Chapter 14
Maggie and Debra sat on the front porch, reading the Sunday paper.
The phone rang and Maggie said, "I'll get it. Maybe it's a well-hung stud who wants a fantastic piece of ass."
"In your wildest dreams," Debra quipped. "No offense, darling, but I'd give my eye teeth for a live cock right about now."
"Why do you think I'm hoping it's a live one?"
Debra saw a cloud of dust on the road leading into the ranch from the highway. She shielded her eyes and tried to make out the vehicle, hoping it wasn't Sam and Bobby coming home. She was beginning to enjoy her life without them. All she could see was a pickup, certainly not an uncommon sight in ranch country. She waited on pins and needles until the truck came closer and she saw it contained only one person.
The driver got out and sauntered up to the porch. "Howdy, Debra. Long time, no see."
Debra smiled and said, "Hello, Randy. What brings you out our way?"
"Need some stock, Debra. Thought you might have some spirited horses for sale."
Maggie came back, took one look at the stranger's belt buckle and said, "We don't sell rodeo stock."
"Not looking for rodeo stock, ma'am," Randy replied. "I won the belt buckle in a bull riding contest last year. Entered on a dare. Rodeoing isn't for me. I need working stock."
"Maggie, this is Randy Hudson. Randy, this is my younger sister, Maggie. I heard your folks moved to the city, Randy."
"They did. Jake Steele bought the K-Bar-6 from the bank. Hired me to ramrod it. Said if I bought stock from anyone but you, he'd skin me alive, so here I am."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that Jake got his family ranch back," Debra said. "What have you been doing with yourself lately?"
"Working on a cattle spread up in Montana. Glad to be back home."
Maggie said, "You're kind of young to ramrod a cattle ranch, aren't you?"
"Ability counts more than age." He laughed. "Course it doesn't hurt that I work cheap. At first, anyway."
"Very true," Maggie replied. "I'm sorry I jumped on you. Will you excuse us for a minute? I need to talk to Debra."
"I'll wait right here," Randy replied with a grin. "Jake Steele is bigger and meaner than me."
Maggie and Debra went inside the house. Maggie turned to her sister and grinned.
"You wanted a live cock. There he is. Did you see the bulge in his jeans? He must be hung nearly as well as Jake."
"You can't be serious!" Debra said. "Darling, I used to baby-sit that boy."
Maggie grinned lewdly. "So? Little boys grow up to be men. And it looks like he's done a heap of growing in all the right places."
Debra shook her head. "He can't be more than nineteen, twenty, at the most. I feel like his mother, for God's sake!"
"Darling, he's a grown man. So what if he's twelve years or so younger than you? You aren't exactly a worn-out old hag, you know. And you know how young men his age are. They're randy as hell, the only thing on their mind is pussy and they can fuck all night. He's aptly named, darling. Just think of how his strong young cock will feel in your tight pussy. I'll bet he can give you a ride you won't soon forget."
"Why are you trying so hard to sell me on fucking him? If you want him, take him. You can have him all to yourself if that's what you want. I won't interfere."
"Darling, I would like nothing better than to strap him on and see how long he can fuck, but I've got other plans. That phone call was from Amy. Today is Clay's thirtieth birthday. She wants me to come over and help them celebrate."
Debra lifted one eyebrow. "That's all she said? She isn't having a party for him?"
Maggie giggled. "Well, I think I'm the party. She didn't say so, but I think she's going to spring a big surprise on her husband. Now, you get back out there and lure that handsome young stud into your honey trap. I don't know what time I'll get back, but I'll sleep over at my place so I won't disturb you."
"No, if he's still here when you get back, you march right in and help yourself."
"Yeah, to whatever is left," Maggie quipped. She slapped her sister on the ass. "Go get him, darling. Don't bring him in yet. Give me time to take a shower."
Debra went back outside. She couldn't help herself. Her eyes went to his crotch as if drawn by an irresistible force. She noted the nice bulge, then looked up quickly. "Sorry for the delay," she said. "Maggie has to go into town. Let's go down to the bam." She went down the steps and walked ahead of him. "We've got some good cutting and roping horses in one of the corrals. We're also training some stock for barrel racing and trick riding, in case you run into anyone who might be interested. How many head do you want?"
Randy ogled her tightly stretched shirt as she came down the steps. He walked a couple of paces behind her and stared at the luscious cheeks of her shapely ass as they wiggled and churned in her tight jeans, acutely aware of her sexual aura. He wondered how she looked nude, knew he would never have a chance to find out. Such a beautiful, sophisticated older woman had no interest in him. She used to baby-sit him, for God's sake! Still, he could dream, couldn't he?
Debra stopped and turned around. "I asked you how many head you want," she repeated.
Randy didn't hear her the second time, either. He didn't even realize she had stopped and turned to face him until it was too late. He ran smack into her and instinctively put his arms around her to keep her from falling.
Debra made no move to pull away from him. Being held by a man's strong arms thrilled her. She felt his cock pressing against her belly, and the temperature of her blood went up several degrees.
"I asked you how many head you want?"
"Head?" he blurted, even more rattled by her firm tits trying to bore holes in his chest.
"Horses," she said, laughing softly, deep in her throat. "How many head of horses do you want?" She realized the word 'head' flustered him and deliberately kept using it. "You seem a thousand miles away. A penny for your thoughts."
"They're worth a million dollars, and, if I told you, you'd spank my ass and send me home."
Debra chuckled again. "I might spank your ass, but I might not send you home. Let's look at some horse flesh, then we'll talk about your thoughts. How many head do you want?"
"About a dozen, I guess. Now. More when I hire more hands and we begin stocking the ranch."
"I think I have everything you need." Debra backed out of his arms, took his hand, and led him to the barn.
They spent an hour checking out the stock and noting which horses Randy wanted. His knowledge of horse flesh impressed Debra. He should she?"
She looked at her chest when she felt the cool air on her nipples. She lifted her eyes and smiled timidly. She had an overwhelming feeling she shouldn't have worn such a revealing dress the first time he visited. Then she saw the lust in his eyes and knew she had made the right choice.
"Debra, you would look good in a gunny sack," he said quickly.
"This thing is really nothing but a bunch of holes held together with string," she said, attempting to make light of the brazen way she flaunted her body.
"Yeah, and what's under it is positively breathtaking." He held out a bouquet of wild flowers-Blue Bonnets, Indian Paintbrush, Columbine-a plethora of eye-catching color. "Pretty flowers for a pretty lady," he said shyly.
"Oh, Randy, thank you." The deed both surprised and pleased her. She hadn't expected such savoir-faire from the young man. "They're beautiful."
"They're yours anyway," he laughed. "I picked them from along the fence out front. Thought you might like them."
"Oh, I do. What a thoughtful thing to do."
"Yeah, well, not everyone my age is into grunge and bad manners. Mama taught me to respect women in general, and I've always held you in the highest esteem. You were like the big sister I never had."
"Be careful, Randy, or you'll turn my head," she said, smiling. Was it kinkier for a mother to fuck her son or a sister to fuck her brother? She didn't know if there was any difference. And didn't care. She was going to fuck him in any case. "And here I stand in the door like a dummy. Come on in. Have a seat. I'll just put these in water and be right back."
Debra returned to the living room a few minutes later and put the vase on the coffee table. Randy watched her, his eyes avidly drinking in her beauty, her sexuality. His tight jeans were suddenly much too small to hold his surging cock. He shifted, wishing he could move his cock to a more comfortable position.
When she invited him up to the house for a drink, he wondered why. A handshake would have sealed the deal for the horses. As preposterous as it seemed, seeing her in such a revealing, sexy dress gave him a strong hint at what she might have in mind.
Nevertheless, he would take it slow and easy. He could be misreading her intentions, imbuing her with his own lecherous desire. If he stepped out of line and showed the least disrespect for Jake's good friend, his boss would nail his hide to the barn door without a second thought.
Debra straightened up and smiled brightly. "What can I get you to drink?"
"What are you having?"
"White wine, but I have other things if that isn't manly enough for you," she said lightly, half-teasing, half-serious.
"Do you have any sipping whisky?"
"Maggie drinks Black Jack. Is that okay?"
"Perfect. With a splash of water, no ice."
"Maggie takes it the same way." She went to the small bar and started mixing his drink. "I had forgotten you two didn't know each other. She was several years ahead of you in school, but too young to baby-sit you. Then your folks took you off to the city before you two had a chance to get acquainted."
"She looks a lot like you. It would have been a pleasure to know her."
"You have a quick tongue, young man," Debra teased. She turned to face him and handed him his drink.
His eyes roved up and down her body, then settled on her crotch. "I've always thought you were one of the most beautiful, most alluring women in the world." Before she could respond, he said, "Does Maggie live here with you?" He held up his glass. "She keeps her whisky here, but I saw her go over to the other house before she left."
"You have a quick mind, too. She's in the process of moving over here. Our husbands skipped out a couple of weeks ago. But you don't want to hear about my woes." She clinked her wine glass against his tumbler. "To a successful deal. May our relationship live and prosper."
"Business or personal?"
Debra sat on the sofa across from him and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up, exposing most of her thigh. "Why not both? We are neighbors now, and I hope you like our stock well enough to come back for a lot more."
She saw him staring at her thigh and felt moisture flood her pussy. She hoped it didn't stain the back of her dress. She should have worn panties. She knew she was going to flow like a river. Her thoughts careened disorderly, all over the landscape, picturing his head between her legs, his quick tongue licking, exploring her hot box, his strong young cock filling her to the brim.
Randy stood. "I like everything I see," he said softly. "If I'm out of line, just spank my ass and send me home, but I'd like to see more. A lot more." She frowned and his heart sank into the heels of his boots.
"Young man, a woman doesn't dress like a brazen hussy unless she wants to let a man know she has more on her mind than business." She patted the cushion by her and smiled. "Sit down here." She picked up a penny from the coffee table and gave it to him. "Now, I've paid for them. Tell me your thoughts."
Randy grinned.