both cumming, it would not do to roll off the side of a fast moving horse.

Nine men tried this that first morning, one right after another. What a glorious way to start one’s day!

CSFW Diary
6/19/09

I slept well while the men were on their trail ride. I have learned over the years that when they are gone, I need to take advantage and catch up on sleep. Some of the guys are night owls and love to come and pay their ‘buk’ late at night. I always endeavor to please my clients . . . .

The guys take a lunch with them on their trail ride, so few of them are around during the daytime. And those that are in camp respect my naps. They are so cute! They all cherish my support of their activities.

I was up and dressed appropriately by 4:30. Then around five I heard the dinner bell and headed over to the chuck wagon.

Steaks and all the trimmings. I am a huge eater and chowed the food down. The guys love giving me a hard time about how much I eat. They keep telling me that I should weigh three hundred fifty pounds with the way I eat. My late husband told me the same thing. But if I eat less, I lose weight rapidly.

After dinner they played a game similar to horseshoes but with rings. Then it was time for songs and geetars, a bit of cowboy poetry, and of course the game of passing the little whore around the circle. Lots of caresses and nipple suckles while I rode their laps. Several were able to get their members into me in the darkness around the camp fire, and take advantage of their poor little whore. Since I cum silently, no one got caught.

I finished up the night on my back and knees until around one o’clock. Charlie had fallen asleep waiting for me to finish my evening’s work. He grinned at me when I woke him up and asked if he wanted another go. He asked, “How much for an all-nighter?” Such a charmer! He is young enough to go all night too, it turns out. He kept doing me until the sun started to come up. I decided to really clench him tight for his last time. It worked. He came explosively as the first rays of morning peeked in the window.

I had to move to the other bed for the morning traffic. Charlie was out like a light on the regular bed. I could tell he was sleeping well, finally. His wife leaving right after his baby girl died was more than he could tolerate and still sleep. His gentle snoring was music to my ears as I worked my guys for several hours.

Breakfast was more steak, eggs, hotcakes with real maple syrup, fruit, and of course the obligatory hash browns with ketchup and sausage gravy.

Three more canterings and the guys were off for their ride.

And I was off to bed.

Charlie was still snoring away, so I crawled in beside him and snuggled up. We both woke up at four that afternoon.

Charlie told me he loved me. I told him he didn’t. He replied “You’ll see.”

I decided I needed to introduce him to my darling girls, Karen and Lindi. They are more his age. And he has a very nice cock, so the girls will appreciate my thoughtfulness.

CSFW Diary
6/20/09

Prime Rib that night, with horseradish that was not too hot and wonderfully strong. I really think I could eat my own weight in Prime Rib. Then cookie, who knows from past years how much I like tapioca, had made some of it for dessert. No more prefect meal. The guys teased me about how much I like tapioca and how much it looks like sperm. I just kept slurping it down. Licking it from my fingers and my chin . . . and cleavage. Kept spilling it on my globes. The guys were getting hard-ons watching me eat tapioca and fantasizing about what it looked like as I ate it. Some of them started cleaning up my titties where I kept spilling my food. Tapioca covered nipples are such a treat.

One of them pulled himself out and coated his penis with tapioca. I quickly dove in and devoured his tasty treat. He added his own special sauce to my dessert, right in front of everybody! After that it was a free-for-all as everybody prodded their own favorite opening. I was soon airtight and suspended. I serviced the whole confab including the cooks and the bottle washers before they put me down. I was walking sort of funny. But that took some of the pressure off the night trade visits, so I got some sleep from about 10:00 o’clock on.

The guys told me to be ready the next morning for going on the last trail ride with them. They said they wanted to show me the upper country, and take me skinny dipping with them in a lake up there. It would be the last day in camp, so I was pretty excited.

On the way up, they traded me off from horsie to horsie, each one impaling me and enjoying my warm wet little barn. I have never cum so often for so long in my life. Two hours of nearly continuous orgasm can make a girl have stiff internal muscles, you know!

But that high mountain lake was colder than a witch’s tit, so I spent most of my time on the beach, fondling and suckling the guys wieners back to pinkness. Mmmmm, more tapioca! Cookie had sent a fresh batch along with us, and they all took turns coating themselves and having me enjoy their ersatz sperm. And of course most of them added their own donation to my extended tapioca fest.

If my counting was right, all the men had me twice before we headed back down the mountain. No one could get it up any more, so the ride back was uneventful, other than the spectacular views of the upper country. Charlie stood there watching me as I took all of them, often two at a time. He was the last one to have me before we headed back. He came so hard he almost passed out, he said. I think he would like to be a cuckold in his next relationship. Her really gets off on watching his “heartthrob” getting satisfied by other men.

Maybe sometime I will have him be my sweet kitty licker as I enjoy some guys.

When we got back to camp, everyone started packing up and loading up. Two of my guys came over for a ‘one for the road’. Then the ‘hore house’ was made ready for transit.

It was sad to see my thriving business fold up. I made over eighty bucks at a ‘bukafuk’ and that did not include the ‘around the campfire’ sneakiness. Cum to think of it, it also didn’t include the skinny dipping episode either. So all in all, maybe I should have made a hundred buks!

Charlie followed me home, at my invitation; I was thinking I would introduce him to Lindi and Karen. We stopped for a soda about half way back. He took me around back and did me again back there.

Karen was home when we got back. Her eyes flashed in delight when she saw I had a young man with me. She quickly made herself available to him. And he in turn immediately took advantage of the situation. I could hear Karen squealing and ooooowing and ahhhhing as she uncovered his special prizes. Soon she was ohhhhing and mmmming as he made her a happy camper.

Lindi got home about two hours later and also partook of his stamina.

Poor Charlie was too rung out to give me any satisfaction that night. Thank you god. I was sore.

Karen and Lindi both did him in a threesome the next morning before getting up. What a wonderful noisy thing that was!

That young stallion has found a new home, it seems. Or at least a friendly barn to hang his spurs in.

Lindi has confided to me that he has told her he loves her. That would be wonderful. They are nearly the same age, and she loves to fuck in front of her boyfriends. Seems a perfect match to me!

And that’s the end of this CSFW Diary entry.