Ranch Hand ch 1
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Ms. Cherro owns the ranch down the road from mine. Actually, it’s my father's ranch not mine, but my dad is looking to retire soon and he made it clear he wants me to take over when he does. He would always remind me to see Ms. Cherro every spring and help her once in a while, especially to fix the water shed. It ran between our ranches and we would alternate watering days. We had this agreement with her that I, or my dad, would maintain it.
There’s this little secluded spring back there. I used to take my ex girlfriend to it back when we were in high school. We would have a little fun there on hot summer days, skinny dipping, and sometimes a little more. It fed the small corral for the horses.
It was a warm early spring day. I loaded the back-hoe and truck up, and headed down to open up one of the channels that fed the corral from the north side. The morning sun was already telling me that today was going to be a hot one.
I drove the truck down the two track to the back channel. I went walking the fence line when I saw Ms. Cherro. She was skinny dipping in the spring. I remember one time after Janis and I finished fooling around, I'd seen Ms. Cherro drive off on her UTV. This was my time to spy on her. And she did not disappoint.
Ms. Cherro, for an older woman, has an amazing body. She’s in her mid fifties, blonde curly hair, and she is fit. I mean fit, and tight. Her body looked like I could have bounced quarters off her tits. Speaking of her tits, those looked amazing as well. High, firm, and large. I was far enough for her not to see me but close enough for me to see her every fine detail. Her trimmed blonde bush, and her ass. Just seeing the water cascade down her ass in the sunlight as she walked out of the spring had my cock stand up fully.
I waited for her to towel off, dress, and then drive away, before I started up the tractor. I got to work dredging up the fallen trees that were blocking the entry way, then the beaver dam that had blocked the exit from the spring. I don’t mind the beavers but sometimes they do make a mess of things. So I just knock their dams down and move them. Instead of the alternative my dad prefers, blowing them to pieces.
The hot sun was beating down on me as I pulled the last of the branches out of the channel by hand. I was covered in mud, and muck. It was so hot the mud would dry up on my skin pretty quickly, turning it into a coating of dirt as I worked.
I was taking a short water break when I heard Ms. Cherro's UTV rolled up from over the hill. She drove over to the other side of the channel and parked there. I waved to her as I drank my sweet tea.
“You didn’t kill any of those beavers did you?” she yelled across the way.
“No Ma'am,” I shouted back.
The channel I had dug out was now about eight feet wide, but a good six feet deep. The water was still flowing pretty good. This would keep the water level at the lower pond good enough for the horses, and cattle to cool off in during the summer.
“I made some sandwiches,” she said, holding one up. “Come on over and get one.”
It would have taken me a while to walk around the spring to her, so I used the bucket of the back-hoe as a make shift bridge. I climbed the top of it over to her.
As I walked up to her I could see her tits pressed out. The tight button up red plaid shirt she was wearing was straining to hold them in. Her jeans hugged every part of her firm legs, cradling her tight ass cheeks in perfect form. Her hair was pulled back in a tail, under her brown brimmed hat.
“My,” she said smiling. “You must be hungry.” She handed me a sandwich, and an iced tea.
“Yes Ma'am,” I said.
“Trevor, you don’t need to call me Ma'am,” she laughed. “You’re about to take over soon. You can call me Nicole.”
“Yes Ma'am… I mean Nicole,” I said, taking a drink of my tea.
Nicole leaned on her UTV sort of smirking at me as I bit into my sandwich.
“Did you enjoy the view this morning?” she asked.
I choked a little on my sandwich. “Ma'am? I mean Nicole?” I said bashfully.
“I saw you watching me this morning,” she said. “Over in the tree line.” She took a drink of her tea. “Did you like what you saw?”
My heart raced. “Yes Ma'am… I mean Nicole,” I said, swallowing hard.
“You know,” she said, setting her tea down. “I used to watch you, and your little girlfriends skinny dip back here all the time.” Nicole stepped towards me. “Your hard body, and their little bodies. Splashing in the spring.” Her hands traced the front buttons of her shirt, as she continued. “I could see that nice cock of yours, satisfying all of your little girlfriends.”
Nicole had my cock throbbing hard in my jeans. She opened the top button of her shirt. It practically popped open, straining the button below it.
“I watched Janis get on her knees and lick your balls. And stroke that big cock of yours,” she said, popping the next button down open. Her tits were almost out of her shirt as she stood in front of me.
“It made me so wet, seeing you fuck her from behind,” she whispered. Her hand grabbed the bulge in my crotch giving it a squeeze. “I had to fuck myself with my biggest dildo. Thinking of you.”
Beads of sweat ran down my forehead. My heart was pounding through my chest. Nicole popped the next button down open. Her tits burst out of the front of her shirt. They were perfect in form, round, supple, with her nipples poking out. A perfect shade of pink, and hard. She put her hand on the side of my face.
“Then she ran off to college. Leaving you here alone, with this amazing cock,” she said softly, rubbing the boner I had in my jeans.
Nicole gave me a little kiss pressing her hand harder on my cock. “Let me see that cock for myself,” she said. She squatted down pulling my belt buckle open, then with a simple tug, Nicole had my cock out, and was stroking it.
“Oh my,” she cooed. “Even better from this angle.”
Nicole gave it a little kiss. “Umm,” she purred. “Even tastes good as well.”
She wrapped her soft lips around the head of my shaft. I could feel her tongue swirl around the head of my gland. It made me jolt a little at first, but the sensation she caused was making me weak in the knees. Nicole moved her mouth around my cock like a seasoned pro. Her hands massaged my balls as her mouth sucked me in.
“Bet the young girls you brought down here couldn’t do this,” she said. With that, my cock disappeared into her mouth, her left hand still massaging my balls. Her right hand gripped tightly on my ass. Her fingers crept towards my asshole. I could feel her index finger poking at me from behind.
“I saw this move on the internet,” she said smiling. Her index finger slipped into my asshole. My cock shot down her throat. Her hand gripped my balls tightly. I wanted to cum, but her grip kept me from spurting off.
“Holy shit!” I screamed out. “That’s fucking amazing!” I almost fell over, my legs were shaking that hard.
Nicole pulled her top off, all the while keeping my cock in her mouth. Once she had her shirt off she stroked my cock, squeezing her tits together. Her lips made a loud smacking noise when her mouth pulled off my cock.
“Shoot that load between my tits baby,” she said. My cock glided between her tits, disappearing, then poking up to get tongue lashed, before slipping back down again.
I held myself for as long as I could but the sensation of her mouth and tits finally caused me to cave. A massive stream of cum shot out from my cock. It was so forceful it launched up a foot over Nicole’s head landing in her hair.
“That’s it baby!” she said. “Gimme that load.”
She opened her mouth sucking and licking at my cock as I poked up between her tits. My hands gripped the side of her UTV to keep me from falling over. Nicole let go of her tits, grabbing my cock. Her hand stroked me as her mouth sucked out every drop of cum. She put her hand back on my ass, slipping her finger back into my asshole again. Another load shot out of my cock just as intense as the first.
Nicole moaned and slurped on the head of my cock, stroking it with her other hand. My heart pounded so hard I was gasping for breath in the hot sun. Nicole pulled my cock from her mouth still stroking it with her hand. Her other hand scooped up my cum from her tits. She licked her fingers clean and went back for more, licking my cum off of her tits and smiling the entire time.
Nicole got up, dragging me behind her. She dropped the tail gate and pushed her pants down to her boots. She pulled at her boots but quickly gave up, sitting her ass on the edge of the tailgate. “Suck my pussy,” she told me, knocking my hat off of me, and grabbing the back of my head.
She pushed me down between her legs, stuffing my face into her pussy. My tongue whipped out across her clit. Nicole thrust her hips forward into my mouth. I licked at her pussy while I squeezed her firm ass, looking up at her as she played with her tits and sucking on her nipples.
This time my finger drifted back to her rear entry. Her knees spread a little, giving me better access to her soft pink folds. I stuck my tongue into her pussy as I held her ass firmly in my hands.
“Oh shit!” she cried out. “That’s it Trevor! Eat that pussy good.”
She leaned back kicking her legs up. I could see her everything staring me in the face. Her warm, soft, pink pussy, and her puckered brown hole all there in plain view. Her boots came down on my back pushing me into her spread thighs. I wasted no time getting my mouth back on her pussy, my hands holding her ass cheeks. I teased her clit, flicking my tongue at her ass. Then I tongue fucked her pink hole.
“I saw this on the internet,” I said. I stuck my tongue up her asshole as far as I could. Nicole howled out. Her boots kicked on my back. Her hand held the back of my head.
“Holy fucking shit!” she screamed out. “Fuck my ass with your tongue!”
My tongue buried in her ass my nose pressed into her wet pussy, I held myself there until I felt faint from the lack of air. I pulled back, replacing my tongue with my thumb and returned to licking her pussy. My thumb slipped into her anus as I sucked on her clit. Her hips shifted hard upward as she screamed out.
A flood of juices shot out of her pussy till my face was coated in them. She tasted so sweet I kept licking at her. My cock was again hard as stone. I sucked on her pussy a little longer than came up. Nicole didn’t say a word. She just bent over the tailgate. Once her boots landed on the ground, I slid my cock into her pussy.
Nicole drew in a deep breath as my pelvis hit her ass cheeks. I held her there for a brief moment.
“What the fuck you waiting for?” Nicole asked me. “Are you going to fuck me, or what?”
“Sorry,” was all I could stumble out with, thinking to myself that I’ve never felt a pussy so tight and silky soft in my life. I started slowly, but Nicole wasn’t having that.
“Dammit boy! You’re not going to break me!” she yelled. “Fuck my pussy like the fucking stud I know you are!”
I bared down drilling Nicole’s pussy like it was the last pussy on earth. I slapped her ass and squeezed her tits as we bounced the UTV down the two track. My thumb pressed again on her asshole and I grabbed her by her blonde hair.
“That’s it stud!” she yelled out. “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum!”
Nicole rubbed her clit, moaning out. Soon she was gushing again all over my cock. The squishing sounds of her pussy, along with its feel pushed me over the edge.
“I’m going to cum!” I yelled out to her.
“Cum in that pussy stud!” she yelled back. “Fill my pussy!”
I blew the second largest load of my life, the first being the last one. My knees didn’t shake as much, but my legs were on fire. Mostly from the sun beating down on my bare ass and legs.
I stumbled back still having my jeans around my ankles as well. Nicole turned over on her back with her legs spread and slid her fingers into her pussy. She pulled out a sticky wad of our cum, licking her fingers clean.
“Fuck this tastes so good,” she said. She held her fingers to my lips. I licked the remaining glistening juices from her fingers. She dipped her fingers in again and this time she put them right to my mouth. I tasted my cum, and hers for the first time.
Nicole rolled back pulling her boots off. “Let’s go,” she said, standing there completely naked.
“Go?” I asked looking around.
“Skinny dipping you fool,” she laughed. She quickly turned and started running for the spring, jumping in. I ran in right behind. When I came up she grabbed me. Nicole pulled me into her, her hard nipples poking my chest.
She wrapped her arms around my neck sticking her tongue in my mouth. I held her by her ass cheeks as we cooled off in the spring.
“If you’re not to busy later,” she told me. “I could use some more help later at my place.”
“Sure,” I said. “What do you need?”
“My bed,” she laughed. “It’s been way to quiet.”
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The rest of that week passed normally. I had a slightly uncomfortable interview with the head of Chambers. He'd found about my uninvited visitor and wanted to register his concern but was unsure quite what it was that should concern him. I was taciturn rather than truculent - we never have seen eye to eye. So it came to Friday and I was having a quiet glass of wine in El Vino's on Fleet Street. The old wine bar was once the haunt of the 'fourth estate' but since the newspapers had all...
Repercussions Wednesday morning, about 11 am, and it was already 91 degrees. “Am I ever going to get used to this Florida heat and humidity?” I thought to myself. I grabbed my t-shirt where I had left it beside my garage and started wiping my face and torso. I was about halfway through with cleaning out my garage. I normally would have done that yesterday (Tuesday), but then had been interrupted by Jenny. As I recalled our initial conversation, and the incredible request she had made –...
The doorbell had been four installers from Play it Again Sports. It took a couple hours with them to get the equipment assembled and configured properly. They had a diagram based on the photo and measurements I'd given Billy back at the store. While they were working I went looking for something to offer them in the way of refreshments, but I was out of beer and couldn't find any soft drinks. There were a few more cans of frozen lemonade concentrate in the freezer, but I was out of lemons...
(Author’s note: When reading this story, be aware that when confronted with a very attractive person of the opposite sex, we all respond as we have been conditioned to from our previous experience, or lack of it. The virgin, or a small town women who has only had sex with two men, and who has been with only her husband for the last five years is not in any way as well equipped to parry the carefully crafted seductive efforts of five handsome men to excite her libido so that she becomes sexually...
The XXX Diner was about 30 miles from anywhere, it served as a stop for truckers and others passing through the area. Mike Gretsky a forty year old who’d had opened up the diner after his wife had passed away. As the diner was practically in the middle of nowhere he realised he'd need to way to keep his business from going under. His solution was overly simple... employ attractive young women to work in the diner. A year ago he employed Emily a beautiful redhead in her mid twenties. Emily was...
Hello all, This is the third part of this story. I got overwhelming response from you readers and several mails praising the story. But as they say, desire has no ends, so as a writer I expect to get more and more responses to my story, no matter whether they are appraisal or comment or suggestions or your personal experiences which you want to share with me. I am aware that most of the girls and women in this country have so many fantasies and desires yet they are not allowed to speak about...
IncestShyly you come towards me. Your nightie is red, short, and lacy. A single delicate pearl button between your breasts holds the top closed. Almost sheer, the outline of your nipples creates a shadow darker than your skin; thin straps of red across each shoulder. The shadow of your tummy button is clearly visible. Panties the same colour. My God! This is my gift. My body reacts. I want you. I can feel the shyness in you. You quickly climb into the bed and cover yourself. “No,”...
InterracialIt had seemed so beautifully simple when he and Shae were cuddled together in his old bed in his old home. They'd talked a little more -- not a lot more -- but as he lay there silently holding her, several things became clear, although inextricably mixed together. Shae had not been an issue in his mind until she surprised him with it -- he just hadn't been thinking far enough ahead. But as soon as she articulated it, he had a vision of a future most likely perfectly acceptable to him when...
This is a fiction story, not fantasy and while there is a lot of passion and some very erotic action in later parts and in book two if you are looking for raw action then I am sorry but this isn't the book for you. I must apologise for an admin cock up yesterday, a duplicated Chapter Five of the original appeared in parts 2 and 3, Chapter Eight Revelations and Education We continue to cuddle and snuggle closely together, lying on our sides facing other, looking closely...
I never actually "did" my mom, but got about as close as you could and still not actually fuck her. My mom had a pretty hot body. Average face with that dumb short hair the way she wore it, but nice size tits and still firm for her age, and firm body. She was only 5'5" tall and only weighed like 110 pounds. And she was always kind of a prude. Dressed real conservative and wore those damn full size old lady panties. But remember this was back in the late 70's so thongs and stuff still didn't...
Hi I am Jennifer and I am Catherine's Daughter. As in our previous post Mom became a BBC slut shortly after getting married. I became a BBC cum slut in college. Read our previous stories to catch up. Anyway this is my story about my recent ski trip the North Carolina mountains. Since I have graduated from ASU in Boone NC I have missed my friends and the frat house I used to love to go to for some really great BBC fucking. I told mom that I was going back up to Boone to get in a little skiing...
Janice was the cute girl down the street, a sweet teenager that seemed so very innocent and nice. While I had never met her, I knew who she was because I had met her mother in passing on several occassions. Often, Janet and I would exchange casual waves as we passed each other on our quiet little street of modest houses. Janice had long blonde hair and was a very attractive young lady. She always wore fashionable jeans, a bit on the tight side which showed off her model-like figure. She was...
MatureMandy and Mindy Gibson are identical twin sluts. The first twin was born one minute and twenty-three seconds before the second. Their parents, Carl and Judy Gibson, had pre-determined that the first-born twin would be named Amanda and the second would be called Melinda.Unbeknown to all, a mix up in the maternity ward of Galion Community Hospital, resulted in the firstborn being called Melinda. Growing up, Amanda gloried in being the firstborn. Little did she know, that Melinda was actually the...
Hardcore"Roamer," Rhonda said softly after she'd thrown some switches on the console. "Camera three is located over your left shoulder about thirty feet away. I want you to pan to your left and zoom in on the operator." Rhonda had a finger on the monitor for camera two. The roof was being raised by the crane and we could see the other camera on the far side of it. "Camera one, you are live. Follow the crane and pull back to have the roof in full frame." Another switch thrown. "Camera two,...
Stella Maris scores triple A at the intimate inspection of her bodily beauties. Next her experiences.She starts at teen times. Her father first hero. Next one her blonde ballroom beau. Too shy or gay?She has her first friend, who demands some sex. So she learns to jack him off. Is messy enough!Stella blossoms from first days at Amsterdam University. Same year as Marina. Not yet her friend.Stella Maris falls for the charms of the guy, who leads her dozen during first week's 'Introduction'.She is...
But.. I've only been at work a little while, hearing the changes that always come about with the start of Mistress Thorne's shift, the stopping of chatter, the spankings, the little cries of protest. It's only after a while that I realise she's come to our desk and is standing behind me. "Get up Angel!" It's a command and I rise from my seat and turn to face her, she looks at me with her lip slightly curled, "I've had some very bad reports about you today." "M.. me Mistress Thorne?"...