“Lots of fun stuff you can do with rope.”
“Oh boy. You need to remember I’m a feeble cowboy recovering from a grave illness. I’m not sure if my heart can take your fantasy.” He chuckled. “What’s the plan?”
“It’s happening right here. We’ll put out a tuna bowl for Bella and some meat sticks for Blitz. We’ll tie the mules up close. The dogs can sit wherever. That’s my fantasy, a formal mating ceremony for the whole family.”
Bart laughed, “Whatever floats your boat.”
“You move the mules while I get us set up here.”
Bart chuckled and headed off for the mules. Molly opened a can of tuna and mixed it with rice in a bowl. That would draw Bella and her family. She set it down in Bella’s place. She put two meat sticks on the platform for Blitz. She positioned two six inch pieces of firewood on the ground so her feet barely reached when she hung from the rope.
When Bart had tied Beryl and Buddy to nearby trees, she was standing naked, checking out her setup.
“Okay, Cowboy, I’m ready to float my boat.”
“Oh boy. What’s happening?”
“Just take your clothes off and don’t worry about anything. I’ll explain later. I’ll get you ready, then we’ll rock and roll. If all goes as planned, all of Dark Hollow will know about the new kid in town.”
Bart draped his clothes over the back of the chair and threw a couple logs on the fire.
“Not going to take long to get you ready.” Molly was chuckling as he walked over, wagging back and forth. “You look very happy to see me.”
She took him between the trees with the rope, dropped to her knees and went to work. He put his hands on the back of her head, gently massaging and moaning as she skillfully worked her magic. When he was ready, she leaned back and admired, “Magnificent.”
She rolled on a condom, stepped on the two pieces of wood, reached up, and grasped the rope in two hands. Molly was aroused. She’d been thinking about this for several days. Standing naked in the wild with her man felt so good. Her breasts were firm and pointing straight ahead, the ends stiff and bursting. The moisture had gathered between her legs. Seeing Bart long and thick made her crazy. She was light headed, her throat and mouth dry. She wanted him. No, she needed him, and just like this.
Hanging from the rope, her legs spread and barely touching the two pieces of wood, she said, “See if you can figure out what to do next.”
Bart immediately moved to her breasts. Standing still, he wrapped his hands around her left breast and brought it to his face, softly massaging his mouth and tongue around the end, then putting as much in his mouth as would fit and caressing her hardened nipple with his tongue. Molly had been aroused beforebut being inside his mouth like this sent her to the moon, the fire inside now raging. She moaned and gasped as Bart expertly worked her left breast before turning his attention to the right one. Molly wanted to put her hand behind his head and hold him there, but she was hanging from a rope, groaning, erotic throbs pulsing through her groin.
Molly’s neck and face were burning up and her itch was screaming at her. “Okay, Cowboy, let’s move things along here. Can you see I’m hanging from a rope?”
She moaned when he started swabbing back and forth exactly where she needed it. She sputtered, “Thank you. Yes, right there. Just like that.” Molly groaned as he moved smoothly inside. She’d never felt anything so good. She needed him there, right there, hard, inside, and right against her place. She held tight to the rope, legs spread wide, while Bart wrapped his arms around her lower back, pulling her tight, and driving himself to the end, earning a loud shriek. Oh my God, she really needed that. He was all in, tight and snug, right on her itch, and he was starting to pound right against it. Oh my God. Was it possible for anything to feel this good?
Okay, time to launch her fantasy.
Putting her head back, she opened her mouth and began a loud, melodic wailing to the rhythm of her cowboy’s penetrating strokes, her joyous voice ringing through Dark Hollow. Molly felt all the tension from the rescue mission releasing into the pine-scented air. Without interrupting her soulful song, Bart steadily pounded away. She was singing to her assembled family. Shadow and Bear stood mesmerized on the porch. Bella and her family studied them through the fire. Beryl and Buddy stood shoulder to shoulder, absorbing the bizarre scene, Blitz watching with a meat stick in her talons.
Bart established a steady rhythm. Molly, still hanging from the rope, wrapped her legs around his waist. In his weakenedcondition, she didn’t want him bearing her weight, but she needed him to have that perfect access, and she liked being upright, naked, outside, in the wild, with her man and his family. He was really putting it to her, each stroke sending erotic jolts deep in her groin, and she was wailing her approval in loud, sustained cries. Her audience was enthralled, captured by the cathartic moment. As Bart increased the pace, Molly got louder, singing into the heavens, groaning and grunting on each penetration. Bart kept his arms tight around her torso, aggressively putting it to her.
Molly took her voice to the next level, loud, primitive screams echoing through Dark Hollow and into the wild. The mules were first to bray, then Shadow and Bear started barking, the mournful cry of wild cats, and finally a rasping kack-kack-kack from a bird of prey. Her wilderness family had joined her primal song.
With a final, desperate wail, Molly felt the contractions followed by Bart’s release. She secured her legs tight around his back, still hanging from the rope, while he held her torso close, the assembled family watching the dramatic climax. Molly finally released her hands, wrapping them around her man’s neck, letting him hold her for just a few moments, her throat purring, her body aglow.
Just when all was quiet, off in the wilderness, a wolf launched a long, distinctive howl.
They were sitting in front of the fire. The pheasant had been roasted dark and crispy. Bart was stripping the meat off the carcass and dividing it among the family. The roasted meat was tender, moist, and delicious.
“Are you going to tell me what your fantasy was all about?”
Molly chuckled. She’d wondered when he was going to ask.
“My major in college was animal breeding.”
Bart thought about that for a minute. “Okay,”
“In college, we took classes on the history of mating and breeding, since the beginning of time, all species, including humans.”
