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  Candy and the Cowgirls

  By JJ Joella

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Candy and the Cowgirls

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  Cover Photo © Can Stock Photo / porechenskaya

  Published by Sassieasse Press

  ISBN 10: 0-9984950-7-7

  ISBN 13: 978-0-9984950-7-1

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  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  HOT START

  1 - THE PHONE CALL

  2 - THE ARRIVAL

  3 - DANNY IN DISTRESS

  4 - THE RIDE

  5 - CAPTURED

  6 - NURSE SUCKIESUCKIE RETURNS

  7 - CANDY GOES WILD

  8 - SERINA TWIST AT THE COWGIRL BAR

  BONUS CHAPTER

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  HOT START

  1966

  Sassieasse University Campus Cop Calantha (Cali Girl) Buxton drove Candy Plum and her husband Danny Diddle out to the Sassy Ass U Dude Ranch. She needed to keep an eye on them. There had been rumblings about reprisals against the couple because of Candy’s ability to squirt endless buckets of girl-juice whenever she got turned on, and Danny’s ability to give endless orgasms to any girl who let him lick her pussy.

  Was it jealousy, Cali wondered, or some attempt at revenge? And if so, why?

  Cali didn’t know. All she cared about was that it would be a week of R & R for her. Besides, the sexy goings-on at the ranch had always sounded like fun to the buxom lady cop who looked more like a California beach bunny than a law enforcement officer.

  When they arrived, handsome cowboy Travis Woodstock had taken an immediate liking to Cali and offered to carry her bags to her room. The girl cop let him so that she could be totally alone with him, of course.

  Cali’s room was a freestanding little bungalow with a wood beam ceiling, full bath, a king-sized bed, and an adjoining sitting room with easy chairs and a big leather sofa. Above the couch was what looked like an old tintype photo of a couple engaged in reverse cowgirl sex: that is, a mid nineteenth century beauty with her skirts pulled up to reveal an enormous cock half way into her pussy as she sat facing away from a hot young cowboy and toward the camera and the viewer.

  “Where ya want em, Miss Cali?” asked Travis as he stood in the center of the room still holding the girl-cop’s bags. They were heavy, and the effort made his muscles swell invitingly.

  “On the bed, I guess,” Cali said, and she watched the cowboy cart the big suitcases into the bedroom before taking off her cop cap and tossing it onto one of the easy chairs.

  Then she pulled off her cop shirt and tossed it onto the chair as well. Next came her cop slacks, bra, and panties, until she stood there wearing nothing but thigh-high stockings, cop high heels, and an inviting smile.

  “Is there anything else I can do?” Travis started to ask as he turned and realized that Cali was pretty much stark naked.

  “I’d like a cowboy hat,” Cali said as she licked her lips and pushed out her tits with a smile.

  “Shucks, have mine,” said Travis as he took his own hat and placed it squarely on the girl cop’s pretty head. It fit perfectly.

  Without taking his eyes from the big-titted blond, the cowboy pulled off his own shirt and tossed it onto the same chair that Cali had graced with her cop duds. Then he leaned back against the wall, pulled his jeans off over his boots, tossed them after all the other discarded clothing, and moved toward the girl. He wore no underwear.

  Cali’s pulled the cowboy’s face to hers, parted her lips, and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.

  Travis slid his hands over Cali’s shoulders, across her back, and then down. He grabbed her ass cheeks tighter than any man ever had.

  “Mmmmm,” Cali sighed as she felt an erection that reached all the way up to her navel. It pressed hard against her. She reached for the cowboy’s balls and cradled them as his tongue ravaged her mouth.

  Then Travis pulled away from the lady cop and let his eyes take in her whole beautiful body: long, blond, beach-bunny hair, broad shoulders, huge tits, curvy hips, tight ass, very shapely legs and a pussy that was already juicy.

  “You look just delicious, Calantha,” Travis said with a cowboy drawl.

  “Want a taste?” she teased.

  “A course I do.”

  They were standing very close together again. They could feel each other’s breath as they spoke.

  “Feel free,” Cali whispered, and Travis grinned.

  “Well then....” he said, and he lowered himself to his knees and pressed the girl cop’s thighs apart.

  “Ooooohhhh!” Cali gasped as she felt the cowboy’s tongue glide up the inside of her thighs, over her pussy lips, and then deep into her cunt.

  SQUIRT!

  Candy Plum had trained Cali in the art of orgasm. And so, once the waterworks began, she made sure they kept cumming.

  “Damn girl,” Travis said as he finally got to his feet with Cali’s love juice dripping from his lips. “You just washed my face with yer muff.”

  Cali giggled. “Want to return the favor with your spunk, cowboy?”

  “Not till after I have my way with you, Officer,” he joked. And then he easily lifted the girl-cop and carried her to the big leather sofa on the far side of the room. He lowered Cali gently into it so that her legs hung off the front of the couch. Then he used his big hands to push her dripping wet thighs apart once again.

  He gave one long stroke of his cock (it was now the size of a Brahma bull’s) and then rammed it straight into her... HARD!

  “OHMYGOD!” Cali screamed.

  This was not the sensitive touch of beautiful lesbian lips or the talented tongue of sweet Danny Diddle. This was a hard, nasty cowboy fuck that plowed into Cali again and again and again. Cali raised her beautiful legs above her head to give the cowboy better entry into her pussy, and he didn’t disappoint her.

  She felt his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. His hands were on her hips using them to pull himself deep inside her. His eyes burned into hers as though he was taking everlasting photographs of her passionate face while she tossed her head from side-to-side in absolute ecstasy.

  “Like the feeling, Cal?” he asked.

  “I FUCKIN LOVE IT, I FUCKIN LOVE IT!” the cop girl screamed.

  “Good, baby,” Travis growled. “Because we’re just getting started.”

  Then he pulled his massive dick out of her and let her admire it for a moment as it throbbed above her hungry pussy. Then he lifted her completely off of the couch, turned her over, reached around her waist, and jerked her ass high in the air. Next he slid his mas
sive dick back into her and started pounding away from behind.

  “You’re gonna be a good little cowgirl, right, Cali?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “You’re gonna let me give it to you right up the ass, aren’t you, babe.”

  “Mmmmm, hum,” she moaned in agreement.

  The cowboy slapped Cali’s ass real hard, and she screamed. “Ouch!”

  “You don’t like me slappin’ your ass, babe?”

  “Oh, I do, I do.”

  “Then ask for it!”

  “Slap me!”

  “Where?”

  “On my ass.”

  SLAP!

  “Like that?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Beg for more.”

  “Slap me again.”

  SLAP!

  “Slap my ass again!”

  SLAP!

  SLAP!

  SLAP!

  Cali was sweating hard, gasping for each passionate breath as she felt the cowboy’s big dick pull out of her pussy and slowly glide up to her anus.

  “Want it, Cali girl?”

  “I DO!”

  “THEN HERE IT IS!”

  And with that Travis drove his monster dick all the way into the cop girl’s asshole.

  “OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!” Cali screamed. And then the wicked, endless, ass fucking began.

  Cali’s fingers were down on her twat, and she was diddling it wildly.

  “OH YES, OH, YES, OH YES!”

  Girl cum squirted from her in long hard bursts that drenched the couch and the carpet.

  “I’m cumming too!” the cowboy roared. “DRINK ME!”

  And he pulled out of the girl cop, grabbed his dick, and squeezed it with all his might as Cali wriggled off the couch, spun toward him, opened her mouth, and took a boiling shot of jizz down her throat... then another all over her face.

  Cali pulled back eagerly and lifted her tits so that Travis could blast yet another load all over them.

  “Mmmmm,” she cooed as she tickled her twat and felt the load of cowboy spunk cream onto her nipples.

  She grabbed Travis’s big dick and crammed it down her throat as she pumped her face up and down, and up and down, and up and down on it. Then she pulled her head back and tickled the end of the cowboy’s cock with her tongue while she squeezed the very last drop of semen out of it.

  “Mmmmm, so good, so good, so good,” she sighed.

  “Oh, God,” Travis said as he fell back onto the couch.

  Cali sat beside him, pulled his head onto her breast and held it there, caressing his face, kissing him, loving him gratefully for the hardest fuck she’d ever had in her life.

  “Thank you, babe,” Travis said. “Gotta go now.”

  “No, you don’t,” Cali said with a big grin. “You’re gonna stay her and fuck me all night long, or I’ll throw your ass in jail.”

  “For what?”

  Cali kissed him quickly on the lips. “I don’t know, but I’m a Campus Cop, and I can figure something out.”

  Travis sighed. “Damn straight you can.”

  And so he fucked her four more times that evening and then settled in for the night. The next day was one long sex party, with Travis doing all the cooking and Cali sucking all the cock. And with that kind of arrangement, the girl cop, who was at the dude ranch to protect Candy and Danny Diddle, didn’t make it outside the front door of her bungalow for six more days.

  CHAPTER ONE

  THE PHONE CALL

  The Previous Evening

  The phone rang once... twice... three times, and the sultry cowgirl, who had been brushing her long brunette hair as she sat at her dressing table, put down the brush, and moved slowly over to the telephone on the nightstand beside her bed.

  “Howdy,” she answered cheerfully.

  “How are you this evening?” asked the familiar voice on the other end of the line. It was a young professional woman. Her words were clipped, business-like, and decidedly Asian.

  “Aw, you know, frustrated, as usual,” said the brunette. She sat down on the edge of the bed and let her cowgirl cotton nightshirt fall open uncovering breasts that had been her source of pride ever since she made her first appearance on the ranch. She glanced back over at the mirror above her dressing table and smiled at how beautiful her titties really were.

  “I will save you from your frustration,” said the Asian woman. “A girl is arriving at the dude ranch tomorrow morning.”

  “A film subject?” asked the cowgirl eagerly.

  “Oh yes, someone who needs to be taught a harsh lesson.”

  “Oh goody. Can I chain her up in the barn?”

  “Chain her, brand her, torture her, and fuck her.”

  The brunette smiled. She brought her fingertips to her breasts and began to toy with her nipples. “Cattle prod?” she asked enthusiastically.

  “Whatever you like. Just don’t kill her.”

  “Course not,” sighed the brunette. “But you do want me to get it all on film, right?”

  “YES,” said the Asian. “I have buyers all over the world who will pay thousands to watch such a pretty young woman tortured and sodomized.”

  “Ah kin certainly do that,” said the brunette.

  “She will arrive with her handsome husband, Danny Diddle, and a Sassieasse University cop, named Calantha Buxton.”

  “And how will I deal with those two?” asked the brunette as she continued to pleasure her nipples.

  “Any way you like. You can have the boy... put him in the bullpen with the other sex slaves if you want.”

  “I like that. And the campus cop?”

  “Get one of your studs to take her into her bungalow and keep her there for a week.”

  “And fuck her into oblivion?”

  “Ah yes. But punish the blonde harshly... get it all on film, lots of close ups of her tortured face and her tits and her pussy. But of course, make sure that she doesn’t die... and doesn’t remember.”

  “Sounds like fun.” And now the brunette lifted her breasts and squeezed them hard. “And the name of my victim?”

  “Candy Plum,” answered the Asian woman.

  “The squirt queen?”

  “That’s right.”

  “I’ve collected dozens of surveillance videos of her juicing that beautiful pussy of hers. I like to masturbate while I watch. She’s a real turn on.”

  “Then you will know who to look for, won’t you?”

  “Mmmmm,” answered the brunette as she broke into an evil laugh.

  “Are you still frustrated now?” asked the Asian.

  “Not at all. Goodbye, and thank you.”

  The brunette lowered the phone into its cradle, and then looked down between her legs. Her clit was tingling, rosy red, and hungry, and her thighs were dripping with her warm pussy juice.

  CHAPTER TWO

  THE ARRIVAL

  “Boy Howdy, an welcome to the double D-Cup Ranch,” said the chubby little receptionist behind the front desk.

  The headmistress at Sassieasse University had offered Candy and her husband, Danny Diddle, a week at the ranch just to relax and consider the offer of full-time positions in sexual research at the Sassy Ass Medical Center. The headmistress had also asked Campus Cop Calantha (Cali Girl) Buxton to drive the couple out to the ranch and keep an eye on them.

  “Mah name’s Sally Whoop – de – due,” said the girl at the front desk, “and ah have yer room reservations right here.”

  The little cowgirl was well endowed, thought Candy. And her bodacious boobs couldn’t help but overflow from her Sassy-Ass plaid halter-top. Sally’s tits were at least double D’s, Candy was certain of it. The girl was about 25, maybe, but so bright-eyed and cute that she could easily pass for 19.

  Sally wore a big white cowgirl hat, a Sassy-Ass plaid halter-top that barely contained her massive bazooms, a fringed cowgirl vest, and a tiny jeans skirt that flashed her little pink panties whenever she squirmed around on her stool.

  “That’ll
be a deluxe bungalow with a ginormous waterbed for Mr. and Mrs. Diddle.” Sally squirmed a little more as she pronounced the couple’s married name. “Oh, I like the sound a that one, makes me feel so horny. And there’s a smaller but still very comfortable bungalow for the peace officer.”

  “My name’s Calantha Buxton,” said the girl cop who had driven Candy and Danny in a brand new Dodge Polara Cop Car to the wilds of California’s Eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains.

  “And would you prefer evening companionship during your stay, Officer Buxton?” Sally asked.

  “Evening companionship?”

  “Yeah, you know, someone to spend time with on our cold, lonely nights... someone who would let you warm your feet on his or her back.”

  Cali smirked; it was an interesting idea, she thought.

  “And who might this companion be?” asked Cali.

  “There are lots a cowgirls and cowboys who’d be interested,” Sally said. But then she grinned and her chubby cheeks filled with cute dimples that made her almost irresistible.

  “Ah mahself would be very happy to spend a few nights with ya... you know, strictly for companionship purposes, that is.”

  Cali’s lips curled into a seductive grin. “Just what are you talking about Miss Whoopdedo?”

  “Awe shucks,” said the chubby cowgirl, “I’d fuck an suck ya all night long if I had my way. That is unless you don’t like full figured gals.”

  Cali smirked.

  “I’ve always had a fondness for full-figured gals,” she said as she licked her lips. But just then two handsome cowboys walked into the reception area. They were in their mid-thirties, tall, lanky, with chiseled features, and half-open Western shirts that revealed ripped abs and pecs. They were deeply tanned, and their thick manly equipment made quite a dent in their over-tight jeans.