4 comments/ 23329 views/ 1 favorites Tess: New Ranch Foreman By: caprine [This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] ************ The day was hot and the ride in the stagecoach was bumpy, very bumpy. The trip was also quite dusty, not to mention extremely hot. I'd been out east for the last four years to a female finishing school in Virginia. I was on my way home at last. Father, Jed Barstow, had sent me there from our Texas ranch one month after mother died. She died on a cold winter day on January 20, 1874, my sixteenth birthday. It had been a very long four years in that cloistered school. By the way, my name is Theresa Barstow. But I prefer the nickname of Tess. Definitely not Terry, Reese, or Ressa. I was nearly numb from the horribly uncomfortable and very long ride from the last train station that was the closest to the ranch I could get. To say I was irritable, even bitchy, was an understatement. I was daydreaming about my homecoming with Father when I heard someone up top shout, "Indians!" The driver whipped the teams into a full gallop. My three fellow passengers looked dismayed. The ugly little whiskey drummer was literally quaking in his boots. The gambler who'd been manipulating a deck of cards most of the time he had been riding, drew a Colt pistol and seemed calm enough. It was the cowboy sitting beside me that was the calmest of all. He simple picked up his Winchester rifle from the floor and leaned it out the window on his side. "Get down, Miss Tess, there'll be bullets and arrows flying in a minute," was the cowboy's quick comment to me before he leaned out. When he had boarded six hours earlier, the cowboy had introduced himself as Dell. The whiskey drummer's name was Sid. The gambler called himself Mississippi Tom. Shots rang out up top. "That'd be the guard and his rifle," said Dell. Then Del's rifle barked. "Got that'n." Shots continued from up above. Del's rifle fired frequently now also. "They're gettin' a might close," muttered Dell. One Indian had caught up alongside the coach on my side, opposite Del and fired an arrow through the window. The arrow missed the drummer and lodged in the throat of the gambler. Without thinking, I reached down and picked up his dropped Colt and in one, swift, spontaneous reaction, whirled it around and snapped off a shot. The Indian's head exploded in a crimson cloud. I calmly drew a bead on a second Indian and dropped him from his horse. And then a third. I was astonished, but calm. As a frontier ranch resident before goin to school out east, I had a very good teacher in weapons and their use in the ranch foreman. From that time I also knew I had an innate ability to handle them well. This was not my first time to use a weapon in my defense, but I apparently hadn't lost the ability. The whooping and yelling died out completely and the driver slowed the horses to a trot. We surviving passengers let out our breath and began to breathe again. We took stock of our condition and found the gambler a bloody mess and quite dead. The rest of us were shaken, but unhurt. Dell said, "Whoever was shoot'n on that side must have done some good. Adding in my gun and those up top, we drove 'em off." The whiskey drummer managed to say, "The missy here was doin' the shoot'n on this side. She got three of 'em." "Three?" queried Dell. "Yep," replied the drummer, "Exploded the head of one of 'em just like a watermelon." "I didn't know you could shoot, Miss Tess." I just blushed and looked down. Outwardly, I appeared calm, but I was shaking inside something fierce. Meanwhile, the driver had brought the stage to a halt to let the horses blow and to check on his passengers. The driver climbed down and opened the door. "I'm sorry for the gent there that got kilt, but it looks like we got 'nuff fire power together to make it too dear for 'em to finish the job," "Likely,' Dell added. "We should be alright for now," the driver continued, "Waco, our next stop, is only a couple of hours away. You two gents hep me get the body to the boot in back for the rest of the ride." Sid and Dell complied and then climbed back in. The driver got back up top. With a loud crack of his whip, he got the team underway again. The drummer began sampling his stock and quickly passed out. I'd been sittin' beside Dell from the start of the trip as I had no wish to be squished between the detestable tipsy drummer and the snakelike gambler. Dell and I resumed our forward facing seat together across from the rear facing seat of the drummer. We slowly resumed our conversation that had been on and off from the start of the trip. I'd already told him a short version of my story and that I was very anxious to see my father again after four years. "Growing up on the ranch, is that where you learned to shoot so well?" "Yes." "Amazing. Unbelievable, actually. But just the same, you did it." "So what's your story, Dell? In the past six hours, you've told me little about yourself." "Me? I'm just a cowboy, heading for a Waco area ranch and a new job punch'n cows. My old boss said a friend of his needed help and he'd recommended me for the job." "So what ranch are you goin' to be riding for now, Dell?" "A ranch called the Bar BQ." "What? The Bar BQ? That's Father's ranch! That's where I'm going too." "Will wonders never cease," replied Dell. My right hand grabbed Dell's left hand and squeezed--rather hard. I didn't let go after squeezing him. "Will wonders never cease," repeated Dell. "I hope you don't think me too forward, but I like you and was so afraid the end of this ride would be the last I'd see of you. And I do want to keep seeing more of you. At least if you don't think me too forward, I do." "Is that what they teach you in those fancy schools out east, to chase after men?" "Oh no, quite the opposite in fact. And that's the whole trouble. We girls have been so corralled and held down in the school for four years, we were all about to explode. Our natural feelings had to be kept bottle up or we were harshly punished. A few were kicked out of school." "Didn't you have dances and other gatherings with boys?" "Yes, that was part of the etiquette training, but we only had boys over for dances twice a year, Christmas and the fourth of July. And those were chaperoned so tightly, no one had a chance to misbehave. But there were chances and most of the girls, me included, took a lot of chances to get a hold of what we coveted, man flesh. We managed." "You mean you fucked?" "No, not fucking. We couldn't chance that. But we girls sure shucked and sucked on a few cocks those four years. We got some pussy lickin' once in a while as well." "Interesting, Tess." "We girls, at least while under supervision, were only allowed a chaste kiss on the cheek at the end of the evening as the boys were taken out and home by their chaperones. We needed more." "You mean like this?" asked Dell as he leaned down and placed his lips on mine. He pressed the kiss home--harder and harder, longer and longer, 'til I had to push back and really gasp for air. "Yes, like that," I managed to gasp. Then I threw my arms around him and kissed him back. The whiskey drummer was still passed out and unknowing. My right hand dropped from Del's neck to his crotch. I found a very hard and long sausage sticking up toward his belt. Dell dropped one hand to my breasts and massaged them over the top of my dress. Electric sparks were tingling all through my body. This is what I'd been missing for four years--a real man. I broke the kiss and sat up. "This is far too awkward in this rocking coach. But I want to see much more of you when we get to the ranch, if I haven't scared you off already. I was taught all the etiquette rules of our society and--I adhere to them fairly well, at least in public when other people are around." "And this public demonstration was a sample of that following of the rules?" "First off, it's not public, at least while the drummer is still passed out, it isn't. Second, in private, I have desires and wishes that are quite unconventional and I won't be denied them. Think you can handle that, Dell?" "Oh, recon so, Miss Tess, recon so." "I think we can drop the 'Miss,' Dell." "Sure, Tess." The last hour of the ride was spent in chaste posture and near silence as the drummer came around and mumbled in his chops about his sad state of affairs. It was a long hour in the hot afternoon. The coach finally squealed to a stop in front of the stage office with trace chains jangling and the horses blowing. As we dismounted the coach, the town hall clock tolled the hour with four loud peels of the bell. It quickly became apparent that no one from the ranch was waiting to pick me up. "Well, it's a three hour ride to the ranch from here and I need something to eat before starting out on that kind of a trip. In fact, If you'd care to escort me to the hotel, Dell, I want to get a room for the night and start out fresh in the cool of the morning. I can freshen up and then you can take me to supper." "I think I can arrange that, Tess." "I'll pay for connecting rooms." "No need for that, Tess, I can pay for my room." "No, I'll pay. You're on your way to seek a ranch job and you're therefore my guest tonight. You may escort me to supper, but, again, I'll pay the tab." The desk clerk looked askance at us, but he toadied right up when I announced to him that I was Tess Barstow, of the Bar BQ ranch. I told him to put the two rooms on the ranch tab. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and some question on his face. But he said nothing. "Please send someone to the stage office to collect my four large trunks. I have what I need for now in my carpet bag." "Yes, Ma'am, right away Ma'am." Dell and I walked up the stairs to our second floor rooms. When we got to the rooms, Dell used my key and opened my door. We stepped inside and he set my carpet bag down. I walked into his arms and gave him a passionate kiss. "I need to shake out some of the dust and freshen up a bit. But I'm certainly looking forward to a bath when we get back. I'll expect you to help me." "Sounds like fun to me, Tess." "Now you skit to your room and pick me up in half an hour. Shoosh now, git." I patted his butt on his way out. Convention required far too many clothes for a woman. Especially when she needed to pee really bad. It took me much of my half hour just to get enough clothing loose and out of the way so I could squat over the chamber pot. But, I was ready when the knock on my door came. When we got back down to the lobby, I walked to the desk. The same dunderhead was there. "We're going to supper. I'll want a hot bath when I return in an hour or two. Please see that there is a tub full of hot water and extra buckets of water with which to rinse." "Yes Ma'am, I'll see to it right away." Dell and I walked to a likely looking restaurant and found a table. It was a pretty nice place. "I'm starved, Dell. I just couldn't get down much of that greasy stuff they called food at any of those relay stations where we stopped on that accursed ride today." "I got some down, Tess, but I'm surely in the mood for some decent food right now myself." We both ordered buffalo steaks, eggs, mashed potatoes, spring peas, sliced peaches, and coffee. Fresh baked apple pie with ice cream would follow in due course as desert. Each dinner cost seventy-five cents plus a nickel each for all the coffee we could drink. We both sat decorously and minded our public manners strictly according to Hoyle. We talked about what the ranch was like and what Dell's expectations were. We enjoyed a leisurely, divine supper. Dell threw down two dimes as the tip as we rose to leave. I told the cashier to put the supper on the ranch tab. "I also want a large picnic lunch for two packed for pick up right after we have breakfast in the morning. You can also place breakfast the the picnic lunch on the ranch tab." "Yes, Ma'am, it'll all be ready by seven." "Thank you." The lady looked at me with the same raised eyebrow and questioning look as the desk clerk, but again, said nothing. This time I registered the look and wondered what that was all about. With my arm linked in his, Dell escorted me back to the hotel and our rooms. In the second floor hallway, I had all but grabbed Del for a tight embrace. Before I could, an older couple exited a room right next to us and started down the stairs. "Get me to my room, now, Dell. I've waited long enough for you. Then you go to your room and I'll open the connecting door." I saw that my tub and water was all waiting and steaming for me. I quickly unlocked and opened the connecting door and literally yanked Dell into my room. He was a strapping six foot six to my five foot eleven, but I did the job. Of course, he didn't resist. I kissed him hard and then said, "Now undress me." Del helped me shrug out of my velvet jacket first. Next came the blouse. That left the top of my short chemise with my unbound boobs floating loose behind it. My boobs weren't large, but then they were by no means small, either. I leaned on Dell as he helped me to step out of my skirt and several crinolines. Then he untied and dropped my hated bustle. Boy, were things about my dress going to change when I got to the ranch. Hang those damned Eastern fashions. I was going to dress Western and ride astride. Damned sight fewer clothes to wear. My chemise went next, freeing my swaying boobs and nearly mesmerizing Dell. Poor man, he ain't seen nothin' yet. That left just my pantaloons. My stockings and high button shoes had followed my skirt already. I was sure going to enjoy riding boots and short socks. "It's about time we got you caught up with me, Dell. I unbuttoned his double breasted maroon shirt and helped him out of it. That exposed the top of his red union suit. I bent over his left leg, my butt to him and tugged off his boot with a boost in the butt from his other foot. Off came the sock and then a repeat for the other foot. I turned around and unbuckled his belt. The buttons of the fly of his jeans was more difficult because I kept diverting my attention by rubbing the length of the bulge I found there. Eventually, I got him unbuttoned and slid his jeans down so he could step out of them. Now for that union suit. I slowly unbuttoned the top and helped him slide his arms out of the long sleeves, exposing his hairy chest. I liked what I saw. I liked even more what I saw when I pulled the suit the rest of the way down over his ass and down his legs to the floor. Dell's big cock jumped free and stood proudly at attention, pointing directly at me and oozing from it's little eye. I had gotten my hands on only one cock before. A quick grope at a school dance back in Virginia, three years ago. So far as I could remember, Dell's outdid that other one in heaps. God, I couldn't take my eyes off Dell's cock. It was big; it pulsed with energy and anticipation. It bulged with heavily filled blood vessels that looked as if they might burst. When I grabbed that man stick, it felt both hard and soft at the same time--and hot. Damn, it positively glowed with heat. "Not so fast there, young lady, you're still overdressed my dear." Dell, bent and yanked my pantaloons down, ripping them in the process. Then he just stared at my pussy while I grabbed his cock again and held on. "My goodness, Tess, what a delightful looking pussy you have there. I'd surely 'preciate a taste of that fine dew I see there." Dell scooped me up and carried me to the bed. He flung me down on my back and I bounced once before he was on top of me, his cock in my face and his face in my pussy. Damn, did he ever give me a licking--a tongue licking that is. 'Course, I was doin' a mite of lickin' of my own. That was a right large lollipop Dell stuck in front of my face when he climbed aboard. Real tasty it was, too. 'Course, I did a bit more than just lick it. When Dell had worked on my pussy long enough, I got to nearly buckin' him off with my hips gyratin' the way they did. He turned around right quick and spread my legs wide. That long lollipop cock of his found the target lickity split and he slid it home through all my juice with ease. From that point on, it was just the squishing slap of skin on skin as Dell pumped, that, and our mutual groans and grunts. My maidenhead had gone with the first plunge of Dell's cock. "Oh my GOd, Dell, you just don't know how badly I've needed this or for how long. I just thought I knew what I'd been missing. Jeeze, fuck me harder, Dell, harder." My orgasm, when it came, was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Fingering myself had never been like that. I was in pleasure heaven. Dell's climax quickly followed mine. He dumped a real load of cum into me. I tried not to think about getting pregnant. When we got enough of each other for the time being, I said, "Let's get our baths before that water gets completely cold. I'll go first and you can do my back and whatever and then we'll switch." "Yup," drawled Dell. The water was down from hot to barely tepid as I stepped into the tub, flashing pussy at Dell as I did. His scrubbing of me was very thorough, all the nooks and crannies, and I mean all. I finally stood and Del dumped two of the four extra buckets on me to rinse me off. Then we switched places. I flashed a lot of pink pussy again, getting out of the tub. Dell's cock was rigidly erect. I don't think it went down at all since we started fucking. I found all his nooks and crannies as well. The wash water was getting quite cool by the time he got in. The rinse water was downright cold. We dried each other off, renewing our acquaintance with all those nooks and crannies again. Dell's cock was still standing at full attention. "Doesn't that thing ever go down, Dell?" "Not with your pretty naked body in front of me it doesn't." "Well, let's get these naked bodies under the sheets of my bed. We have an early day tomorrow." ************ The morning sun came up bright and clear in glorious, golden color. It came up way too early for me this time. Dell was laying wide awake, staring at my exposed and naked body while I had been sleeping. His cock was standing at full, rigid attention too. "God, Dell, doesn't that thing ever go down?" "Same answer as last time, Tess." "Well, we've got to get dressed. There's a long day ahead of us. After you're dressed, get down to the stable and rent a team and a buckboard. I can't take my luggage on horseback. Then pick me up in the lobby for breakfast. Now scoot." I smacked his bare ass pretty hard as he got out of bed. "I'll get you later for that," he chuckled as he went through to his room to dress. "And I'll be waiting to take it, too." Breakfast of buffalo steaks, fried potatoes, eggs, and biscuits with gravy and coffee was fifty cents each. We walked the two blocks to the livery stable to pick up the buckboard and team. "Please put this on the Bar BQ Ranch tab, sir." Again, "the look." I couldn't let it go this time. "Is that a problem? The ranch credit is still good, isn't it?" "For now, Miss Tess, it is, but I can't let the bill get much higher without some payment." "Someone'll be back to town in a day or two for supplies and to return this rig. You'll get your money then." "That's fine, Miss Tess. I'll look forward to it." By the time we got back to the hotel, loaded and lashed down my trunks and the picnic basket, the sun was already two hours up. We were getting a later start than I wanted, but we were finally on the way to the ranch. Tess: New Ranch Foreman More than two hours later, we came to a stream we had to ford. After doing so, we pulled up under a small string of cotton wood trees for the shade and broke out our lunch. It was a delightful lunch. Cold fried chicken, biscuits, a generous helping of potato salad, sort of cold tea in a small, burlap wrapped crockery jug, and two apples and two pears. There was even two pieces of cherry pie. After we finished lunch and cleaned up, Dell said with a bit of a leer, "I'd still like a little more desert." "Oh, and just what kind of desert did you have in mind, pray tell?" "Well, the cherry pie was quite delicious; but I think some beaver pie would be even better." "Oh you do, do you. And just what would my second dessert be?" "There's always another lollipop!" "Well, then, bring it here man, bring it here." Dell walked over to me and I motioned him over to the back of the buckboard. He dropped his jeans and Sat on the end of the buckboard bed. His cock was full up, but I opened my blouse anyway to expose my boobs for his pleasure. I licked and sucked his lollipop to orgasm again in short order. Then we switched places. From my luggage, I'd worn a western blouse and western pants with riding boots. It was little trouble to drop my pants and sit so Dell could eat me out right and proper. He was quickly rewarded with a spray of pussy juice. Yeah, I'm a squirter. We kissed then for a bit before readjusting our clothing and getting underway again. We had over and hour yet to go before reaching the ranch. Eventually, we reached the arched gates of the ranch entrance. But, we still had over a mile or more to get to the ranch buildings. But in good time, reach them we did. I thought things looked unusually quiet. A black, two seat buggy and horse stood at the hitch rail in front of the ranch house itself. Ominous. Dell was quiet too. We pulled to a stop beside the other vehicle and tied off the horses. A ranch hand appeared from around the corner of the house. "Miss tess?" he inquired? "Yes." "Your daddy's very sick. He got throwed off a bronc and is pretty bad off." "Would you please unload our luggage and then take the team to the barn and care for them. They've had a long ride and a good workout." "Yes Ma'am, I'll see to it right away." "Dell, why don't you help him and then stow your gear in the bunk house. I'll get back to you directly. "Yes, Ma'am." I strode into the house somewhat fearfully. ************ The ranch house was made of logs. It was a long, low and strung out place, but well built with heavy chinking between the logs both inside and out. The porch floor was made of sawn lumber with a plain, plank railing. The floors inside were all of sawn and smoothed lumber like the porch. Cedar shake shingles topped the roof rafters. The front room with its heavy, western furniture was empty when I walked in, but I could hear voices from further back in the house. As I walked down the long hall toward the bedrooms, Sam, the long time ranch foreman walked out. "Oh, Miss Tess, I'm rightly glad to see you home. Your daddy is none to well at all. The doctor's with him right now." "Hello, Sam. It's so good to see you again too. Yes, I want to see Daddy a minute first, but then I want to talk to you. Please wait for me in the ranch office. I'll be along directly." "Yes, Miss Tess." Sam walked slowly off and I entered the bedroom. The doctor was a surprise. He didn't look a day over thirty and may have been even younger. What a man. Tall, thin, broad of shoulder, nice chest, beautiful hands, and a face of iron. Speaking of hands, if the absence of a ring was any indication at all, he was also single. All in all, quite a hunk of man. Hmmmmm. "Hello, are you the doctor?" "Yes, my name's Randy Getwell. An you are? "I'm Tess Barstow, the daughter of your patient there. I just arrived home today from four years of school out East. How is he?" "Welcome home, Miss Barstow. "Please call me Tess." "Ok, Miss Tess. To answer your question, your father is not good. He's in a coma and has been for quite some time. It's very hard to get enough nourishment into him and he's wasting away quickly. I fear the end is very near. "Is he in any pain?" "No, I don't think so. He seems to be resting peacefully enough. But then I can't be entirely sure. There's little I can do for him but just keep checking from time to time. I'm on my way next to check on your neighbor ten miles south of here. Mrs. Domecheck is in a family way and near term." I walked up beside and partly behind Doctor Randy to get a closer look at Daddy. I slipped and fell into the doc with a sharp cry. He caught me in his arms, but at an awkward angle and my ample chest, at least the left side of it, was mashed rather strongly into his chest. "Are you alright, Miss Tess?" "No, I think I turned my ankle." "Well, as I said, there's really nothing I can do for your daddy at the moment, but we'd better take a look at that ankle of yours. Let's get you someplace where you can sit down and get off of it." "The kitchen is closest." It was my left ankle, so he put my left arm around his neck and his right arm around my waist to help me to the kitchen. My left breast was pressing against him the whole way. His right arm moved from my waist to right under my breasts, forming a shelf for them to rest on. I do believe he was blushing just a bit by the time he sat me down in a chair. "Is there another female in the house?" "Not for the time being, doctor. You'll just have to carry on." Doc Randy pulled my pant leg up above the level of my boot. He turned around to straddle my leg and tugged on the boot. "Your ankle's swelling fast. This boot's really tight. Give me a push with your other foot while I pull again." The boot suddenly whooshed off and Doc Randy went sprawling on his face on the kitchen floor. His head banged into the table leg. "Oh! Are you ok, Doctor?" Scrambling up slowly, he replied, "A little worse for the wear, but yes, I'm basically ok." His nose had a trickle of blood running from it and he had one hell of a goose egg just above his forehead. But he seemed unshaken otherwise and proceeded to remove my sock and examine my foot. The exam took a while longer than I thought necessary, but I didn't mind one little bit. Very tenderly, even lovingly, he did. "Yes, it's a bad sprain. Do you have any ice?" "I don't know if there's any winter supply left or not. As I said, I just got home from a four year absence. Check the ice box over there." He found block ice and quite a few chips in the box. He chipped off a couple of more bigger pieces and looked for a cloth. When he found one, he wrapped the ice and then tied the ice in a wrap around my ankle. "You need to stay off that ankle as much as possible for a week, two if possible." "That won't be too difficult if Sam can fix me up with a makeshift crutch 'til I can get to town again. Do you have a proper crutch in your office?" "Yes, I do." "Good. Then as soon as I can get there, I would like one. Now, before you leave for the Domecheck place, would you please help me to the office so's I can talk with Sam?" "Of course, Miss Tess." Going back to our touchy-feely posture again, Randy, ah Doc Randy that is, helped me to the office. Sam was patiently waiting. After getting me settled in a chair, Doc Randy made his good-byes and left. "What happened, Miss Tess?" "I slipped in the kitchen and turned my ankle. It's just a bad sprain, but I'll need for you to make me a crutch 'til I can get back to town for a proper one." "I can fix one up for you soon's were done talkin' here, Miss Tess." "Fine. Now, Sam, tell me what's been going on the past four years, how Daddy got hurt, and most of all, what's the shape of the ranch and its credit? Daddy wasn't one to write letters and no one else did either." "It'll take a bit, Miss Beth." "I've got a lot of time, Sam." So, Sam proceeded with the story. To make that long story short, the ranch had been suffering for about three years. Trouble started with the lack of rain and therefore water for the cow herd. Cow losses rose and not just because of the water shortage. Income dropped. Hands left for greener pastures and the cycle just worsened. "What about those ranch finances, Sam?" "Don't know much about that, Miss Tess. The little I know is the bills haven't been paid for some time and little if any money's come in for some time either. Your daddy's been too sick to take care of those things and he's not been able to make decisions about buying or selling stock, supplies, or to pay the hands." "Not good, I see." "And Miss Tess, I'm just too dad burned old to keep a handle on all the troubles anymore. Decisions need to be made that only the owner can make and he's been laid up out of it for quite a while now." "Again, I see. Not good." "Miss Tess, I really would like to back off a bit on the responsibilities. I'd hoped, when you got back, that you'd 'point a new and younger foreman. I'd stay on and help where I could, if'n you'd have me." "Of course we'll still have you Sam, you're almost family by now. The man that came to the ranch with me looking for a job will be the new foreman, if he wants the job." "Thank you kindly, Miss Tess." "Now, please see if you can round up some kind of temporary crutch for me, but first, go to the bunk house and tell Dell, the man that came with me, to come see me here in the office." "Yes, Miss Tess, right away." Dell came into the office a few minutes later. "My, Tess, what happened to you?" "I slipped and sprained my ankle. I'll need a crutch for awhile, but the ankle's not broken." "You wanted to see me, Tess? Business or pleasure?" "Business. You wanted a job on this ranch. Sam, our foreman, said he's gettin' too old for the job. He'll stay on, but wants less responsibility. The job's yours, if you want it." "I want it. I need a job and I'll be able to see a lot more of you in the process." "Can you take orders from a female ranch boss?" "Oh, I don't think I'll have any trouble on that score." "So, fifty-five a month and found?" "Why so far above usual pay?" "First of all, you'll be foreman, not a greenhand, and second, we're starting in a difficult hole and I need someone who'll get the job done. The extra money's the incentive." "Oh, I think there's plenty of 'incentive'." "Don't take too much for granted, Dell." ************ The next morning, with the aid of the crude but very serviceable crutch Sam fashioned, I was up and hobbling around to get dressed. I was even more glad of my decision to dress western and shed all those clothes that were demanded of eastern ladies. My first chore was to go check on Daddy. As soon as I entered the room, I realized he wasn't breathing. Hobbling over to the bed, I confirmed that Daddy had indeed died sometime in the night. I made my way to the front porch and pulled repeatedly on the rope fastened to a railing post. That rang the big dinner bell on the post ten feet from the porch. Sam, Dell, and the few hands we had left came running. When they had all assembled, I gave them their orders. "Daddy died during the night. We've some things to get done. Sam, I want you to supervise operations here at the ranch for a day or so. Get cook going on a funeral dinner. Butcher a cow. We'll have a funeral in two days here at the ranch in the big living room with burial up on the hill by mother." "Yes, Miss Tess." "Dell, you'll come with me to town. I need to purchase a coffin and ranch supplies and send the undertaker out to the ranch. We also need to return the livery rig and horses. You get the ranch wagon and team hitched now. We leave within the half hour. I'll drive the rented rig; you drive the ranch rig." "Yes, Miss Tess." We were quite formal with each other in front of the help. We even slept apart, Dell in the bunk house and I in the ranch house. If I needed his cock, and I did, I'd have to find a way to work that out as subtly as possible. I couldn't yet afford a public break with convention and morals. Not, at least, until I could prove myself running the ranch and getting it on a paying proposition again. As planned, I drove the lighter livery rig and Del drove the somewhat heavier ranch rig. We kept both teams to a steady, ground covering trot most of the way. We would run them harder off and on. We stopped to let them blow a bit every hour. My first stop after reaching town was the bank. After the usual pleasantries and the welcome home, I told the bank President of the death of Daddy and withdrew some money from the ranch account. Cash money in the account was getting awfully low. The livery man got his money next when I returned his rig and team. Then Del and I went to the undertaker to buy a wood coffin. Next stop was the general store. We loaded up needed ranch supplies for the house as well as for the work that needed doing. "Dell, why don't you go to the hotel and get us adjoining rooms again for one night. Tell the clerk I'll pay the ranch tab in full upon check out in the morning. Then just relax a bit. I need to check in with Doc Randy before we have lunch." "Ok. Meet you at noon at the restaurant, if that's ok." "Fine." I left the general store and went in search of the doctor's office. For late morning, he wasn't busy. Matter of fact, he'd just got back in from his outlying calls just an hour or so back. "Well, if'n it's not Miss Tess. I'm sorry to hear about your daddy, word's already goin' 'round town. What can I do for you?" "Quite a lot, actually." "How so?" I walked straight up to him. As I did so, I said, "I hope you like forward women because when I want something, I don't mince around, I go after it. Right now, I want you." By the end of my short speech, I had my right arm around his neck and my left hand holding on to his trouser snake. Despite Randy's weak protest, his pole rapidly grew to a sizable dimension. "Miss Te..." I pulled his head down for a passionate kiss, cutting off whatever it was that he wanted to say. I broke the kiss and said, "Do you have a cot in your infirmary?" "Ye-es," he managed to croak out in choking voice that squeaked. "Then let's get in there now--and lock the door behind us." Once inside the windowless infirmary, I literally attacked him. I rapidly disrobed him first. Removing his jacket, shirt, and cloth collar got him down to the ubiquitous piece of men's clothing, the top of his union suit. The boots and socks came off next. One boot had a hole in the sole and both socks had toe holes. Tich, tich, doc, you need someone to fix those for you. I kept going and got his pants off. Now all he had on was his one piece, long sleeved union suit. Then I rapidly divested myself of my clothes. I was in too big a hurry and he was too clumsy for him to help, so I shooed him off when he tried. My boots and socks came first, then my pants and blouse. I was left standing with one wrapped foot and my short chemise. When I got the chemise off and looked up, he was naked as well. His cock was big, but not as big as Dell's. That was a disappointment, but hell, vivala difference! Doc must have been really charged up because he was oozing precum in a bubbling near stream. So much for his timidity. I dropped to my knees and took hold of my favorite candy--a lollipop. He was circumcised, which meant he was likely a Jew, but hey, I wasn't prejudiced. A cock's a cock. He lost his load rather quickly. That meant I had to keep working on him if I wanted more action, and I certainly wanted that. He went rigid again rather more quickly than I thought he would. Great. "Now fuck me, Randy, fuck me good and proper." Believe it or not, that's what he did. Randy must have been getting some somewhere, because he certainly knew what to do and how to do it. His lips and fingers were so good on my boobs that he nearly made me cum just with that action. Just when I thought I would lose it with all the boob attention, Randy backed off and dove into my muff with his mouth. God did he ever have a talented tongue. All the right moves in all the right crevices had my lips puffy and on fire in very short order. When his tongue and teeth got to my clit--well, I didn't hold out for long before an orgasm slammed through me like a hot rapier. I hadn't come down off that high all the way before he spread my legs and brought his cock on target. With a strong lunge, his flesh pole bottomed out balls deep in my pussy. I had another small orgasm as my pussy clamped and unclamped around his cock. His cock wasn't long enough to completely fill the length of my pussy, but he was damned good at rooting it in and out and around in my love tunnel. Randy stopped for a moment or two while we both savored his fullness swelling inside my pussy. Long, slow pumps caused me to moan and groan. Randy increased the tempo until I thought he had a steam engine running that fleshy cylinder in and out of me. And then, Ka Pow! Randy came, and came, and... Having already cum once, I didn't figure he'd give much the second time. Wrong. As he slowly came down off his high, he dropped his nose into my cleavage and licked the side of each boob in turn. Then he moved to each nipple in turn. He moved with a sort of idle tenderness instead of lustful urgency. That produced another moderate orgasm for me. He sighed. "Well, that was delightful, Randy. That's a prescription I look forward to renewing again soon. But right now, I have to get to the restaurant for lunch with Dell before we have to beat it back to the ranch. I'd really appreciate it if you'd help spread the word that there will be a funeral dinner at noon at the ranch the day after tomorrow." "I'll be glad to do that," he said as he backed his cock out of me with a loud plop. He was still hard. "I think the prescription fit the bill rather well myself. I'm glad it works for you. You goin' to tell Dell about this little doctor visit?" "Yes, but not the truth about what happened after I got here." "You sleepin' with him?" "If you mean fucking him, yes, I have. Probably will fuck him some more, too." "What if I don't like that or he doesn't like it" "If you want more of what you just had, you'll like it. Same for Dell. Like it or lump it. I've found I've got far more sex desires than one man alone can handle. In fact, maybe I'll just have to have both of you fuck me together in a three some sometime soon." "Jesus, Tess--uh, I guess I can drop the Miss now; you're going to ruin your reputation in a hurry at that rate. As males, Dell or I wouldn't be hurt too bad, but you? Well..." "We'll just have to be as discreet as possible then, won't we, Randy?" Stepping over to the infirmary dry sink, I poured some water from the pitcher into the bowl and quickly cleaned myself up enough to be presentable in public again and then quickly dressed. I left Randy cleaning himself up. As I stepped out the door onto the board walk, I said, "Bye doc, see you soon when I need that prescription refilled." I walked into the cafe and saw Dell at a somewhat secluded table. He motioned me over and I strolled that way. His smile turned to a slight frown. "Well, M I S S Y, you have that just fucked look. You positively glow." "Very observant for a man, Dell. But yes, I just had a very satisfying fuck in the doctor's office." "What the h..." "Now don't go off half cocked. That won't do anyone any good. Don't worry, you can have me--when I feel the need for your lollipop. It still has the advantage as the biggest I've yet found. Your number one. But--I've found I like to try the taste of some other flavors as well. You'll have to share me or get nothing. Period." Tess: New Ranch Foreman "Oh! Did you tell Doc the same thing?" "Now don't be that way. But yes, I did. You knew I was different when we first met. That first Women's Rights Convention at Seneca Falls, New York, some thirty years ago in 1848, started something that isn't going to quit. It may take a while, but I'm a firm believer in those rights. Take me or leave me, but that's the way it's going to be." After a pause, and in a grudging manner, Dell replied, "Damn modern women. But, since you put it that way, I'll take it. I don't want to have to leave you. I won't really be happy 'til I can get my cock in you again." "Well, if you're a good boy, we might manage that again on the way back to the ranch. Just don't get to thinking you own me, because you don't!" "One thought, though, Tess. Don't you think it's a little crass to be fucking anybody, let alone the doctor you just met, on the day after your daddy died?" "Not so long as the public is unaware of that fact. I've been away for four years. Daddy and I were never that close to begin with--that's why he sent me away in the first place after Mother died. I didn't and won't shed tears for Daddy, but I have and will shed tears of frustration over trying to run the ranch. Any other questions?" "No, but we'd better finish our lunch and hit the trail for the ranch." "What, you horny?" "Yes, I certainly am. But, if you want to get back at a decent time at all, we have to get moving soon." We finished our hearty lunch and I went to the lady who ran the place to pay the ranch tab. She look a bit surprised again when I did, but once more, she said nothing. Dell pushed the team hard 'til we reached the same little stream and cotton wood grove where we'd lunched on our first trip to the ranch. I guess I was still horny as well, even with the great fuck with Doctor Randy earlier that morning. So, we were both pretty damned horny, but for some reason, we were in no hurry. We slowly undressed each other. One piece off him, one piece off me. We would pause to lick, suck, and kiss each new area of skin revealed. I had two orgasms while Del played with my boobs. He had the touch and was still definitely my main man. When we at last got bare ass naked, we couldn't wait for the back and forth. "Lay on your back, Dell. I want to get my hands on my favorite lollipop. You can have some beaver pie in the meantime." So, we sixty-nined to our hearts content. I ended up with a large mouthful of cream and Dell got a good mouthful of my pleasure juice. "We'd best get underway again, Del. Sun's not sittin' still." We quickly dressed, but I left half the buttons undone on my blouse. I no longer wore my shift. I'd left that with Randy earlier to remind him of me and the need for me to refill my prescription soon. Dell tied off the reins. The horses knew the way home and needed very little attention. That left Dell's hands free to roam wherever. He'd left the fly of both his jeans and his long handles unbuttoned. That gave his cock full access to fresh air--and my hand. We just had to stay alert in case we met anyone on the track or someone caught up from behind. He was a pooped hound dog by the time we got back. ************ The day and a half we had left went very quickly what with all the preparations for the funeral dinner. Daddy was well liked and admired by the people of the region. Word got out to quite a few of the outlying ranches--more than I would have guessed. Still, most of the guests were from town; friends, acquaintances, business contacts, and the like of Daddy's. This included the local sheriff. People began arriving quite early. Those early ones must've left before daylight. Daddy was laid out in honor on the front room table. Sam, Dell, and I took turns of one-third of the night each to stay up to "wake" Daddy. Fresh flowers from the ranch yard filled the perimeters of the room and flanked the ends of the simple wooden coffin in which Daddy lay. Once people had passed by the coffin, they went back outside to help where they could with the preparations. Quite a few would stay the night, sleeping in their wagons, the barn, or tents they brought along. Birthing was pretty much a singular and lonely thing, but weddings and funerals were definitely community affairs. The simple, short funeral was held an hour before dinner on the hill behind the ranch house. The family burial plot was surrounded by a cast iron fence of about three feet in height in the shade of a small grove of trees. After the last hymn, there were plenty of men to lower the coffin on ropes and then fill the grave, so that unhappy chore was over quickly. I think I was able to talk with everyone present before the day was through. I did, however, eat dinner with the sheriff. I didn't want to draw overmuch attention to Dell on a personal nature. To the public, he was hired help. Now the sheriff, that's another story. I thought him to be in his early forties. I later discovered his age as forty-two. Dark hair, three quarters turned grey, topped his head and a handlebar mustache hung proudly beneath his nose. All my men to this point had been clean shaven. Hmmmm. Dark, hazel eyes and a mirthful grin lit up his face most of the time. His grin was dazzling if he used his eyes to compliment it. He was very broad chested under a slender neck, and surprisingly, mostly flat in the stomach. No protruding belly had yet developed. Long, strong legs filled his dress boots. He wore a beautiful dress shirt, vest, pocket watch with fob, and ribbed, corduroy dress pants. All in all, quite a handsome package. Speaking of which, he seemed to carry a more than adequate package between his legs and showed if off with the tight fitting crotch of this trousers. Hmmmm. During the pie and ice cream, I said to Sheriff Jeff, "I need to talk to you about some things relating to Daddy before you leave. Could you come to the ranch office in about an hour?" "I don't see why not, Miss Tess." "Good. I'll look for you then." I finished my dessert and excused myself from the table. A number of nearby people had heard my request, so I had no fear that the sheriff's absence for a while a bit later would be any problem. An hour later, I was waiting in the office when Sheriff Jeff knocked on the front door. I went to the door, like a good host, and let him in. We walked back to the office with me in the lead. I subtly but not too subtly, did my sexy little slink, giving him an excellent view of my shapely ass encased in my tight fitting, black mourning dress, sans bustle. The ankle swelling had receded just sufficiently for me to discard the crutch for the day. But I still had to be careful of that ankle. Seated on chairs, I said, "Sheriff, I really got you in here so you and I could talk a bit about me and my plans to run this ranch. That includes getting to the bottom of the stock losses above and beyond the drought causes." Then the topic changed. "Sheriff..." "Please," he interrupted, "just call me Jeff, at least in private. The title is so formal." "Ok, Jeff, I'm very glad you feel that way. I know you're single, as if that would really matter, but I have a personal interest in you." "How so?" "Well, I think you're getting my drift already. There are perks for you in our business relationship." "Such as?" I got out of my chair and walk over to stand in front of him as he sat in his chair. I slowly raised the hem of my dress and my underskirt above my knees and then to my waist. That reveled the absence of any further pussy covering. I propped one foot up on the chair between Jeff's legs and presented Jeff with my bushy, but otherwise, naked pussy. "Such as this. Would you like to sample it?" Instead of answering with words, Jeff just let out a big sigh and let his face answer for him as he buried it in my bush--and lower. I raised the foot on the chair up onto the chair arm to give him better access to object of his desire. His mouth and tongue took full advantage of the circumstances. God, he was good, really good. While he worked, I shrugged out of my dress top. After he made me cum three times, I rasped out, "Enough a minute. Help me out of these damned boots and then let's go to the day couch over there." No argument. We got to the couch and I said, "One of us is way overdressed here, Jeff." He took the hint and quickly matched my bare ass naked condition. His cock was smaller than Del's but larger than Doc Randy's in both length and circumference. Jeff sported a big, hard boner. I pushed him down on his butt on the couch and gave him a lollipop licking that had him groaning in seconds. Once I swallowed his cock, he came quickly. "Now fuck me, Jeff." After a bit of time to recover, he proceeded to do so. It lasted for some time, too. But it eventually erupted, volcano like, into the depths of my pussy. He was actually knocking hard on my womb. Time was flitting by. I gently nudged Jeff back and he withdrew his still rock hard boner from my pussy with the usual sounds. God, I love those love sounds of a cock withdrawing from a fresh fucked cunt. Jeff dressed and went out. I tarried some to clean up and let some time pass before I followed him back to the crowd. Sam caught up with me and drew me over to another guest. This one was in his late twenties (twenty-six I later learned) and so handsome. He looked so nearly like a Greek God, I nearly cried. When I looked at his crotch, I nearly died a second time. There was a boner in there that ran over half way to his knee! I could barely stand as Sam introduced us. "Mr. Tort, it's my pleasure to present the Barstow ranch mistress, Miss Tess Barstow." "Very pleased to meet you, Miss Tess." "Miss Tess, may I present to you, Mr. Tort, our town lawyer." I put out my hand and said, "Likewise, Mr. Tort." "Oh, please, Miss Tess, call me Orville." "Well, I'm going to have to come to town shortly to see you about ranch business and such, probably quite often. So, Orville it is then." "Hmmmmmmmm!" ************ Over the course of that summer and fall, I became intimately acquainted with the operations and the financial condition of the ranch--my ranch with the death of Daddy. The fall roundup and sale of cattle brought a good deal more money than had been anticipated. That allowed me to pay off all bills. Back pay as well as current wages were given the hands. Some pressing ranch repairs were made, though more were needed as money hopefully allowed next year. The mortgage had been paid off for more than ten years before my return from my Eastern schooling. That was one big worry that I didn't have hanging over my head. Dell and I continued our clandestine liaison at the ranch, though we weren't really fooling anybody (at the ranch) for very long. I also made numerous trips to town to get my "prescription" filled and to bestow perks on the sheriff as a bank of future IOU's. And then, of course, there was also ranch legal matters that I had to take care of. That meant seeing Mr. Orville Tort, town lawyer. I remember the first visit well. Dell escorted me to town, leaving our old ranch foreman, Sam, to look after things until we would return a day later. We rode behind a team on the ranch wagon as we had a lot of supplies to obtain and transport back with us. I had several legal matters to discuss with Lawyer Tort. I turned to Dell as we neared town. "Dell, we can't have the same hotel arrangement as we had the first time we stayed in town. It wouldn't appear proper if we had connecting rooms now that you are known to the townspeople. Our fucking has to remain private at the ranch or at least nowhere near town." "Yes, I understand that, Tess." "Good. Then I want you to rent two rooms when we get into town. Rent yours for ground floor or second floor and mine on the third floor. Tell the desk clerk to bill the ranch." "Ok, and I'll pick up the ranch supplies while you see the lawyer." "Yes, and while we're in town, you're on your own. We have to maintain the boss-employee separation in public." "I don't like it, Tess, but I understand. Do we meet after breakfast in the morning for the ride back?" "No, I'll have breakfast with you at the hotel. It wouldn't be unseemly for us to eat that meal together before embarking on the trip back to the ranch." Dell dropped me in front of the lawyer's office and continued on to the stores and whatever to do the ranch business and load the needed supplies. The loaded wagon and the horses would be put up at the livery barn overnight. "Well, if it isn't Miss Tess Barstow. How delightful to see you on this bright and cheery day. What can the legal profession do for you today?" "Hello, Orville. I've a couple of things about the ranch to discuss with you, if you have time." "Certainly, Miss Tess. I've the next several hours free, if you need that long." "Well then, the first are some water rights issues and..." The legal issues consumed over an hour of time. "Well, Miss Tess, I think that takes care of the legal issues. Is there anything else I can do for you?" "Yes. You can fuck me." "I beg your par..." "You heard me. I said you can fuck me. Oh, I want you to play first, but the goal is to fuck my brains out." After recovering at least some of his composure, Lawyer Tort said, "A bit direct about your wants, aren't you." "Indeed I am. Now go lock the damn door." Tort's office wasn't a storefront. It was a backroom with no windows. Later after his practice matured, he'd acquire a whole building for his office with a big, storefront window and all. So, while he dazedly walked to the door, I divested myself of my blouse and pulled my short chemise out of my trousers and off over my head. By the time Tort turned around and started back my way, he faced my two gloriously naked boobs with very erect nipples pointed right at him. "Oh my God," he mumbled. He looked mesmerized. He was mesmerized. He just stopped dead in his tracks and stared at those beauties staring right back at him. "Don't you want to touch them, lick them, suck them, Orville?" "Oh my God." He still just stood there. He acted as though he'd never seen a pair of naked boobs before. I finally walked up to him, lifting and fondling my boobs all the way there. I stopped in front of him. He still stood in a daze. I took his two hands and placed each one on a boob. He finally woke up. "Oh, dear God." His hands finally moved. Then his mouth fell to a nipple and we were off. I grabbed Orvy"s (that's what I spontaneously began calling him) crotch and found a more than adequate bulge to play with. His cock was every bit as long as the bulge I'd seen earlier in his pants. It didn't take me long to get his fly unbuttoned and his boner out into the fresh air. My hand got busy pumping his cock while his mouth and tongue continued to play with my boobs. Orvy was clumsy, but he still made me feel great--on fire with desire. I dropped to my knees and engulfed the head of his cock with my mouth That elicited some real groans of pleasure from him. He didn't last long. I felt he was about to erupt and just let him shoot. Hot ropy strings of cum shot into my mouth and throat. I gagged at first on the overload, but managed to swallow most of it. "Oh, fucking Christ," he cried. Well, at least he had some different words for a change. I quickly stripped him of the rest of his clothes. I then pulled off my boots, socks, and riding pants. My short undedrawers were the last to go. As my bushy pussy appeared, those familiar words again fell on my ears. "Oh my God." I just stood there a minute and then asked, "Have you never see naked boobs or a naked pussy before?" "God, no." "Have you ever courted a girl?" "Officially courted with marriage in mind? No." "Have you ever even escorted a girl to a social function?" "Yes, I have, but those outings were completely chaste. The girls were quite conventional, moral, whatever. They'd of been offended and their fathers looking for a shotgun if I'd tried anything. Besides, i was far to timid to try anything in the first place. "Well, now you have a naked and willing female in front of you. What do you propose to do about it?" Orvy had been eyeing me up and down the whole time. His cock had become even more solidly erect and was pulsing in anticipation. It bobbed about as he closed the distance between us and went into a clinch with me. His heated, erect cock was trapped between our bellies. I reached between us and put his cock between my legs so that he could saw along my cleft with the top of that sweet flesh pole. He figured that one out right away. My dripping cunt provided more than enough lubrication for the job. Orvy also figured something else out right quick. Before I really comprehended the fact, he'd got his cock at the opening of my cunt where he thrust up immediately to plunge full length into my burning muff. He grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted. My arms went around his neck, my legs around his waist. My tits were crushed into his chest momentarily. The humping was ferocious. His hips and cock were machine-like. His thrusts were a blur of motion as he punched his stiff boner in and out of my hot pussy. It took him a long time to blow that second time around. I hoped he never would, his hot rocket cock felt so good. When he'd at last shot his second wad, Orvy lowered my legs to the floor and his cock dropped out of my cunt with a squishy, soft plop "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." I guess it was good for him. Before I dressed and left, I said, "You're taking me to dinner tonight at my hotel. Meet me in the lobby at seven--sharp." ************ Well, that meant I had four beaus at the same time. I allowed three of them to escort me to various social functions that winter and the following spring. Dell, as foreman and therefore a hired hand of my ranch, could escort me in public on ranch business, but it was socially unacceptable for him to escort me as a beau. I suspect some people made wagers as to whether one or the other was diddling me, but I doubt anyone suspected I was fucking all four. At community dances, all four could and did dance with me. But then, so did half a dozen other local yokels. The accepted custom was for males to cut in on each other to dance with "the prettiest girl there." More than just my four Beaus tried a little groping on the dance floor. I also turned down more than one invitation to "Step outside with me and get some air." But where was I supposed to go from there? My four boys were getting more and more unhappy or downright frustrated with the arrangement as time went on. All four knew or at least suspected I was fucking all of them. Dangerous jealousies were bound to develop. What to do? What to do? ************ Finis ************ [Please? Whether you liked or disliked this story, constructive feedback and votes are strong incentives for an author to keep producing. Thanks]