"Well, hi there!" Cal said with a grin as he swaggered up to the flashy car which had stopped in front of the ranch house.
The driver and sole occupant was a young woman with bright auburn hair done in a fancy coiffure. She wore dark glasses. Her pink lips glistened.
When Cal reached the side of the car, his gaze dipped into the luscious white cleavage revealed by her low cut blouse.
"Is this the Hinshaw place?" the girl inquired, her voice carefully modulated to achieve a sexy effect.
The small hairs on Cal's neck prickled. "That's right." He kept grinning. "Who'd you want to see?"
She removed her glasses. Her eyes were a limpid aquamarine. "You're not Pete Hinshaw, are you?" Her lips curved invitingly.
"No, I ain't. That's my brother." Cal was visually caressing the lissome lengths of the girl's sleekly stockinged legs. The hem of her miniskirt was almost lap-high.
"Is he around?" the redhead asked.
"Yeah. He's out at the barn, most likely."
"I wonder if you'd be good enough to call him."
"Sure. Uh, who shall I say wants him?"
"My name's Viv Lanier. I'm from Reno."
"Sure. Well, just a minute, Miss Lanier." Cal flashed another smile. "Don't go away now."
She laughed throatily and turned off the car's engine.
Cal hurried to the barn. He found Pete throwing hay down from the mow.
"Where the fuck have you been?" the older brother snapped. "Do you expect me to do every God damned thing around this place?"
"Keep your pants on. There's somebody out here to see you."
"Yeah?"
"A babe!" Cal's eyes glinted. "Man, wait until you get a look at her."
"Who is she?" Pete started down the ladder.
"Her name's Viv Lanier. She said she's from Reno, that's all."
Reaching the ground floor of the barn, Pete faced his brother. "And she asked for me?"
"Yep."
Pete headed out of the barn. Cal started to accompany him.
Pete stopped. "I'm the one she asked for. Knock down some more of that hay, why don't you?"
"Aw, for Christ's sake!" Cal grumbled, but he turned to the task.
As Pete approached the car he saw the reason for Cal's excitement.
"Pete Hinshaw?" the girl asked.
"Yeah." He squinted at her.
"Oh, this is going to be fun!" She smiled enticingly. "I'm a free lance writer, Mr. Hinshaw. Uh, can I call you Pete?"
"Sure." His dark eyes stroked the tops of her thrusting tits.
"Call me Viv… please. I made some inquiries around here and they told me you were the man to see about running a cattle ranch. I mean, I don't want to run one." She laughed softly. "I just want to write about it. I need some background information."
"Well, this place ain't mine. It belongs to my dad."
"But you sort of run it for him, don't you?" Her eyes were very wide and earnest.
"You might say that," Pete responded proudly, permitting himself a slight smile.
"Then you're just the man I want!" His hand was resting on the window ledge of the car, and Viv placed her hand atop it. "Where can we talk?"
Her warm, gentle touch sent a thrill racing through Pete's body. He feared for a moment that his cock might get hard.
"Well, uh, wherever you like, Miss… I mean, Viv. Uh, in the house?"
"You were working out in the barn just now, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Then let's go there. I want to see what you were doing, and you can explain it to me. All right?"
"Well, sure… if you want me to."
He backed up, and Viv opened the car door. He watched her swing her legs around, catching a quick flash of her white panty crotch before she pressed her legs together and stood.
Viv remained close beside him as they walked to the barn. He was very conscious of her warmth. It seemed amazing that she had suddenly appeared from nowhere, asking for him. Her explanation was improbable, but Pete wasn't about to question it. She was there, and he wished to enjoy her presence.
"What a beautiful big barn!" Viv said. "What all do you keep in it?"
"Hay and special feeds… and other stuff. We keep the horses in a stable that connects to it."
"Why do you call the place Stallion Ranch?" Viv smiled up at him as they walked along.
"That was the name when my father took over. There used to be a lot of wild horses around here. The people who homesteaded this place made a living catching and breaking them."
"How interesting!"
"We still pick up a wild bronc every once in a while. My kid brother was trying to break one yesterday. He got throwed and busted his hip."
Viv seemed concerned. "Oh, is he all right?"
"He will be. He's flat on his back right now."
They had reached the door of the barn, and Pete stepped aside to let Viv enter first. He watched her cute buttocks undulate in her short, clinging skirt.
From the mow, Cal saw them enter. Curious, he put his pitchfork aside and descended the ladder.
"Well, there ain't nothing much to see in here," Pete said quickly. "Why don't we go into the stable?"
Viv glanced from Pete to Cal, who was approaching with a big grin on his face.
"Better keep knocking down that hay," Pete said.
"Aw, there's enough down here now," Cal replied. "What can we do for you, Miss Lanier?"
"I explained to Pete that I'm a writer looking for some background information about cattle ranching."
"This here's my kid brother Cal," Pete said reluctantly.
"Yes, I met Cal a little while ago." The redhead smiled at him warmly. "Call me Viv."
Cal took her arm. "Well, I'd be glad to show you around the place, Viv. Pete's going to be pretty busy."
"No, I ain't!" the older brother flared.
"Remember you was telling me you'd have to check the stock vaccination records? The vet's coming out in the morning, and you're the only one who can read your chicken scratches on them cards." Cal grinned mischievously. "Anyhow, Millie's apt to get jealous if she sees you with another gal."
"Who's Millie?" Viv asked.
"Nobody!" Pete snapped. His expression turned vicious. "She ain't nobody. Butt out, Cal!"
"I don't want to cause any problems, Pete," the redhead said. "I imagine Cal can show me what I want to see."
The husky young man tossed Pete a triumphant look as Viv let him lead her away. Pete glared.
"I didn't realize Pete had a girl friend living here at the ranch," Viv said to Cal when they were out of his brother's hearing.
Her concern about competition struck Cal as peculiar. He had mentioned Millie only to embarrass Pete. But since it seemed to matter to Viv, the younger man decided to use Millie to maximum advantage.
"Yeah, Pete's pretty sweet on Millie," he replied.
"You probably have almost as much to say about running the ranch as he does, don't you? I mean, even though he's older?"
"Oh, sure. I can tell you everything you need to know. I can show you a few things, too." Grinning suggestively, he gave Viv's arm a squeeze.
"That sounds interesting," she purred, letting her hip brush against him.
This is my lucky day! Cal thought. Pete can have cold-pants Millie. I'm going to get me something even better!
"Wow!" Viv murmured enthusiastically as her hand boldly stroked the front of Cal's snug jeans.
They had just toured the stable and walked around to the far side of it where there was a pile of clean straw. The location was secluded – out of sight from the house and from the work area at the other side of the barn. Viv had suggested that they sit down in order to "talk more comfortably". Relaxing in the soft straw, the exciting young woman had purposely leaned against Cal. Not one to let such an opportunity slip by, Cal had embraced and kissed her. His cock had hardened, and she had felt it pressing against her thigh.
With her soft, delicate hand stroking his eager member through his pants, Cal was fired into action. He pressed the beautiful redhead onto her back in the straw and began running his hands over her body.
She writhed pleasurably, making no effort to restrain him. "Mmmm, you're so big and strong!"
Again Viv touched the front of Cal's pants, this time even more boldly. She clutched the turgid column of his penis which was straining against the coarse fabric.
Emitting a voluptuous groan, the young man pressed his fleshy face to the softly quivering tops of her titties. He licked and sucked at the pliant, perfumed flesh as his rough hand skidded up the outside of Viv's thigh. Her skirt easily slid above her hips, and Cal palmed the resilient mounds of her bottom, sheathed in white, silken briefs. Her stockings, which had self-supporting tops, ended just below her buttocks.
"Cal! Oh, you're such a tiger! You're making me so hot!"
Viv clawed at the fasteners on his jeans. A new surge of pleasure went through the young cowboy as she reached into his fly and caressed his bloated organ through the fabric of his jockey shorts. Finally Viv's fingers threaded through the shorts' fly and grasped his naked prick. She pulled out the virile tool.
Cal raised his head from her breasts and stared at the stimulating sight of Viv's hand wrapped around his cock, clutching it just below the bulging head. She was smiling, as if she had never before gotten hold of anything so good.
Cal pulled up her stretchy blouse, bunching it at her armpits. Her pale, quivering breasts were cupped in a flimsy bra which didn't have to be unfastened. It was only necessary for Cal to stretch it and pull it up, as he had done with the blouse. Her pink-nippled titties bobbed naked before his lustful eyes.
While Viv caressed his upthrust prick, playing it like a piccolo, Cal eagerly grasped her tits. He squeezed the smooth, pliant mounds, forcing her nipples high in the circles formed by his forefingers and thumbs. He bent and swabbed his wet tongue across the little knots of erectile flesh.
"God, we mustn't do this!" Viv exclaimed, but she still did nothing to stop him. Rather she gripped his cock hard, daring him to try to take it away.
Cal didn't think about the possibility that Pete might come looking for them. Had he thought of it, he wouldn't have cared. His only wish was to enjoy the sexy creature that lay beside him in the straw, and he didn't want that enjoyment to stop until he had entered her to his balls and worked himself to a frenzy.
After pulling long, delicious sucks at her titties, he twisted to look at her lower region. Viv's white panties were stretched to near transparency over the slight curve of her belly and the abrupt little rise of her pubic mound. Curling auburn hairs showed through the sheer undergarment above the seam of its crotchband. Narrow strips of golden thigh gleamed between her stocking tops and the elasticized edges of her light briefs.
Cal bent and kissed Viv's belly button, licking into the sworled depression. She shivered responsively and tousled his thick yellow hair.
The blood was pounding in his veins, and his brain swam with excitement. He nuzzled the front of Viv's silken pants, breathing in the clean, sweet scent of her. His thick hand stroked her stockinged legs. Viv lifted her knees and widened her thighs to let his hand slide down onto the warm, smooth skin of her upper thigh.
Cal's blood-engorged prick quivered with excitement. Pre-coital fluid was oozing out the hole at its tip. His balls, contracted at the base of his shaft, were churning with a need which had accumulated for nearly a week – ever since his last visit to the cat house in town.
He stroked the narrow strip of white nylon that passed between Viv's legs, pressing her warm, plushy softness through the sleek fabric.
"Hurry!" she said. "If you're going to do it, please hurry."
Cal needed no further encouragement. He quickly pulled down Viv's panties, lifting her slender legs into the air to take the dainty undergarment off her feet. She spread her stocking-clad thighs wide apart, and the impassioned cowboy gazed with delight at the luscious display of ass and pussy nestled in the soft straw.
The silken, wispy hairs that tufted Viv's mound and bordered her enticing slit were as delicately red as the hair on her head. The inner lips of her pussy, exposed by the separation of her outer labia, were lusciously pink. The smooth, meaty folds gleamed with sexual moisture.
Cal pressed his hand against her naked cunt and thrilled to its warm, dewy softness. His middle finger wiggled into her split, gliding on an oily film as it penetrated the mouth of her vagina.
"I want your cock!" Viv exclaimed, pulling at the rampant organ. "I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself. Screw me, screw me, Cal! Come on – stick it in me!"
"You're wonderful!" he whispered. "Man, how'd I get so lucky?"
Viv smiled up at him, but her eyes were tense with sexual urgency. Her glistening lips were parted to facilitate her heavy breathing.
Cal knelt beside the luscious girl and pushed down his underwear and jeans, his stiff prick pulling in through the fly of his briefs, then bouncing out above the waistband of the retreating garment. The edges of his blue work shirt framed his sexual potency.
He lost no time in scrambling atop Viv. She eagerly extended her arms around him and raised her legs. Gripping his cock, he worked the end of it into her slit. Pushing, he experienced a magnificent sensation as his rock-hard cock glided smoothly up Viv's honeyed cunt. Her channel gripped him snugly and warmly. She smiled up, her eyes alight with passion. Her legs hooked around the backs of his thighs.
"Baby!" Cal exclaimed. He began to fuck her fiercely.
His shirttail flapped against his hairy, bobbing butt. He lowered his chest against her titties, and the rough shirt fabric scratched Viv's nipples. But if this gave her discomfort, she showed no sign of it. She moaned pleasurably and gripped the hunching cowboy with her arms and legs as his bulb-headed dong pumped up and down in her tight, silken channel.
Neither Viv, who was looking straight up, nor Cal, whose face was buried in her sweet neck, saw a slender male figure round the corner of the stable and stop, facing them. Pete stared at the erotic spectacle in the straw and hated Cal for having cut him out with the obviously hot-assed redhead.
First Danny got himself a cute little bride, then Cal caught the only good-looking piece of tail that had ever wandered onto the ranch – and he, Pete, was left with nothing. He figured it wasn't right.
For Cal the moment was right indeed. His eager prick plunged time and again into the warm, slippery depths of Viv's pussy. He felt her voluptuous sheath grind gently and bump up to meet him. Viv let out little murmurs of delight as she clutched his back with her sharp nails and skidded her stocking-clad legs against his flexing thighs.
When Cal reached the short strokes, her heels flailed his buttocks, and she panted, "Uuh… uuh… ooh, wow… Fuck me… Fuck me… Ooooh!"
Viv's clutching vagina contracted spastically around Cal's thrusting cock, and his overtaxed balls shot out their spurts of thick, warm cream. He groaned with bliss as his pecker jerked in Viv's hot clutches and his semen foamed in her belly.
Pete turned, quivering with frustration, his aroused prick forming a hump in the front of his pants. Retreating around the, corner of the stable, he made a silent vow to get what he needed from Millie that very night. It would serve Danny right, he rationalized. The kid couldn't take care of a hot young cunt like Millie, anyway. And as for her, if she hadn't told anybody what had happened last night, she wasn't going to tell at all.
She would be his for the taking, Pete believed. He only had to make the move and let her know he meant business.
Tonight was the night.