"How was the riding today, kids?" Loretta asked her children.
She was lying in the sun on a deck chair on the patio outside the main house, sipping a gin and tonic. The man, Tex, who owned the ranch, stood at her side.
"Great Mom!" Tanya ran by to go into the house and take a shower.
"Yeah, it was just great!" Jason too seemed to be in a hurry to get inside.
Tex smiled at Mrs. Reynolds after her children had disappeared.
"Your children seemed to have enjoyed their first day on horses."
"Mmmmmm-mmmm," she smiled. She looked up at him ironically.
He sat down on a chaise lounge near her and stroked the little blue veins in her hands. He said, "I'm going in to see that everything is ready for dinner. See you later?" He didn't smile. He rarely smiled.
His sun-burnt face looked like it would have cracked if he really tried to smile.
But the corners of his mouth just turned up ever so slightly.
"Umm-hmmmm," she said and she tickled the palm of his hand.
He left the pretty woman lying in the sun. She closed her eyes and began dreaming.
She recalled the strange, incredible, unexpected events of the day.
She'd gotten up late, after the kids already left.
There was a pool outside the house and she planned to spend the day lying beside it, doing absolutely nothing. But soaking up the sunshine.
But when she came out in her black bikini, which showed off her firm, ample figure she found Tex had other plans for her. He looked her up and down once.
She could tell the unmistakable signs of appreciation of her shapely figure.
He licked his dry lips. He was wearing his pressed jeans and black shirt (it seemed he always wore a black, cowboy style shirt) and his Stetson. And his pointed cowboy boots.
He was holding a thick lasso.
"What are your plans for today, Mrs. Reynolds?" he asked.
But before she had time to answer her he told her, "I'd like to give you a tour of the ranch. It's a pretty place, and I think you'll enjoy it."
He didn't give her a choice. "Well, of course, Mr. Babcock."
She hurried into a pair of sandals and slipped a long, sheer loose gown over her bikini. She slipped on her sunglasses, and followed him.
They walked all over the huge sprawling estate. They walked until Loretta's feet were quite sore. She was only wearing a thin pair of leather sandals.
He told her to call him Tex, and she said he could call her Loretta.
"Er, Tex, I can't walk anymore. I'm not used to this kind of exercise."
She was trying to keep up with him as he climbed some rocks.
He laughed at her and pulled her up by the hand.
"City women!" he said contemptuously and he spat on the ground.
But still he continued to hold her hand and he stood behind her and pressed his body against hers. She was astonished, but she found she didn't even mind him taking this kind of liberty. She even rather liked it.
She had been faithful to her husband all the time of their marriage. But now she found herself strangely turned on by this taciturn, craggy-faced cowboy. She even let him put his hands on her breasts and squeeze them.
"My, you sure do take liberties with a lady, Mr. Babcock," she said, imitating a Western drawl. She stared at him over the scene of green rolling hills.
He slapped her ass and started walking again.
She had to run to keep up. She was a hot steaming mess when they got back to the ranch buildings. Although he had touched her and spoken to her familiarly, he had not made any move to try and take her while they were out in the lonely woods.
She was hot and perspiring from the heat and from the constant touching. But she didn't know what this forward man was after.
He was starting to seem not so charming, and rather irritating.
"I think I've had enough for the day," she said stopping in front of the stables.
"But you haven't seen the stables, yet," he said with his slight smile.
"Some other time," she said haughtily, walking away.
"I said, but you haven't seen the stables yet, lady," he said and he grabbed her and picked her up and carried her into the horsy-smelling stalls.
She was kicking her legs and screaming, "Put me down!"
He just slapped her ass and carried her inside.
When he put her down inside the dark cool stable, she had to blink for several minutes before she could see. Then she got accustomed to the light.
She was aware of several large, breathing horses around her.
"Yes, well it's very nice in here. And now I think I'll just…"
"Stop!" his voice rang out in the darkness.
There was something authoritative about his voice that made her obey.
"Yes?" she said, waiting tentatively to see what he wanted.
"Did I tell you, you could leave?" He seemed even taller in the darkness.
"Well," she laughed. "I don't have to do everything you say."
She laughed uneasily. He was approaching. She heard a horse in a stall stamp its hooves. She moved away. She saw that he was carrying a whip in his hands.
He moved past her. "Have you ever seen a horse really close up, Mrs. Reynolds?"
"No," she said reaching down to massage her sore feet.
He opened one of the stalls. "Come here and look at this beauty."
She hobbled over. Standing there was one of the most beautiful beasts she had ever seen in her life. Pure black, with a shining coat, the stallion glared at her.
"Up boy," Tex snapped his whip once in the air.
The powerful beast whinnied and reared up in the air.
"One of the finest animals on the East Coast, Mrs. Reynolds," he said preferring to call her by her married name and remain formal.
"Yes," she murmured appreciatively, "he's quite a specimen."
She had come up beside him now. She wanted to put her arm around his waist.
But he seemed to have forgotten her. He was very tall.
He turned around slowly and slid his hands down into her gown.
Her nipples rose in the palms of his hands. Again, she didn't know why she was letting this stranger do this to her. Except that he fascinated her.
He said, "Have you ever thought about doing it with a horse, Mrs. Reynolds."
"What?" she said, perfectly horrified. "Why no! Of course not!"
He said, "Never thought about the brute force embodied in the penis of one of these great stallions. Never thought of what it would be like to feel that animal force inside your frail human body?" He was shoving his groin up against her.
She could feel how his cock was getting hard.
"N-no," she said nervously. He was squeezing her breasts too hard now.
"Ow!" she said, "you're hurting me!"
But he paid no notice. By twisting her breasts he was forcing her down to her knees. She knelt in the dirt of the stable, between the black beast and the strange man.
He wrapped his legs around her thighs and was busy unzipping his fly now.
"Look at him," he whispered. He was talking about the horse.
She stared into the darkness. She saw something gleaming red under the horse's belly. She stared again. Was it what she thought? Yes.
"Come closer this way." He dragged her to the side.
He had his own dick out now, in his hand and he was rubbing it in between her two bulging tits as they popped out of her bikini top.
"Look how big he is, Mrs. Reynolds. Think how big the mare would have to be to take him. Many a mare has run from this horse in fright."
She was glancing down now at the big penis between her tits and then up again at the huge, gleaming red horse cock that was powering out of the horse's hairy penis sheath. Her breath was coming in pants and she forgot where she was.
He took his whip and snapped it sharply behind her.
"Put it in your mouth, Mrs. Reynolds," he said.
He wasn't even looking at her. He was staring at the underbelly of the horse.
She was frightened. She thought she was with a madman. Her only thought was to do exactly as he said. But also, her blood was oddly excited. It was racing.
She put the big cock in her mouth and began sucking on it.
"Imagine you're sucking on the dick of the horse, Mrs. Reynolds," the man whispered coarsely into the darkness. He kept flicking his whip in the air.
The horse reared up on his hind legs and whinnied. And his big hard red cock hypnotized their eyes.
"Think how big it is, you couldn't possibly get it all in your mouth! But you! Somehow you do! You're holding the penis of a wild beast in your mouth, Mrs. Reynolds! And you feel all the brute raw strength of the animal in his tool, which you suck!" He shoved his hard cock down her open throat. Loretta sucked on it gratefully. The man's talk was turning her on.
He went on. "And you reach up to touch the beast's big balls!"
He snapped his whip, letting it scrape against her buttocks.
Her hands went up to his basket and she began squeezing his balls.
"You feel the full power of this wild animal above you. And you know at any moment he could rebel, and stamp you to death with one kick of his hoof!"
He grabbed her head and shoved it against his meat.
She gulped, and her throat contracted and he shot his wad off down her mouth.
She sucked it all down, thinking this was the strangest sexual experience she had had yet. But now her pussy was pounding. What was he going to do for her?
He picked her up in his arms and carried her back into his ranch house.
He laid her down on his bed and he spread her legs.
Then, with the smell of the horses and the stables still on his hands, he gave her his second hard-on of the day, and he stuck it up her cunt.
Loretta, still lazing on the patio as the air got cooler, smiled and squeezed her thighs together at the recollection of that fuck.
Just then she heard Tanya calling to her from the room.
"Mom! It's Burton. He's on the phone! Come inside!"
Loretta went inside. She sat down on the bed and Tanya handed her the phone.
"Hello, darling. How are you?" she said to her husband.
"Fine. Look, I have good news. I think I can get away earlier than I expected. It's just so damn lonely around here without you guys. And I figure why should you be having all the fun while I'm sitting at home sweltering in the city."
Loretta smiled, bemused. If he only knew how much fun she had been having.
"That's good, dear," she said to him. "When are you coming."
"I'll be up tomorrow." Then they kissed and said goodbye.
The truth of the matter was that Burton, expecting to get a lot of Ramona while his family was away, had been sorely disappointed.
Ramona's mother had answered the phone the first time he called her. She didn't recognize his voice, but she was suspicious.
"Who are you. I heard some older man's been hanging out with my Ramona and I'm here to tell you that I don't like it! Not one bit!"
Burton thought of hanging up. But he listened.
"So you stay away from here, you hear me! My Ramona's not some kind of little tart that she can go around with married men who aren't going to give her nothing!"
And then Ramona's mother had hung up. What had happened was, Ramona had mentioned to her mother that she had a real mature boyfriend. And then little by little, Mrs. Flapper had wormed the details out of her daughter. The fact that he was thirty-five and married.
"He's too old for you, and what you want to be going around with married men for anyways!" Monica Flapper slapped her daughter's face.
"Well, you go around with them all the time. Maybe I learned to do it at home!"
Ramona merited another slap for this disrespectful remark. And she was grounded at home until further notice.
"I suppose you're already giving them some of what they're looking for too!" her mother screamed at her unreasonably. "That's all they want men – just one thing! Don't be stupid girl! Don't be like your mother!"
But Burton didn't know about this whole scene.
All he knew was that his one main reason for staying at home had been swept out from under his feet. So he arranged to take a few days off from work.