My weekend was certainly suitable of a wild wild west adventure. One of my closest friends and her fantastic husband never cease to show me a good time whenever I am in town and they are extremely tolerant of my wily ways.

The three of us ended up on a mini road trip  to the truly wild Wyoming. Colorado and Wyoming have a definitive culture that crosses state lines. There is a freedom and purity that is not sullied by living in a city such as San Francisco-there is an element of bullshit that disappears here. The people are giving, real and love to party. And, lucky for me the ratio of single men to single women is about 10:1.

I was sort of a welcomed party crasher. Our first stop, a check mark of the rock-n-roll to-do list, KISS on opening night of one of the largest state fairs. Next on to a rock-n-roll mountain hippie wedding and party, and of course all of this included much drink and smoke. Colorado recently allowed medical marijuana bills to pass, they call Denver, Demsterdam. There is more weed dispensaries than starbucks. To say the least I stayed in a cloud float mode for the entire weekend.

The wedding was held in a beautiful outside chapel overlooking the edge of the earth–the sky vast, the clouds in patterns of dreams and the air full of deep summer–those elements alone made me want to cry. Then the wedding started and of course I really wanted to cry, I cant help it–I love love, I love to see people express and join in a unity–all in the company of their friends, family and random wedding crashers.

The reception was held at a secluded private campground, the entire area ours for the remainder of the weekend. The sun went down, little lights began to twinkle and shine, a bonfire lit up and warmed, and music filled the night air. Someone actually brought a organ and a generator to run it with–like I said rock-n-roll mountain hippie wedding. The beer flowed like a river, the weed pipe stayed lit and love was in the air.

I, being one of two of the only single women at the party was quickly targeted, I was introduced as the single one. It was great, I flirted all night long, I teased, I smiled, and I listened to the 9 single men at the party. We all wanted the same thing, love and a nice fuck romp.

With over half the party having stumbled off to their tents, the remainder of the party turned into a spontaneous bout of music. The organ played, there was an accordion player, drums, banjos, guitars–and the rest of us played what ever we could get our hands on. The valley was alive with noise. I was high on all sorts of things, then I was horny,seized by my pussy, I needed a cock, I needed someone to love for the night, for the moment. Slut.  As we played our chosen instruments my pussy cozied up to the young organ player, and introduced her self properly. Soon we were dancing, soon my ass cheeks felt his cock growing, soon my hands felt his cock, soon we danced our way out of the party.

We walked and we played, fucking and laughing, feeling his dick get solid in my hands as we walked to his truck. At one point I bent in half my fingers digging into the rich earth as his explored and opened my pussy up. I said filthy drunk things to him as we stumbled along.

Once in the truck I lost myself and became all about fucking. I took a big drink of water and did what I do best–dropped my lips and mouth to his cock. I kissed, licked and sucked getting him nice and hard, getting him ready for my pussy. When the time came I climbed him- my pussy was crazy, I was the one doing the fucking. Surprisingly the cab of the truck seemed to have enough space for me grind all over his cock and to lay back with his cock still filling me, allowing him to work my pussy with his rough Wyoming hands.

The nights libations made this a sloppy fuck. I recall I kept saying I was too tipsy to continue, then I would take a break with his dick still inside me, then fuck some more. You finger fucked me often, I like that, I could hear my pussy being fucked, I could hear my liquid forming around your fingers. Alternating between fingers and cock, we fucked for a few hours. With one foot on the back of the seat by your head and the other bent behind me I was able to bring my cunt completely into your cock with each trust. I came while bucking on your cock and tweaking my own clit. We continued to move all about the truck cab, fucking and finger fucking and filling my mouth with cock, eventually I fell asleep on top of you with your cock still filling me.

and few last tid bits about wyoming…
this is one of their library logos and this their tag line.