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THE REUNION

by

Rodeotexas

June 2010


Our Related Stories in Succession.
It is advisable to read them in order as the stories transcends to the next one:
1. Bree1 – Kate- Story for Texans, the prequel to:
2. Bree 2 – Girlfriend’s Big Surprise
3. Bree 3- A Trip To The Mountains
4. Bree 4 -Wife’s Accidental Encounter With The Donkey
5. Bree 5 – Bree and Suzanne Go To The Mountains
6. Bree 6 – The Awakenings
7. Bree 7 – Shannon’s Encounter with Jake The Donkey
8. Bree 8 – The Reunion (a stand alone story but references people in Bree 1 – 6)


As a reminder, you are encouraged to read these stories in succession so you will gain an understanding of how these events began and unfolded over time.


84 pages


Trevor, Cindy, Katie and Kate had been extremely close friends since the first years of elementary school - one guy (Trevor) and three girls, with the exception of Kate whom Trevor had known since the first day of kindergarten and actually lived on the same block. All four attended the same elementary, junior high and high schools and even college. Ever since childhood, the four always preferred being together and doing things together the majority of time rather than with others despite their popularity and many friends. As seniors in high school, Katie was the head cheerleader and all three women were listed in the yearbook as “Most Beautiful”. The girl’s popularity did not diminish during their college years, as they were all outgoing and very actively involved in campus activities. The three women had experimented with their sexuality with each other off and on as they grew up, this continued into college especially during some of the wilder moments from heavy partying as a means of achieving a sexual release during these peak hormone years. Even years after college it had still continued…


After graduate school for all of them, three of them moved from their hometown and all embarked on highly successful but stressful careers - especially Trevor.


The four best friends did not see each other as often as they liked due to their careers but stayed in frequent telephone contact and occasional visits several times during the year when one or more of them were in the same area or in Trevor’s case, country. Rarely could everyone be together at the same time.


TREVOR got married to BECKY, a therapist and marriage counselor, a specialist in psychopharmacology and they settled in the Western Texas Hill Country on a large working ranch on the headwaters of the Guadalupe River. Becky had met Trevor and the other three women while they were at the same university during graduate school and had become close friends with the three women as well. Since college, Becky had become their best friend and a sister as well, who excelled at listening, understanding, comforting and counseling due to her education and profession. Becky is open, non-judgmental, loving with an instant keen intuition of people, knowing if they were good and then easily accepting of them.


Trevor was more often gone than at the ranch due to his work around the world responding to natural and man-made disasters. After a short few years Becky had a thriving highly referred practice with a partnership in another office in New Mexico were she went one week out of every month. Couples that needed intense therapy she brought to the ranch. This became so lucrative with the patients coming to the ranch that they built a large open space concept guest house with floor to ceiling glass walls to take advantage of the scenery, a hot tub setup on a secluded patio and a huge indoor fireplace and outdoor fireplace. The guesthouse was set far apart and out of sight of the main ranch house to give patients the idea they were on the ranch alone. It was paid for within two years just with the patients that came to the ranch.


KATE had stayed in the hometown, got married, and then divorced within a few years. Kate had realized even before her marriage that she had missed out on marrying her real love – someone that she already known and had been extremely close with since kindergarten... Even now as the years had passed, a deep heart tug of intense regret and longing frequently resurfaced. There were two times of particular intensity when this happened - just before her wedding day and then during her divorce. Kate remained single all this time without even the semblance of a steady boyfriend but was highly respective of the marriage of others and had come to accept she would only be able to have a very close mutual supportive relationship with the married couple.


KATIE had gotten married and moved to the Del Rio area, however, there was discord in the marriage as her husband started doing more year-round “guy” things with his hunting and fishing buddies soon after they got married and had remained this way for years - and it was clearly stated this was “guys time” and no wives were preferred. As a result both had grown distant and a permanent separation was ahead.


CINDY also had moved from the hometown and lived in a lake house who had stayed single for a number of years and now was on a five year going on six years on again/off again engagement that she was growing weary of. Cindy is one of the most vibrant and exuberant people you had ever met with the energy of three people.


Subconsciously, over the years, Kate, Katie and Cindy had compared each guy they ever met against Trevor and all of them found their measure seriously lacking when compared to Trevor. Even when they got married or engaged, their subconscious would not let them forget that their “significant” other did not measure up to the most dearest friend they had known for years and deeply cared for and loved, which, over the years, continuously led to failed relationships for the three women.


As if Fate had decreed “it is not time yet”…


Partly due to the high stress of their very successful careers, the four women each participated in a strenuous exercise program that was a continuation of what they started in high school and modified over the years to include yoga, martial arts, weight training as well as jogging. As a result, all had lean hard bodies and tanned skin tones that were better than what they had back in college and could proudly wear with confidence the barest of bikinis that women twenty years their junior envied and men of all ages gave appreciative looks. The four women looked like they were swimsuit/lingerie models! All four were blessed with great genes with statuesque physiques - they all were tall, ranging from 5’7 to 5’10, with firm and full medium large to large perky breasts that very well complimented their lingerie model appearances and bodies. Nor were they averse to having “enhancements or corrections” done if they were ever needed! Tired of shaving and waxing, they all had undergone laser hair removal that included their entire pubic areas except for a very small fanciful design just above their pussy.


Their stressful careers also induced in all of them to completely unwind and let their selves be carefree and welcomed any alcoholic or pharmaceutical assistance they could get. This would only occur when they got together and they would throw care to the wind fully turning loose; having loving and trusted each other for years knowing they will take full care of each other no matter what.


This included the available access they had to Ecstasy and high-grade marijuana extracts. All the women were not in any way averse to taking Ecstasy when available when they were staying in – loving the way it revved up their feelings, sensitivities, emotions, released their inhibitions and especially increased their desires. Plus, Becky was an expert in psychotropic drugs and closely watched their administration.


Katie living near Del Rio had extensive friends and business associates on both sides of the border, with easy access to pharmaceuticals that were either not commonly available or easily accessible in the U.S. Becky, being a prescribing psycho pharmacologist in New Mexico had plenty of free drug samples that the drug sales representatives were generous with as they pushed their products.


Cindy’s brother lived in California and actually had a very prosperous legal cannabis nursery farm that specialized in the raising of Indica and Sativa as well as a very successful chain of upscale holistic marijuana boutiques for prescription users, since 14 states now allowed prescription marijuana usage with California the longest at 15 years. Being a trained chemist by education and profession, he had become quite adept in developing proprietary processes for dehydrating, grinding and compressing marijuana into concentrated pill form as well as the extraction, distillation, purification and concentration of the cannabis compounds of THC & CBD into a liquid oral administration which he supplied to pharmaceutical companies for further processing and distribution in Canada and Europe, in the process becoming quite wealthy. Cindy received a generous supply from her brother for their get-togethers.



PART 2


Friends and acquaintances over the years and during the reunions had asked Trevor what he did for a living and Trevor would give a general non-specific response about doing emergency response and relief work for various governments around the world. He never, nor would he ever, reveal it was the US and foreign governments that sought him out for the worst disasters and he was on the “First Call” list of many emergency management government agencies and relief agencies around the world. It was routine that he had to jump from one crisis to another. While he retained a life long shyness around women, even around his best friends Kate, Cindy and Katie, in his career he was known for his outstanding leadership, drive and bravery. Trevor was the type of person who gave everything and expected nothing back except loyalty.


The lost of his sister ten years ago just before the fifteen-year high school reunion along with passing away of several classmates began the first crack in Trevor’s stalwart fortitude. With the passing of so many classmates - quite a few of them good friends, and in Kate, Katie and Cindy’s cases of not having a loving spouse or an indifferent spouse, it instilled and fortified the desire in all five of them, including Trevor’s wife Becky - who had grown just as close to the other three women, to retain and hold on to old dear friendships. During this reunion Trevor and the girls had decided to firmly renew a close loving friendship they all previously had and vowed to all get together once a quarter in addition to when one or more of them were in the same area when traveling or just to came up for a visit.


Soon all became like family instead of best friends…


It was the second time after the regular quarterly get-togethers started when Katie’s husband and Cindy’s on again/off again fiancé’ started declining invitations to attend so they could have a guy’s get together with their respective friends and similar interests. Selfishly, both had their own interests that over the years seemed to become more important than a good marriage or in Cindy’s case, engagement. They did not mind Trevor attending as the only male; they all got along great and acknowledged that Trevor and the girls have been lifelong friends since childhood. But the fact was that while the guys got along well with Trevor and vice versa, it was an instinctive sense that most men have about other men and knew that Trevor had selfishly done and accomplished more in his life at his age than they ever would or anyone else they knew - the two guys alone once privately remarked he was like a quiet, reserved John Wayne.


Then came back-to-back long deployment disasters around the world for Trevor - the biggest being the December 2004 Indian Ocean Earthquake/Tsunami, then Trevor had to respond to Hurricane Katrina, then two months later the 2005 Kashmir Earthquake.


These back-to-back episodes exhausted Trevor’s great well of fortitude and mental reserves. Still only in his mid-thirties, Trevor was mentally and physically worn having responded to all of the world’s biggest natural and man-made crises that had occurred in recent history. After he got back from the months-long response to the 2006 Indonesian earthquake, Trevor took early retirement to the ranch on the banks of the Upper Guadalupe River to be a full time rancher and cowboy and just did occasional consulting work. But Becky could clearly tell, he was not quite the same personable person nor could he talk about his feelings having spent a lifetime of being a reserved person and containing his emotions, partly which his job demanded him to do in order to effectively carryout out what was needed to help others. As a mental health professional and therapist, Becky knew and could recognize an acute case of Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and knew he needed treatment and even if a person was far removed in place and time from the cause of the stress, that it would linger and fester. But Trevor was one of those intently private persons who could never open up to a stranger and discuss his issues, not even with Becky. Trevor had for a long time laboriously built up strong invisible emotional walls, which he had started at an early age with the passing of his parents when he was young that imparted an early sense of abandonment, then almost the rest of the his immediate family passing by the time he was in his early twenties. His shyness even with his best friends was due to this as well.


From his years of working in most of the world’s worst war-torn and natural disaster conditions and his work ethic, Trevor stood a lean and rangy six foot four, broad shoulders with hardened ropy muscles and a corded stomach, with bright sparkling blue eyes and mirth lines around his eyes. His face had a deep permanent tan and his hair was brownish blonde. With his rugged good looks, he would have made a most excellent Marlboro Man except he did not smoke. Trevor is an accomplished 12 string guitar player with a gifted voice and the girls always pestered him to play his guitar, serenading them with old cowboy and western songs plus a few funny ones he liked to pen. On the ranch, he was a borderline workaholic, driving himself in an effort to forget the ghosts. But more and more frequently Becky observed the cracks appearing and her concern grew exponentially.


The women all usually showed up on Thursday evenings and it was now just the girls at Trevor’s and Becky’s large ranch near Hunt which had the shallow and clear Guadalupe River flowing across the exposed limestone bed through the secluded property. By now, Katie had gotten a divorce and Cindy had permanently broken off the engagement. Even though Cindy lived in a lake house and Kate had a vacation beach house, the three women preferred going out to Trevor and Becky’s beautiful multi-thousand acre ranch set in the rolling scrub-oak hills with abundant wildlife, horses and cattle. There were numerous springs on the property with large hidden shaded grottos where springs flowed over in small waterfalls into clear shallow pools that then flowed into the river, the grottos covered with moss and hanging fern with the scent of wild mint growing leading a faint fragrance in the more sheltered grottos. A set of large springs is situated on the bank of the river near the very large rambling one story rock ranch house with the house situated on a sloping terraced bluff with flagstone steps cut down to the riverbed. The 7000 square foot house was a combination of that unique Texas Hill Country architecture that combined native limestone and timber materials, German stone construction and large modern floor to ceiling vast expanses of glass windows, even in all the bedrooms and bathrooms, to overlook the river and surrounding hills. Even the large bathrooms had clear glass walk-in showers so you could see out while taking a shower. The back of the house was the main focal and gathering point with a large covered flagstone veranda, 72 inch outdoor LCD HD television, outdoor speakers and outdoor kitchen area with a large hot tub built into one of the step down terraces toward the river for the cooler months.
All three women found it very difficult to leave when the times came, as if the ranch and especially the two owners were subliminally telling them this was home…


Besides cattle, Trevor and Becky raised and bred a few prize Arabian stallions as well as three prize miniature horses and collected semen for sale for artificial insemination, which was fairly lucrative for them considering the bloodlines they had.


Becky and Trevor also had their beloved Enno, an extremely large Rottweiler that they had purchased from a specialty breeder back East who raised a champion strain of Rottweiler’s for competition weight sled pulling. While most Rotty’s stood 27 to 30 inches at the shoulder, Enno was 35 inches and was a firm muscular 190 pounds and was outstanding in looks and conformation. He went everywhere with Trevor and still retained his herding instincts to help Trevor work cattle. When Trevor was not around, he was always with Becky. Enno also commanded top stud fees. As protective and loving as Enno was for Becky and Trevor, this also extended to Kate, Cindy and Katie - instinctively recognizing these women were part of his family as well.


After lunch the plan was to ride horses that afternoon then come back and jump in the river and cool off. The Upper Guadalupe River flowed over a wide limestone bed and most places just a foot to a few feet deep with an occasional narrow cut or deep hole in the riverbed. There was a narrow cut in the stream bed that the water rushed through that led into a series of wide shallow clear pools of about 5 feet depth right below the house, almost like a water chute from where it started and ended in the pools.


Trevor had gone down to the horse barn to call the horses in so they all could go for an afternoon ride: two Arabian studs for Becky and he, an Arabian mare and two Paint geldings.


Becky and the girls had stayed behind to change and get beer for the ride. Becky had come to a conclusion that she needed help to keep from what she feared of Trevor further withdrawing into himself and/or have an actual breakdown due to what she knew as years of an acute case of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. In addition, she had uncovered some very unsettling and heart breaking information while moving some file boxes to storage - that Trevor’s work involved quite more than what he publicly and privately let on, even to her, not to even mention the physical and mental scars that had resulted from this work. To protect Trevor and his distressed emotions and his increasing desire for his oldest and closest friends to remain close, Becky took the opportunity to quietly reveal the details of Trevor’s career to Kate, Cindy and Katie.


The three women were his closest and longest friends and Becky had professionally concluded that these three would be the only ones to be able to help her break through his shell. Becky had thought long and hard on what to do. On a personal and professional level she had gauged their three friends and their ability to help, more so, she had been doing it for years now - never having seen or read in her professional journals and her research about such a tight loving bonded friendship as these three women and Trevor exhibited with each other, even being out of contact with each other for extended periods. The only analogy she could think of - it was like twins that had a physic and physical bond to each other. That Kate, Cindy and Katie had included her as well shortly after they all meet back in college - as if some unseen and unspoken group judgment and acceptance had occurred, that realized the five of them had a group synergy benefit of being together.


Becky’s realization over the years that she, as a spouse, had never once been jealous of their close relationships despite how extremely beautiful and engaging all three women were, even when they outrageously flirted with Trevor and their actual lack of immodesty around him. Trevor had even told her of the numerous times they all crashed in his king-sized bed during college after heavy partying with nary a stitch on! Back when they all first met in college, Becky quickly accepted the girl’s nonchalant behavior walking around or sitting in just skimpy lounging attire, even in bras and panties/thongs with Trevor and her present, even strolling from room to room topless that continued to this day. But they only did this around Trevor and not when other guys were present. She even enjoyed Trevor’s reaction, startled and embarrassed each time one of them did this, plus Becky herself enjoyed and appreciated seeing them like this with their lingerie model appearance especially since she herself did not have any outdated sexual more hang-ups! Endlessly teasing Trevor that one of these days, all of them were going to jump him with her participating as well!


For years she had known the three women deeply loved each other and also were very highly sexed and it had not dimensioned. But curiously it only appeared when they were together, in fact, they always had been extremely selective in their dating of men and she recalled each of them only had two or at the most three boyfriends during college including graduate school despite being extremely popular in college, and that with long periods in-between of not having a boyfriend. Becky knew they had on/off again sexual relations with each other during college and after college, they made no secrets about it, even witnessing them teasing Trevor about it. Shortly after she was accepted into their tight knit group, there were thinly veiled open suggestions that she could be included as well…


In fact one night during college after all five of them had come back to Trevor’s off-campus house all very drunk and high, they were lounging around on the thick carpet with throw pillows watching a funny XXX cartoon parody. They had really embarrassed Trevor by talking about it openly in front of him – explaining that is was just a sexual release and then asked if he wanted to watch as they started in on each other! All five of them were close to each other, then Kate reached over and pulled Becky to her, leaning Becky over Trevor and toward her as she caressed Trevor’s arm lightly, asking if it would upset him if she kissed Becky! Trevor with a blushing face said in a quiet voice Nooo, but only if Becky wanted to… In response, it was Becky that leaned in and started French kissing Kate deeply and long as each other’s hands sensuously caressed the swells of each other’s breasts as fingers undid buttons to gain unfettered access. This went on for several minutes as both women continued leaning over Trevor as they continued kissing that included ears, napes and hands that were busy completely undoing blouses and releasing the front-clasp bras both wore and hands roaming freely. Respirations and arousals increasing with both women as two sets of firm, very large and perfect hard nipple bare breasts danced and were fondled directly over Trevor, Trevor becoming more unsure how far this would go and his shyness of two gorgeous half-naked women heavily making out while leaning over him dangling their large perfect bare breasts as they caressed each other and tweaked the other’s nipples and alternately sucking on them was clearly evident. Kate slowly pulled away from Becky, breathing heavily, and trailed a hand slowly down Trevor’s broad chiseled and sculpted chest and in a sexy husky voice said to Becky


“You better go take care of him before I or one of the others do!”


Becky started laughing as did the others, then Becky, topless, stood up and pulled Trevor up and lead him into the bedroom. Just before Becky closed the door, she turned around and gave a long slow whimsical smile to Kate and then fucked Trevor silly half the night!


. While not fully participating in a full sexual relationship with any of the three since that night in college, she did participate in deep intimate kisses and caressing with each of them individually and as a group that still continues to this day…


Becky recognized that this was a coincidental and fortunate coming together at this point in time for Kate, Katie and Cindy - of their separate personal unattached relationships. Examining her own emotions and acceptance of her own proposal that was to be made to them and the long-term consequences. But the true test would be if the three women would instinctively and intuitively grasp and then embrace what Becky initially would not outright verbally propose but only insinuate with thinly veiled suggestions and physical actions- that would be the true clinical test and only this would the proof of acceptance. That this was the course all of them had decided to undertake as well as leave an outlet if one chose not to take this path. Then Becky could verbally and physically show all four of them her wholehearted approval.


The turning point was recent. Becky silently coming upon Trevor in the darkened study, his back to the door as he gazed out the large window, Becky could see his face reflected in the window - tears streaming down his face as the television, turned down low, broadcasted the latest terrible disaster or the death of another service member. Then there were the times when she had awakened feeling hot tears on her arm from Trevor. Trevor she knew, more than other men, locked away things in a pretense to handle the pain and he had over ten intense years of worldwide pain and suffering, including childhood pain, locked up threatening to burst out and overwhelm him. She recalled his dedication at volunteering at Brooke Army Medical Center in San Antonio with wounded soldiers with very difficult recovery and rehabilitation, helping wounded soldiers who were not as fortunate to have family close, bringing them to the ranch to assist their emotional and physical healing. Becky realized with all her education and training and experience she could not help Trevor by herself and she needed the help of his closest friends.


Becky took the girls into Trevor’s study and slid apart a concealing wall panel showing a world map that had over 60 pins in it of places where Trevor had responded. Then she showed them the closet that had several file boxes that were filled with US and International aid agencies and government citations, commendations and awards - none of them ever framed and put up on a “Ego Wall” like most accomplished people do, just tossed into a box and forgotten. She then mentioned the unusual scars on his body that he had accumulated over time, several quite terrible, and how he had casually explained it away with no forthcoming details as a “few too many accidents due to the nature of his work”. Becky showed them a file she had found buried deep in one of the boxes she had moved to storage containing a detailed military report that was heavily redacted - of a time when Trevor was out of contact for three weeks and then she was notified he was in a military hospital being treated for unspecified injuries. The report ended with a United Nations War Crimes Investigation Committee commendation for saving people in a remote village. Trevor had come home from that incident very withdrawn and with severe weight loss - with new terrible scars, more horrific than he had ever received, on his chest, back and legs with three round puckered scars on his torso and weeks long physical therapy. Becky revealed the depth and scope of his career, shocking them to their core foundations, then pulled out a photo that Trevor thought that Becky did not know of: - showing him in a setting and a situation that would greatly upset even the most emotionally hardened person, which brought them all to free-flowing streaming tears and heavy sobbing. The most sensitive caring and loving man they knew and would ever know, their life-long childhood friend - had driven himself selfishly to ease the suffering in almost every worst disaster from dangerous war ravaged and war-crime countries to natural disasters the world had ever experienced in recent years and had come close to be killed several times. Years of pent up stress, losing his sister after a seven year fight with cancer and helping wounded soldiers in their recovery efforts. Back to back responses to major disasters were the final emotional breaking point that first started with the loss of his parents and most of his immediate relatives at an early age. Becky explained that even now, she would catch him with glistening eyes at the news of some new tragedy or major world disaster, knowing from past experience the phone would soon ring, and Trevor never said no, could not say no…


Becky elicited, and with an overwhelming show of whole hearted love, received from the three women their affirmation of their deep loving friendship and whole hearted support for Trevor and Becky, all of them saying they knew that the sweet highly intelligent caring boy they knew in school would have a very successful career, but none of them had known all these years that Trevor had selflessly and with outstanding bravery at the risk of his own life, over and over again, quietly done more with his life to help and save people than most anybody. The girls told Becky they too had noticed he was not the same outgoing fun-loving personable boy they knew growing up, who was easily embarrassed by a girls attention, and at one time or the other they all had recurring deep crushes on him that never seem to totally go away but repeatedly resurrected again, even now… to this day they loved him more dearly than anyone they ever had loved, that started back to when they were all in grade school. Each told Becky they had hoped to marry Trevor but circumstances never seemed to align but all of them were thrilled when they first met her and knew Becky would be the one. They were all so glad to renew their old close friendships and how Becky fit in with them so well when they all first met and how they considered her a best friend and a sister as well and loved her as much as they deeply loved each other. They had also noted that Trevor was withdrawn at times, more reflective and quiet, still retaining his outgoing personality when required but it was obviously forced. Now, he was mostly reserved and they wanted the old Trevor back - at least when he was around them. They swore to each other they would bring back the kid-at-heart they knew was still buried somewhere deep inside, whatever it took.


Becky felt her own emotional dam break and suddenly burst out crying into unabashed body wracking sobs. Kate, Cindy and Katie immediately and instinctively protectively enveloped Becky in a long tight embrace, repeatedly kissing away her hot tears and stroking her hair to calm her, each amazed on how unselfish and giving Becky was of herself. The Kate held Becky’s tear streaked face in her hands and said


“Becky, we all love you just as much as we love Trevor, we would do ANYTHING for each other, and we are all in this together, forever, just like our love”.


A final tight and long group hug followed as Becky hotly whispered into each one’s ear to always have that crush on Trevor and to think long and hard what it would be like, in spirit, to be married to Trevor… to all of them committed to each other, as one loving family...


Each had a similar reaction hearing the whispered words – a deep audible intake of breath with a widening of the eyes, a thundering rush thru the core of their body with a suddenly pounding heart, a bright nova exploding with sudden realization what Becky’s thinly veiled suggestion meant!


Of a long held unfulfilled desire held dear to each of them that could now be filled…!


With moist lingering lip and cheek kisses all around and wiping away of still free-flowing tears, they went to change clothes to go riding. They came out wearing old/comfortable snap button low rise jeans, boots and a mixture of old and very short cropped tee shirts and tank tops that in combination with their very low rise jeans, showed off a vast expanse of their bare muscular midriffs; just the styles varied: cropped scalloped tank top, cropped racerback lacy tee-shirt, cropped deeply scalloped lacy tee-shirt and a cropped ribbed athletic (beater) tee-shirt since it was so hot. Every shirt was worn to the point of being semi-sheer, frayed and tattered. None of them had worn any panties knowing from experience how easy it was to get sweaty when it was this hot and then chafe from horseback riding. By unspoken agreement, none of the women bothered wearing bras because it was so hot despite the very revealing sheer tops all wore. They seldom wore bras anyway when they were all together, enjoying Trevor’s frequent discomfort – unintentional and intentional!


When they came out, Becky spoke her approval in their decision not to wear bras due to the heat but also kept her unspoken approval to herself that related to their just recent conversation and that it clearly resulted in what they were now wearing and not wearing. That Kate, Katie and Cindy instantly and intuitively knew what Becky had whisperingly insinuated as only close loving long-time friends intimately could know each other, their recent group hug and most importantly their unabashed kissing of moist parted lips with all four of them - all now as close and supportive of each other as only loving accepting spouses can be, an unspoken glimmer of hope beginning to dawn within all four, not only for Trevor but for all of them…together… Then, with high spirits soaring and plenty of laughing and playing grab ass (and tits!) with each other and passing around Visine to clear the redness out of their eyes, they loaded up on beer to take with them and climbed into the old topless ranch jeep for the ride over to the horse stable.



PART 3


Trevor had just finished tending the horses hooves and brushing them out and had just thrown on the first saddle when the girls pulled up outside the corral in a thick swirl of dust. As the dust started clearing the girls started striding over. Due to wearing cowboy boots infrequently except for Becky, they had an exaggerated stride causing their unrestrained firm and full breasts to slowly flounce with each stride - faint hints of nipple and breast outlines clearly seen on all four beautiful statuesque women thru the almost sheer worn tops they barely wore. With the very short-cropped tops and the low rise hip hugger jeans, vast expanses of exposed flat muscular tanned midriff showed on each of them.


As they walked up, Katie judging by his expression and his stillness, coyly asked”


“Like what you see?”


Causing Trevor to obviously blush even with his darkly tanned face and mumble under his breath then he quickly bent over to raise a hoof to double-check it.


Seeing Trevor bend over in his chaps, Kate let out a low wolf whistle and loudly stated


“You always had the cutest butt but those chaps really accent it!”


Trevor looked out from under the brim of his old gray sweat stained Stetson and shyly grinned back at Kate saying “thanks, you always were telling me that, glad I still got it!”


At this Katie laughingly said with emphasis

“We are too!”


When Trevor rose, he asked Becky to help with some equipment in the tack room.


Hearing his spurs jingle, Cindy quipped


“Hey cowboy, you always wear those spurs?”


Before Trevor could reply, Becky spoke out cracking them all up as she playfully smacked Trevor’s butt


“There is only one place he doesn’t wear them but I sure as hell do!”


When they got inside, Trevor turned to her and asked:


“What the Hell?
None of y’all are wearing a bra and I can see thru everything y’all have on!”


Becky replied:


“You know it is too damn hot to be wearing a bra, we go riding all the time with me not wearing one when it’s this hot, so it’s no big deal.
You need to chill!

Hell, you have known these women since grade school, you should feel like they are your sisters and if you can’t feel like they are, then relax and enjoy the view! They certainly were very appreciative of the startled look you gave them and I loved seeing your reaction!”


With this Becky leaned against his arm firmly with her breasts as she gave him a quick kiss, then as she turned away to strut back out, gave him a coquettish look as he muttered to himself


“They are not my sisters damn it!
It’s bad enough with just you getting me riled up!


Becky pretended she did not hear…

Trevor stayed where he was trying to get his emotions under control. Sure, numerous times over the years he had seen them just lounging around in skimpy lingerie, short thin robes, even just bras and panties when visiting and at one time or another over the years had seen their bare breasts or more thru some happenstance. Numerous times during college they had all gone out together to party and then drunkenly crashed at his off-campus residence in his king-sized bed with not much on. Ever since junior high school when they started “developing” they had openly flirted with him that continued to this day with words and actions including unabashed immodesty around him. Then, starting when they all resolved to see more of each other, he realized he was catching more and more inadvertent glimpses of skin like they did to him back in college and knew some of it was blatantly intentional because they kidded him about it to get a rise out of him with Becky enthusiastically joining in and sometimes provoking it! Not to even think of the kind of intimate roughhouse horseplay and wrestling and sexual innuendos they hurled at each other in front of and at him! But this right now! All four of them never before at one time been this blatant showing their breasts to him - barely concealed as they were with what they wore, except when they were drunk! Hell! He could clearly see the firm swell and outline of each large breast and nipple thru the mostly sheer tops they were wearing!
And they were sober!
DAMN IT!


Trevor went over to the stable refrigerator, reached in and then opened and slammed back a beer.


As Becky exited the tack room, she heard Cindy make some lewd comments about the dangling horse cocks, which tend to let down when it is hot to help dissipate the internal heat or they are relaxed. Remarking that the horse cocks looked like long giant human cocks, which made the women crackup.


Kate called out:


“Cindy, only you would think of taking something that size on!”


Cindy riposted back:


“I think we ALL would have Sooo much fun trying!
If not the Arabians, for sure those cute stud ponies!”


Trevor hearing this, a brief visual image popped into his head, then he had to stay inside just a while longer to make sure his flush was gone away before going back and joining them, however the girls still noticed!


Later, in hindsight as he reflected, this was the starting point of the girls always wearing extreme casual clothing around him or the lack of. Overt sexual displays and openly flirting with him, as well as with Becky and each other like they had done back in college! Of the four women openly displaying their affection and love for each other caressing each other bodies and French kissing in front of him, trying to draw him in…
And Becky’s obvious encouragement and coaching!
He had to admit, at least to himself, it was damn hot watching them do this, especially when Becky aggressively initiated things!
He knew that Becky and he were secure in their marriage as well as trust, besides he trusted and loved Kate, Cindy and Katie as if he was married to them as well and knew they felt the same way about him and Becky.
He knew the four of them deeply loved each other and always have, and since Becky came along, her as well.


The girls wandered into the horse stable to look at the other prize stud Arabian horse and the three prize miniature horses while Trevor was finishing saddling. As they came into the main area they saw a strange contraption and Kate asked what is was. Becky replied that it is a Breeding Phantom or horse-breeding mount used for the collection of the horse semen. They used it when the Arabians were too rowdy to be done by hand and of course the miniatures they always did by hand. Katie remarked it looked almost like a gym pommel horse except with a fuller roundness, thick padding, a fleece cover and adjustable legs for slanting the rear end.


Cindy vaulted onto the breeding phantom and laid down on her stomach and yelled out “Come on, bring on the studs! They all started laughing hysterically, with Katie looking a bit longer at Cindy to see if she really was joking before she joined in with the laughter…


The look did not go unnoticed…


The other three laughed telling Cindy how sexy she looked laying on top with her legs dangling to either side but nothing was going to happen with all her clothes on!


Becky pointed out another smaller breeding phantom they had earlier purchased for the miniatures when they first got in the breeding and semen sales business. It looked just like a low slung padded rounded weight bench but was adjustable so it could slope, Becky explaining they did not have to use it since they miniatures were fairly docile and could be done by hand and never got around to selling it. They heard Trevor let out a piercing whistle and they went back out to mount up. Cindy being the last one out turned and gave one last look at the miniature breeding phantom…


Once all the horses were saddled, the girls and Trevor filled each one of the saddlebags with beer fitting at least a six-pack or better to each horse, then he gave his doctoring bag to Becky to hang on her saddle. Kate asked what the bag was for and Trevor replied:


This is not just a pleasure ride, this is a working ranch and y’all are going to work!


Trevor explained he had a few half grown calves that needed doctoring in two different pastures. The girls watched Trevor and Enno cut the calves out and lasso them; each time Trevor’s horse would put a strain on the rope while the calf tried pulling away and Trevor would dismount and then throw the calf. He instructed the girls for one to lay on the neck, two others would grab a leg each, bend and hold it and then the fourth would lay across the calf to ensure it would not move too much while he doctored the wounds and/or gave antibiotic injections. On one point Trevor jabbed the needle in the fleshy part between his thumb and forefinger being highly distracted looking at Katie laying against the neck of a calf holding its head, while her cropped tee-shirt had rucked up to the point (not that it had to go far in the first place!) where the bottom of her breasts were broadly exposed, all the women laughed at his exclamation clearly knowing what the distraction was. After six calves were treated, the girls were all sweaty with dirty sweaty shirts (and dirty bare stomachs) along with dust and sweat smudged faces.


After about two hours riding, working calves and drinking lukewarm beer, the girls were getting rowdy not to mention already sweaty with fabric starting to cling and becoming even more transparent. By this time Trevor had viewed numerous times vast bare expanses of barely covered breasts of all four women while they were throwing and holding down calves. They arrived back at the river and rode through it to cool the horses off and letting them drink, the horses kicking up big splashes with each step spraying water on the bunched up riders. Their shirts were all thoroughly wet now and clung tightly to their very generous firm swells - the wet transparent fabric leaving nothing to the imagination! As they rode out of the river and into the field Becky started a slow lope with her horse which the others joined as Trevor, rode mesmerized, as he appreciatively looked on at the slow motion flouncing of full firm hard nipple breasts and tightly clinging transparent fabric, and more than frequent views of the bottoms of bare breasts showing as the cropped shirts kept rising getting rucked up by the lope, Trevor having to adjust himself in the saddle several times to get comfortable.


“Shit” Trevor thought, “they might as well be not be wearing tops at all!”



PART 4



When they got back to the stable, Becky said the horses had gotten lathered up pretty well so they all needed washing and it would help cool them off, plus they were pretty dirty. Trevor said he had to drive in to go to the feed store, as they were getting low on feed and left the girls to it. They all got another beer out of the refrigerator that was in the barn as Becky got the bathing supplies. As she passed by the schedule board, she noted the stud horse she had rode was due for semen collection for a customer who had requested and a shipping due date of tomorrow.


Becky loudly muttered DAMN IT! Which caught the other’s attention. Not understanding what the schedule board was for, she had to explain it. You do remember you are on a stud horse ranch? Becky let that dangle there a moment as comprehension overtook their faces and the three of them started to blush


Cindy laughingly said out loud
“So we get to watch you jerk off a horse!” as the others laughed as well.
Becky paused, then said, Noooo, y’all are going to do it!
This is how we make some our money and it is quite lucrative.
Y’all have to work for your keep you know!


I can’t do this by myself, how else do you think we collect the sperm, besides, it just like whacking off a guy till he cums instead it will be a horse, y’all know by now that a horse penis looks just like a human penis except much longer and much thicker!


At this they all started giggling and then burst out laughing that soon turned into a taunting contest on whom could get the horse off the fastest based on their past experiences and their talents at hand jobs.


They finished washing the horses and turned them out to pasture except for the stud horse that Becky had ridden and all grab more beers. At this point all of them had much more than a good alcoholic buzz going…


Becky led the horse and the three women to the area that was constructed for the semen collection, insemination and breeding area. This area was spotlessly clean and had a soft, thick rubber tiled floor so the horse’s hooves would not skid and tied the stud off.


Becky instructed that while she kept the horse calm by grooming them and talking softly, the first thing they would have to do was to wash his penis, then apply some lube, then whack him off to do the collection. Becky did not tell them she really did not need to stand by the horse to keep him calm, he was champion sire and went through this process twice a week, it just gave her a better way to observe her friends interactions at a standoff distance”.


With a lot of giggling and laughter they drew a bucket of warm water, in the process slightly splashing Cindy, Cindy in turn started flinging water at the others. If their shirts were not already wet and see-thru from washing the horses, they surely were now! After they settled down a bit, they added the disinfectant soap and Becky told them to get a loofah sponge and start washing the underbelly, the sheath and when the penis starts emerging to gently wash it, when the penis got slightly stiff they were to stop.


As they prepared to do this they started cutting up again. Soon they were again flinging water at each other with the loofah sponges out of the pail.


A lot of ribald comments were made about the size of the horse penis compared to a human penis they got even more graphic as the full length dropped and then started stiffening


Becky paid close attention to the comments they were making as they were encouraging each other and the occasional taunt or boasting, their actions and reactions, the washing and the stroking: if they were doing it mechanically or… if they were doing it with a conscious thoughtful purpose - whacking off the horse penis just like one of their ex-husbands or past boyfriends!


Becky told them wash time was over, they were getting more water on them than the horse. Becky then told them to go back over to the sink and look for a bottle labeled J-Lube and for each of them squeeze a small amount of powder J-Lube lubricant in their hands, add a little water and rub their hands together to mix it and after this they could add additional water to get the consistency they preferred.


They all commented on the J-Lube and that except for the clear color, it sure looks like cum except slicker and stringy and they have never felt anything so slick before. Becky said that J-Lube was an obstetrics powder and is also used for the slime used in movie special effects; this product was used to make the slime in the Ghostbuster movies. That small bottle can make two to six gallons depending on how you like the consistency.

Katie quipped, “sounds better than being in a wading pool with jello!”


All three started caressing the dangling penis, still cutting up with each other with the occasional taunt and insult indicating “you must never have whacked off a boyfriend or lover, how in hell can you get your own self off with that kind of technique!” As the penis started stiffening and then become engorged from the manipulations, slowly the taunts and jiving dwindled off to breathy comments like, “Wow, look at it, it is so hard, so massive, feel the heat from it. It does look like a human penis, the pink head is so pretty, feel how massive it is when you wrap your hands around it, jeez, I cannot even get my hand to close around it or even the shaft!”


Becky could clearly see it was very obvious that all of them were very enthralled and fascinated at feeling for the first time such a powerful and massive male sexual organ. The massive shaft was throbbing – swelling and contracting as they attempted to encircle their fingers of one hand around the shaft but failing to do so as it reached twenty-two inches in length. Kate could see their encircling fingers actually spreading apart 11/2 inches each time the massive shaft throbbed and swelled.


Becky could see their naked sexual emotions clearly showing upon their faces.
. Becky could visibly see the girls become excited, their nipples were all hard, and their respirations had increased - their breasts visibly moving under the clinging wet see thru tops from their deep breathing, they were all focused with sensually coordinating their hands sliding up and down the shaft; their comments were soft and exclamatory. This went on for a few minutes because the horse was use to being serviced frequently.


Cindy seemed to momentarily break out of her revere when she suddenly grabbed Katie’s crotch with one hand and loudly quipped

“Looks like it just might fit!”
with a gleam in her eye and a leering look at the others.


Katie shot right back with
“It would be a tight fit but I believe you are right!”


Becky and Kate made and momentarily held eye contact hearing the remarks from Cindy and Katie.


Then Becky stated
“You will rethink the definition of “tight” when that cock head flares inside you when he orgasms and you are actually stuck on the end of that huge cock and then feel as if a fire hose was turned on inside of you with hot water blasting out!”


They all looked at Becky with puzzled looks and Becky explained “the head swells and then flares just before the orgasm and during the orgasm, briefly wedging the penis inside the uterus ensuring with a powerful ejaculation that the majority of the sperm is forced into the uterus, that this was an evolution mechanism due to the large predators that preyed on the horses and this had ensured the rapid delivery of the most amount of sperm directly into the uterus”.


Pretending innocence, Cindy inquired on how Becky seemed to know how it feels when the horse orgasms inside… then Cindy started laughing along with the others but it was Kate that again made eye contact with Becky and held it…


The insinuation and most of all the insight briefly stunned Becky and Kate saw it.
Then with a face beet red, Becky picked up a soaking wet sponge out of the washing pail and threw it at Cindy hitting her full on in the face causing Cindy to sputter as water got in her mouth and all four of them cracked up laughing.


Now look at what y’all have done, Becky pointed and noted the horse had gotten distracted with all the laughter and was no longer fully hard. The three women resumed their ministrations with an enthusiastic effort, coordinating their caressing and manipulations with their inhibitions shucked and long forgotten…


They languidly stroked the cock up and down the entire length going slowly building up to a faster stroking action. Cindy and Katie both said at the same time “I can feel his shaft swell and it looks like the cock head is getting bigger! Alternately and at the same time, all three spoke some variation of “this feels incredible, it is getting so big!


Becky told Kate to quickly grab the semen collection jar because he was fixing to orgasm and told them all to be sure to keep stroking until he finishes ejaculating


Then the ejaculation occurred when Cindy was actually caressing the penis head. Cindy had said OH WOW! I can feel his head swell, I think he is fixing to cum, she then placed both hands around the now largely swollen head as Kate quickly positioned and held the collection jar under the cock. Then the head suddenly flared and shot a powerful stream of cum into the collection jar with such force that initially a lot of it blew back out and partially onto the barely covered breasts of the three women, the force of it almost knocked the jar from Kate’s hand!


There was a hush of silence from all of them as they were mesmerized by the powerful thick stream erupting with explosive force and filling the jar, Katie finally whispered Wow, look at that bastard cum! I did not know horses could cum so much or so powerfully, there must be over two pints in the jar already and he is still cumming!” Cindy then quietly said “you should have felt his head swell up just before he came, it must have increased twice in size, then it flared! As Cindy said this, her hands had moved over the tip of the head, cum covering her hands from the dimensioning stream, Cindy said Damn! His cum is Sooo Hot as she slowly caressed the head. Kate said come feel the jar; it feels like it is full of hot water. All three had still been continuously slowly stroking the shaft and now their hands slowly slid lower to where Kate’s hands were holding the jar to feel for themselves…


All of them were reacting to that hugely powerful male smell combined with becoming incredibly horny while stroking that huge penis – so human in appearance yet so beastly huge, doing something to each of them on a basic primal level, imagining something so outside of culture and society, so basic to reproductive life, that their heads spun with that scent, and, something beyond their control coursed that scent to their brains which reacted and made their clits start to ache and throb and that inner hole start to feel starving to be stuffed, just absolutely painfully starving.  Imaging what exactly did it feel like with a huge monster member inside their pussy like the one they were stroking…? .

Imaging she’s being pumped by that huge cock. Feeling that hard cock trying to get in but it is so huge and your pussy is sooo tight and it just barely creeps in. Your impatient hot pussy wanting to enclose itself around the cock. Squeeze it. Pull it deep inside. You thrust up against the cock encouraging more to go in. Your pussy exploding in lubrication feeling his massive cock start to slide in easier and then the actual thrusting begins that rapidly builds up to a crescendo of hard pounding thrusts - driving deep, deeper and bigger than anything before experienced, your body violently jostling with each thrust, then feeling the flare...
The huge expansion of that cock head, turning from soft to rock hard–momentarily completely swelling inside almost to the point of pain, the feeling of that huge, enormous, unbelievable beast of a cock filling her pussy till she burst, the force and power and oh, YES, the masculinity of the beast, filling you up so your stomach swells out, so you scream in simultaneous pleasure and almost pain, because it is literally both at the very same time, and then he’s done , but you are not. Far from it. The head is still flared out, trapped inside your womb as you mindlessly thrust back with overwhelming primal fuck lust, all you can think of is the vibrations inside you, feeling the hot voluminous cum swelling your womb and then spreading your legs and see that cum dripping down. But then putting them together, squeezing to hold it and to milk it, gyrating your hips feeling that massive cock still in you. One powerful thought overriding everything else. You want your pussy stuffed.  Closing your eyes and imagining that monster cock in you right now…fucking you…



Kate looked down at her deeply scalloped and still wet see-thru tee shirt and saw a long stream of stringy semen running across and down the cleavage of her breasts. She saw the other two likewise had some combination on their exposed breasts and in Cindy’s case also running down the flat expanse of her stomach starting from the bottom of her breasts where it had run completely down her cleavage and then running down into her navel. She also noted all of them had diamond hard nipples… As if the spell was broken, Kate said, “Damn, look at us, we are a mess, we need to get cleaned up and get another drink or two!” Cindy then said “yeah, especially Katie!” as Cindy plunged two lubed and cum covered hands up Katie’s cropped tanktop and rubbed her hands all over her hard-nippled breasts before Katie laughingly shrieking was able to pull away!


But the high jinks were not over…


Kate had turned her back to Cindy to hand the collection jar to Becky, Cindy threw an arm around Kate’s waist to hold her and with her other hand was easily able to quickly plunge a slick hand all the way down the back of Kate’s low rise snap button jeans, past her small tight curvy ass and to her pussy causing Kate to shriek and leap up which also facilitated Cindy thoroughly goosing her with a plunging lube and cum covered finger into her pussy! Cindy instantly realized that with the ease her finger sank in to the hilt, that Kate had been aroused just like she had been and suspected Katie as well and Kate’s hot slick wet pussy was clear proof!


Kate laughingly shrieked at Cindy

“Oh My God!
I can’t believe you just shoved horse cum up inside me!”


Cindy replied
“You sure seemed to like it, you were wet enough!”


A combination Cindy’s and Kate’s physical actions had resulted in two of the three snap buttons of Kate’s jeans to become unsnapped parting in a V revealing Kate’s flat muscular lower abdomen.


Suddenly, Cindy grabbed Kate and started to yank her pants down and yelled at Katie to come help her get Kate’s jeans off, then Cindy yelled at Becky to bring another stud so Kate could really feel what is was like having a huge cock shoot off into her!


Kate shrieked and rolled as two sets of hands tugged at her low rise jeans and remaining snap button, then started frantically rolling, thrashing and wrestling with the three women as she felt her jeans come loose and suddenly slipping down past her hips and then further down...


A searing fantasy sizzled through Kate’s mind of her dearest friends forcibly holding her and forcibly facilitating her fucking a cock of these massive proportions - thrusting deeper than any man or dildo had ever gone before - stretching and filling her like she had never before experienced, imaging a hot massive explosive ejaculation deep inside and of such massive quantities, triggering the most intense repeated orgasms she had ever experienced!


This was also occurring to the other three women imaging Kate doing it as well as each of them. Again, each imagined like they had just fantasized about minutes ago, of each of them getting massively and thoroughly intensely fucked, vividly imaging the sensation, given a tremendous boost by the huge human looking cock that was just recently in their hands and reinforced just now by forcibly stripping Kate of her jeans – all of which subconsciously added fuel and then more fuel to their actions and imaginations!


A still rational part of Becky’s mind clicked into clinical analysis. None of it was malicious; they were all too close and loved each other too much to ever hurt another or forcibly coerce doing something they did not want to do. Some women entertained rape fantasies, some with variations of friends forcibly holding friends – this appeared to be just another variation of the rape fantasy.


The three were going all-out, no hold barred unrestrained playing and wrestling - laughing hysterically with tears streaming down their faces yanking on each other’s jeans, experiencing an alcoholic reaction of much lowered inhibitions and high libidos. Actions/reactions just kept going and going?