Hi, my name is Mike. I'm now living in retirement at the age of 72. Through out my life I have had the most outstanding sex with some of the finest young girls, women and older ladies that any man could want. This is the continuing chaptered story on how I play the sex game with these many wonderful women through out my life.
These sex escapades are all very true as I actually experienced them. Of course going back as far as almost 60 years, I have taken some liberty in telling what exactly people said to each other etc. However, overall, the facts of my deeds back then are as true as I can remember them.
This is chapter 13 the tale where I tell all on how I had great sex. If you have not done so already, please read chapter 1 through 12 before starting the reading this chapter. Please begin and enjoy!
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After my flight back from Omaha I got my bag from baggage claim at the airport and then started to drive back to my office. I got to thinking about my two Indian girlfriends. At the time of our first meeting, these two young women owned a row crop, cattle, and hog feeding operation east of the Missouri River on a farm west of Mitchell, SD. Several years later, after I met them, they acquired a cattle ranch in west river country, out by Lemon, SD and way up by the Wyoming border.
Today it's been over 45 years since I met these two wonderful Indian gals. Presently, their farm and ranching operation has grown to over nine sections of land some 30 miles west of Mitchell and their cattle ranch out West has grown over the years to just over 27 sections of land. These two spreads combined are one of the larger private land holdings in the state of about 24,000 acres.
Presently, these two ladies are both grandmothers several times over and their sons or grandchildren do most of the daily operations on their land. However, these two now 65-year-old gals still are the matriarchs of this small empire. I was so very lucky to befriend this family many years ago.
They spend a lot of money on wildlife each year either directly or indirectly so there is a lot of game to hunt. In October this last fall of 2007, 22 of us hunters shot 74 ring-neck rosters in just under an hour on opening day. That first day we only had to walk one quarter-mile long shelterbelt to get a limit of birds.
This was certainly not an unusual opening day bag limit in such a short time. As over these years most opening weekend days have fast and furious shooting like this. Over the next four days it took longer to get our limits, so on the fifth day we might have to hunt up to four hours to limit-out. I am sure that no where else on this planet has ring neck pheasant like South Dakota has.
My wife and I and my black Labrador dog, Coot, hunted ring-necks there for five days on their farm west of Mitchell, SD. Last year we had no trouble getting our possession limit of 15 birds each.
As I said before my wife, June is not only the best with her hot wet mouth on my cock; she is also one hell of a good wing shot, too. She can out shoot most of the men I know with a shotgun. On a pheasant drive down the corn rolls and through the slue bottoms her aim is right on.
Then we two went out to their west river ranch for shape tail grouse, prairie chickens, and prong horn antelope hunting for six more days. June got a massive, 14 inch long horned antelope at about 200 yards with her 270 Winchester, almost a record book size. I got a buck too but not as big.
Years ago Nancy and her husband Jack moved out to their newly acquired ranch to live and run it first hand. Now most of their kids and grandchildren live and work this big spread of land, too.
After our west river excursion, my wife and I went waterfowl hunting with some other old friends of mine down by the Missouri River, out at Chamberlain, SD in the center of the state. We had five great days of very good duck and goose hunting. It was a month-long grand hunting trip last year in South Dakota.
Well back to my true tale about Indian fucking some 45 years ago. For Christmas that year I was pulled out of the snow bank, I sent them a microwave oven that was still new to the market place. I went back out at the beginning of that following summer in the month of June to Nancy and Jack's wedding. Except for the wedding day, I spent two long nights having Sue in bed at the brand new Holiday Inn in Mitchell. She and I just could not get enough of each other. She was so hot and kept me so hard.
I went back that next fall for the opening of pheasant season for five days of great bird hunting. It was outstanding, topped off each night by my Indian sex partners fucking and sucking me. I stayed at the farm just like family.
I had finally got my life into the position of doing the two best things that I liked at the same time, bird shooting with a shotgun and shooting cum out of my pecker into some woman's hot runny cunt.
That first hunting trip, Nancy wanted my cock again too but I tried to put a stop to that idea. First she was so pregnant with a very big rounded belly. It seemed that she and Jack had done the deed without a good rubber back in March just before they got married, and now, at seven month along, she was really sticking out.
Jack said, "Nancy and I took a trip out to Wyoming to look over several bulls that we were going to buy and I forgot to bring along any rubbers. So I bought a couple of off-brands condoms at a gas station. They were made of poor quality latex and really too small to fit over my 12 incher. The rubber broke as I was feeding the meat to Nance's pussy and I shot her all full of my cum."
Now that Nancy was so pregnant, I guess Jack did not like to fuck her. She was far along but oh so horny. So, I had to teach Jack how to lay the meat to a pregnant, big bellied woman.
I had had some experience in fucking a pregnant girl a couple years before, back here at my home. She was a farm gal that lived across the section that my 15 acres where four years before I had built my house and hobby farm.
This woman was about 35 years old and I ran into her in the female sanitary napkin isle in the supermarket. She was a snip of a woman with small breast and only about 90 pounds. She had a pixie face and cute as a bugs ear. You all remember my fixation with older women.
I was trying to buy Kotex or Tampons for a girlfriend who was out at my place and was on the rag the last couple of days. I was totally confused about what to buy, regular or extra absorbent or what.
I turned and asked this lady pushing her cart down the isle for help. She asked me why my wife did not buy her own.
I told her, "I am not married and I am getting them for a girlfriend. She's out at my place and I wanted her to stay the weekend so we could make love and fuck." Like always, I was bold in my talk in conversing with sexy looking women because I though that it was cute and fun to do so. I hoped I could shock them a little.
I told this older gal that I had fucked my girl last night and it was her first time when she was bleeding and during her menstrual cycle and she just loved getting my hot rod in her tight cunt. My girl had had real good sex last night and I wanted her to stay the weekend but she said that she could not as she had run out of sanitary napkins.