3 comments/ 46044 views/ 9 favorites Naked Sara's Ch. 05: Social Calls By: MLG52 Richard and I hitched the horses to the wagon while Ma fixed a gift basket to take to Mrs. Hester. She was very excited; it had been quite awhile since she had the opportunity to make a social call. I could tell Ma was also very nervous, not sure how they would be received, naked, by the widow Hester. It had also been a long time since she'd been in "civilized society," but she remembered well how people tended to be judgmental, especially the women. It was a little after eight in the morning when they left, planning to arrive at Mrs. Hester's between 9:30 and 10:00. They weren't in any hurry, and as always, the sun was shining in the desert. The next time we saw them, we were tending to their injuries. This is how Ma told the story: **** "Elizabeth and I had a nice talk on the way to Mrs. Hester's. We stopped when we got to the edge of her yard, still not sure how she would react to two naked women in a wagon. No one else was around; all the 'hands were out working," I explained. "We pulled the wagon up in front of the big house, and an elegant lady came out on the porch, and said, 'Good morning, ladies, and welcome to my ranch.' We felt relieved right away. She called us ladies, even though we sat right there in front of her, bare-ass naked." "We got down, and Elizabeth tied the horses to the post. We introduced ourselves, and Mrs. Hester invited us to sit in the shade with her on the large veranda. A black servant in a suit and white gloves brought coffee out and set it down between us. It was obvious he wasn't sure how to act around us; he kept his eyes down as he moved about the porch. Mrs. Hester noticed, too, and smiled at us as he hurried back in the house." "My cowhands told me they'd never seen totally naked women until they went to your place. I'm pretty sure Chester hasn't either. The fact is, I can't recall ever seeing full-on naked ladies before, either. I was an only child, raised on a ranch. Then when I married Mr. Hester, we built this ranch together, and I haven't spent much time away from it for the past 36 years. We were never blessed with children. So I haven't seen much of anybody, except cowhands, and they don't run around naked. This is all new to me, too. I hope you'll excuse my curiosity, but there's so much I want to ask you both," Mrs. Hester put it in plain words right from the beginning. "Please, enjoy your coffee while we talk. You'll be able to stay for lunch, won't you? Chester's prepared roast chicken with potatoes and carrots." "That sounds very nice, Mrs. Hester. We're in no hurry and glad you invited us for a visit. We don't get out much, either," I told her. "This is the first time Elizabeth and I have been off the ranch since, well, since the whole naked thing began. I wasn't sure how we'd be received, especially by another woman. It always seemed like they were more disapproving of such things than men." "It seems silly to continue being formal under the circumstances. Please call me Evelyn. And help me get out of this confounded dress!" she ordered. Elizabeth and I were stunned. We'd only been there a few minutes, and Mrs. Hester, Evelyn, wanted to sit there undressed, too! She saw the looks on our faces, and laughed politely. "It's quite alright, ladies. I've had plenty of time to think about this since I first heard Luther and Luke talking in the shed. I'm 54 years old and I've survived all this time in this god forsaken desert, with snakes and scorpions and Indians and Mexicans and outlaws. Somehow I managed not to get raped thus far. But you know as well as I that if they were going to rape me, I'd end up naked anyway. At my age, I reasoned that I have nothing left to be afraid of. I might as well be naked, too, and save them the effort of ruining a perfectly good dress." She stood, turned around and lifted her hair above the clasp on her dress. "You might want to be quick about it," Evelyn chuckled. "I could still lose my nerve. I've certainly never done anything like this before. Although Mr. Hester and I were... what you would call 'active' he rarely saw me completely naked. At least, not in the daylight." I reached up and undid the clasp and buttons down the back of her dress. Elizabeth stood in front and helped her remove her shoes and stockings. When the dress cleared the bustle, she stepped out of it and helped us remove the bustle. "I think I can take it from here," she offered. Elizabeth and I sat back in our chairs while Evelyn turned back to face us. She hesitated, took a deep breath and lifted her chemise over her head. Evelyn had large but rather thick breasts. She stuck her thumbs in the sides of her pantaloons and yanked them to her feet. She smiled at us and said, "Now, we're on equal terms." We all laughed at that; Evelyn took very little time to make us feel comfortable and welcome at her place. She stood in front of her chair so we could look at her body. Her tits sagged almost to her belly button, with large, very dark areoles and big nipples sticking straight out, easily thicker than the tip of my thumb. She was a tall but thin woman. Her belly had a very slight pooch to it; her hips and thighs were slender and tight. It was obvious she'd led an active life; there was no flab on this woman at all. Her pubic hair was brown and kind of wispy; not very thick. Evelyn saw us staring and lifted her tits then fluffed her pubic hair. "I was starting to sweat in that dress and it's not even noon yet. I never gave it any thought before, but it is much cooler with nothing on, isn't it?" I agreed that was one of the advantages. "How do you think Chester and your hands are going to take to seeing you naked, Evelyn?" I asked her. "Well, I suppose it's something they'll have to get used to. They've already seen both of you naked, and from what they've told me, very close views. Is it a fact they all... did each of you?" she asked. I looked at Elizabeth before answering Evelyn. Being naked was one thing; inviting a bunch of cowhands to fuck us was something quite different. Before we came over, Luther and Luke encouraged us to be honest with their boss lady. The time had come to be candid about everything. "Yes, Evelyn, what they told you is true. Elizabeth and I encouraged your boys to come back for a picnic and fuck us." I figured there would be no additional harm to using that term. I was pretty sure she must have overheard her hands say it more than once. "I could tell when they got back something happened. They were all giddy as hell, and in great moods since. Luther's always been one of my favorites; loyal and honest as they come, so I had no reason to doubt his story. I just wanted to hear you say it, too, so I knew you would be honest with me as well." "They did each of us, a couple of times." She wanted the truth, so I obliged. "Luther and I had a long talk out here on the porch after they returned. I trust him without question. He told me you were both kind, fine ladies. Luther also said you took the time to teach them about a woman's body, all the parts, what felt good and so on. Before you, uh... fucked them, I understand you let them inspect and touch you... all over." Evelyn was indeed curious, but I saw no reason not to be completely blunt. "We invited them to hold our tits, feel our asses and pussies, that's correct. We told them to squeeze our tits and nipples, and put fingers up inside of us to get us wet before they fucked us." "I gathered from what Luther said they enjoyed that part almost as much as doing you. He said their peckers stayed hard most of the day. I've never had the opportunity to examine a woman's body. Would either of you object to me feeling your bodies, or, well... at least getting a really close look at... everything. I've always wondered what other women looked like, how different they might be from me." I looked at Elizabeth; she nodded and smiled. "I don't see how that could be a problem. I've had dozens of men in and out of there, whether I wanted it or not," I said. We stood in front of our chairs and spread our legs a little as Evelyn walked in front of me. She looked in my eyes, to get a better sense of character I suppose, then down at my breasts. "I'm sorry for staring, Sara. I never imagined a woman's breasts could get to be this size. Pardon me for saying so, but these are magnificent. Mine used to be a little fuller, rounder, but as you can see they've flattened with age." Evelyn put both hands around my left breast first, lifting and bouncing it while she giggled. She switched to the right tit for a minute, then touched both nipples and watched them grow with the attention. Evelyn looked down at my crotch and back up to my face. I nodded, "Go ahead, it's fine." Evelyn started by fondling my hair, then reaching between my legs, she rubbed her hand up and down my pussy. It felt really nice, so I squatted down a little and pulled my lips apart so she could get inside easier. Evelyn got on her knees and took time to touch my outer lips, then the inner ones before sticking a finger in. She felt the wetness on her finger increase before she stood up with a big grin. "That was fun. Thank you, Sara." She did the same with Elizabeth, but left her finger inside a little longer because Elizabeth responded by moving her pelvis up and down on the finger. She didn't cum, but was really wet by the time Evelyn stood up. She asked Elizabeth, "What about the other side? I've never seen that, either." We turned around and bent over, hands on knees. Evelyn came back to me, gently stroking both sides of my ass. She lightly placed a finger on my asshole, and circled around twice before moving down to the bottom side of my cunt. She pulled the lips apart and touched the hole where the pee comes out, which made me flinch. Evelyn pulled back quickly and apologized. I told her it was fine, I just wasn't expecting it. "Go ahead and look again; I really don't mind, Evelyn." She finished studying my pussy before moving back to Elizabeth. We looked at each other and smiled while Evelyn was behind her. This was kind of new for us, too. Evelyn finished and invited us to sit back down. "That was something. At least I'm not curious about that anymore. But I still have much more to learn, I'm sure." Just then, Chester appeared to clear the coffee service. He stopped in the doorway, not sure what to do or where to look. Evelyn caught his dazed look and chuckled. "It's quite alright, Chester. How did you explain it to my cowhands, Sara?" I looked at Chester and said, "If I was worried about you looking at my body, I'd have clothes on. It seems that Mrs. Hester is of the same mind now as well." I stood up to give him a full view; Elizabeth and Evelyn followed suit. "Go ahead and look, Chester. In fact, I don't believe the ladies would object if you wanted to touch them. You're welcome to touch me, too, if you have an interest," Evelyn told him. Chester stepped out on the veranda, still unsure about the whole situation. Serving coffee to two naked strangers was certainly out of the ordinary. Seeing his boss lady standing outside stark naked would be even more intimidating. He removed his gloves and stepped in front of Elizabeth, who was closest to the door. He just stood there and stared at her body until Elizabeth lifted a tit in each hand and offered them to Chester. "Feel them if you like, Chester. You can even squeeze them or pull on the nipples. They're not that delicate, really." Chester reached out and cupped the front of her tits, squeezing gently. He let go and stood there, not sure what to do next. Elizabeth took his hand and placed it on her pubic hair. His eyes were huge! She rubbed it up and down between her legs. When she let go of his hand, he kept feeling her for a couple of minutes. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss," before stepping in front of me. "Ma'am, I ain't seen anything like these before, least ways, not on a white woman. There was a couple of girls back home who had big titties, but I don't believe they was quite like this," he said. I took his hands and placed them under my breasts, encouraging him to lift them and bounce them. Men seemed to have fun doing that. He'd lost some of his shyness by then. After juggling my tits for a minute or so, he took it upon himself to fondle my pussy without further encouragement. I spread my lips to give him better access. He took his time; one hand in my crotch with the other returning to squeeze my right tit. Evelyn's inspection left me quite wet, which Chester appeared to really appreciate. When he stood and turned toward Evelyn, she was already bent over with her legs and cheeks spread wide for his convenience. He walked slowly over and put both hands on her cheeks, rubbing circles around them. "Go ahead and touch my pussy, Chester. Please, I would like you to do that for me," Evelyn suggested as she wiggled her ass slightly. He quickly obliged, which brought a quick breath and a quiet moan from her. Chester continued stroking until she was very wet, and stood back so she could rise up and turn around. She put his hands on her tits, which he began squeezing like he'd done with us. Elizabeth surprised all of us when she spoke up, "Chester, I know how this can affect a man. You're welcome to do me. I would enjoy that very much." He looked back at Evelyn, who nodded her approval. "Right now, right out here, Miss? I mean in front of your aunt and Mrs. Hester?" "Sure. Why not?" she said as she got on her knees and undid his pants. He had little time to respond before she had his semi-hard penis in her hand. "Very nice, Chester. Go ahead and put it inside me, please. I'll help guide you in." Elizabeth turned around, and on her hands and knees, wriggled ass in invitation. He got on his knees behind her. She reached back between her legs, grasped his dick and slid it in her hole. It went all the way in the first try because she was wet already. Evelyn and I sat back down to observe the activity. It must have been quite awhile since Chester had been with a woman. It took less than 10 pumps before he grunted and squeezed Elizabeth's ass. He plopped out and looked at us sheepishly, then down at Elizabeth. "That was mighty nice, Miss. I don't know quite what else to say," he mumbled. "You don't need to say anything, Chester. And please just call me Elizabeth. I don't hold with formalities for the gentlemen who fuck me," she giggled. "Yes, Miss... Elizabeth. Thank you." He pulled up his pants before removing the coffee service and going inside. Evelyn turned to Elizabeth. "That was very considerate of you, Elizabeth. I wasn't sure how to deal with that situation. I guess I hadn't thought things through that far. I was focused on just getting comfortable running around naked." That prompted me to ask, "What are you going to do about your cowhands, Evelyn? Seeing you naked will certainly have an effect on them as well, don't you think?" "Yes, I'm sure it will. Perhaps being naked here alone with all these boys isn't such a good idea, huh? I should probably put my dress back on." Evelyn was puzzled now. We chatted for awhile, until we came up with a plan. When the cowhands returned to the ranch house that evening, Chester would gather them in front of the house without explaining why. Once everyone was there, Evelyn would walk out of the house, naked as she was now. She would give the reasons for her decision to remain undressed. She also informed them that the coming Saturday would be an unexpected day off for the whole ranch. Evelyn would accompany them to our ranch for a picnic and the other activities they enjoyed on their last visit. She told us she would not give specifics, but that she would let them know she would actively participate in what she termed the carousing. By that time Chester brought lunch out on the veranda. The subject changed to life in Cochise County, the pleasures and hardships of living in the desert. This provoked the question I was sure Evelyn had held back thus far, not sure how to bring it up. "Sara, do you mind talking about the times with the outlaws and the Apaches? Luke and Luther talked about it a little, but didn't offer any details. They were embarrassed to be very candid, I'm sure." "Not at all, Evelyn. I don't mind talking about it. Those experiences changed my life in many ways, more than just being naked or fucking every day," I assured her. We spent most of the next hour talking about the outlaws and being compelled to fuck in front of my family and having them forced to participate. "To be honest though, Evelyn, most of the time I did want it! I discovered I really like getting fucked, even when it's forced on me. I also loved being watched while they were doing me; I looked around at all of them when I was getting fucked and got even more excited." I told her why I had no issues allowing my boys to fuck me now. I gave her a very detailed description of my encounter with the Apaches, how I turned their attention away from Tommy by enticing them with my tits and by wiggling my cunt at them. I also told her about being hung by my tits and whipped, and how, as odd as it may sound, I actually liked having my tits and cunt lashed harshly. Even then, Evelyn was curious but not judgmental. Elizabeth told her about tending to my injuries, mostly welts and bruises and a little bleeding from the tits. She giggled when she talked about touching a man's penis for the first time when she offered to remove splinters from Tommy. We finished lunch and prepared to leave. Evelyn gave each of us a big hug, and took time to fondle us one more time. We climbed up into the wagon, and waved goodbye. "I'll see you on Saturday," she said as we drove away. Ma paused in the middle of her story. She looked over at Elizabeth, both of them still too sore to move around much, before continuing with her tale of punishment at the hands of Mexican thugs heading north to rob banks. **** We were driving back slowly, talking about the new experience and how surprised we were that Mrs. Hester not only accepted us but eagerly joined our choice to remain nude. Elizabeth and I were questioning how well Evelyn would be able to explain this radical change to her cowboys, and whether she could keep them distracted enough to wait for sex until they joined us for the picnic next Saturday. We wondered how "actively" involved she planned to be with the cowhands and the men in our family when they visited. We were chatting and not paying much attention to the trail. A dark man jumped from the bushes and grabbed the harness of one of the horses, pulling us to a stop. We were immediately surrounded by others holding pistols. They were Mexicans; only one of them was able to speak some English. "You Sara?" he asked me. "Yes." I couldn't believe this man knew my name; I'd never set eyes on any of them before. "Big titties. I hear about 'em. Very big, very big!" He said something in Spanish which made the others around us laugh and cheer. The leader apparently told the man holding our horses to take us off the trail; two other men used mesquite branches to wipe the trail clean behind us. It would be hard to find us. They led us all the way across the desert down to the ravine next to the creek where you found us. On the way I whispered to Elizabeth, "Put your hands in your lap. Use one of your hands to get yourself wet. You know what's going to happen. Do not fight them, do not resist, just do what they want. It's our only chance to stay alive. Understand?" She murmured something I couldn't quite hear at the time, but followed my instructions and began playing with her pussy. I did the same, trying to make sure none of the Mexicans noticed. They had us jump down from the wagon once we were next to the creek. Right away they began grabbing and pinching us, pulling hard on our tits and squeezing our cunts. I heard Elizabeth cry out on the other side of the wagon, but she didn't try to stop them; neither did I. We knew they were going to rape us, and from the beginning, we knew it was going to be rough. Even though I survived the outlaws and the Apaches, I wasn't sure we would be able to make it through this. They were instantly cruel and seemed just as interested in hurting us as they were in fucking us. I wasn't sure Elizabeth would be able to handle it, either. Naked Sara's Ch. 05: Social Calls They dragged her around to my side of the wagon by her hair. Then each of us had our arms pinned behind us. Men took turns slapping our tits until they were bright red. They spanked our cunts until they stung; we were going to be really sore when they got around to fucking us. Elizabeth remembered what I told her, and didn't kick or try to get away. She was incredibly brave. The Mexicans pushed us to the ground and held us down while they took turns fucking us. After the third one, they didn't hold us anymore; we weren't resisting, just letting them go ahead and do what they wanted. They rolled me over on my stomach, pulling my cheeks open wide. Nobody bothered to lubricate it, so it really hurt when the first one jammed it in me. I screamed and pounded my fists in the dirt, but didn't deny them the pleasure of fucking my ass. I watched as they brutally flipped Elizabeth over and held her down while the first one fucked her butt. I could see tears in her eyes, but she laid there and let them do it. After the first one, it would be easier with cum in our asses. They rolled us back over and fucked our cunts again. By that time we were limp and really sore all over. Our tits were starting to bruise, our pussies and asses throbbed, so we just lay there with our legs apart and let them keep fucking us. They left us there in the dirt while they stopped to eat dinner. Nobody offered us anything but water. One of the Mexicans stood in front of me and pulled his pecker out. He said something I didn't understand. The leader pointed at it; all he said to me was, "Suck." That was plain enough. I got on my knees and put his dick in my mouth. I could taste pussy and ass, but didn't know if it was mine or Elizabeth's, or some of both. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched them yank Elizabeth to her knees and stick a dick in front of her. She started sucking right away. We did all of them, probably twice each, though I can't be sure. We sat on the ground after sucking all those men; they gave us a couple of tortillas and some more water. I called over to the leader. "Pee. Pee, please." I didn't know how much English he understood. He got up and walked to the edge of the clearing, about 20 feet away, and pointed to the dirt. "Here, pee here," he said. "Pee here, we watch." He understood more than I thought. I walked over to him and started to squat. He grabbed my elbow, turned me around and shook his head. "No, stand here. Pee." Now I understood him. I faced the group of men, stood with my legs spread so I didn't pee on my feet, pulled my lips apart and peed in the sand. I watched as cum dripped out of my cunt and ass onto the dirt below, too. I shook a little bit to dry it off before I went back to my place. The leader pointed to Elizabeth. "Now, you. Here." She looked at me, then got up and went where I'd been. I noticed she stepped in my puddle of pee and cum, but didn't seem to care. Her tits were bruised, and when she spread her lips to pee, I could see her cunt was still red. She winced as she peed; it must have hurt. Cum dripped out of her, too. Elizabeth went back and lay down with her legs spread wide, expecting the fucking to resume. This made the men laugh at her. To make sure we didn't try to get away, they staked us to the ground overnight. They had our arms and legs spread wide, and a couple of the men fucked us in the middle of the night. When I woke up, I could smell coffee. I couldn't move much; we were still tied. I looked over to see how Elizabeth was doing; she was just waking up, too. "Putas," they called out. I knew enough Spanish to recognize the word for whore. The leader pointed at both of us, one then the other, back and forth. "Si, putas," he sneered, "Naked whores, good tits, huh?" "You naked. You act like putas, like us fucking you, no?" he asked. I wasn't sure how to respond, so I nodded in agreement, hoping it was the right answer. It wasn't. "You like fucking? Putas!" He signaled something to one of the men by the fire, who tossed two gourds to another man and headed toward me with two more. I hadn't noticed the gourds before. Elizabeth and I were quickly untied then pinned down. One man held my arms above my head; two others pulled my legs apart and toward my head. I'd never quite felt that exposed before, with my ass and cunt in the air. I twisted and turned but could not move more than a couple of inches. I was still sloppy and slick from getting fucked. One Mexican took the smaller gourd and shoved it in my asshole. It felt huge; I screamed but they didn't stop. I heard Elizabeth scream, too, and call for me, but there was nothing I could do. He shoved a larger gourd into my cunt. It felt big, too, stretching the outside and the inside. He pushed both until they were all the way inside of me. I wondered how we'd ever get them out; unless they left us alive, it wouldn't matter. We didn't have much time to think about it. They rolled us over on our stomachs, tied our elbows together and our wrists together. They pulled our legs up behind us, tied our ankles together. Our knees were pulled forward and tied so that our cunts were wide open, exposed. They dragged us over to the cottonwood trees where you found us, adding more scrapes and cuts to our tits and bellies. After we were hung that way, they took switches and whipped our tits and cunts. I was screaming my head off; I could hear Elizabeth doing the same. She was still screaming when I finally passed out. **** When Ma and Elizabeth didn't show up by dusk, Pa and I rode over to the Hester ranch. Mrs. Hester was on the front porch, completely naked, with all the cowhands standing around listening to her explanation. We certainly were not expecting that! Pa briefly introduced us, and told her Ma and Elizabeth were missing. Mrs. Hester ordered her hands to saddle up and help Pa find them. It took less than 10 minutes for them to be ready to go. We all rode out the gate and headed down the trail, looking for signs. It got dark quickly, and we found nothing. They were out there somewhere, and it was obvious someone took them, otherwise there would be wagon tracks somewhere. Even in the rock-hard caliche, there should be some signs. We rode back to our ranch and fed the cowhands. All we could do now was wait until dawn. Pa didn't sleep all night; the rest of us dozed a little. It was barely light out when he rousted us and had us saddle the horses. Harold and Richard came with us this time. Pa had us split into two groups, one on either side of the trail. Off to one side there were low hills; the other side had a ravine off in the distance. I went with Pa's group toward the ravine. Pa called out for Ma as we rode up the creek bed. After a couple of hours, we heard a faint, "Here. We're here." Pa took off at a dead run, with us right behind him. When we found them, it was a sight I would remember forever. Elizabeth and Ma were hanging from two trees, about six feet off the ground. They were tied in such a way that their tits hung straight down and their cunts were clearly visible to us all. Pa jumped off his horse and ran to Ma. "No, Joseph. Slowly, very slowly. We're hurt really bad, and they shoved gourds inside us. Please let us down easy," Ma pleaded. "Elizabeth, is she alright? I couldn't see her from where they hung me, and she didn't answer when I called." "I'll check," Pa said, turning toward Elizabeth then back to Ma. "She's just passed out. She's breathing, but pretty bruised and scraped up. Let me get you down first since you're awake." Harold and Luther helped me and Pa get Ma down. They lowered her into our arms and we set her gently on the ground. She cried out as her raw tits touched the dirt. Pa and I quickly untied her so she could roll over; her back was not nearly as badly wounded as her front. As she lay back, her huge tits fell to either side of her chest. They were bruised and covered with welts, bleeding in spots; so were her inner thighs and crotch. I stayed with her as Pa helped the others get Elizabeth down. They untied her and carefully rolled her on her back. She was whipped in the same places as Ma. Elizabeth started to come around as Pa held her head up and gave her water. Ma asked us to carry her over by Elizabeth. She took her hand and squeezed it. "Elizabeth. Are you hurt bad, honey?" "I think I'm just beat up. It doesn't feel like anything's broken. My pussy and tits are throbbing. They sting, too." Elizabeth murmured. She turned her head to look at Ma. "That was really rough, wasn't it?" she asked. "Aunt Sara, it's going to hurt for awhile. But... but, I came a bunch of times when they were whipping my tits, and especially my cunt. I think that's why they kept doing it. Did you hear me cum, Aunt Sara?" "Yes, dear, I did hear you. I came several times myself. I got really excited when they flogged me, just like what happened with the Apaches. I didn't know how you'd take it, though. Are you sure you're alright?" Ma asked her. "I'll be fine in a couple of days, I'm sure. We've got to get these damn gourds out of us soon, though. I'm afraid we'll get infected. I have to... well, you know, I have to crap." The Mexicans took the horses but left the wagon. We put blankets in the wagon bed and set the women down in the back face up. They were too sore to cover, so we left them bare. Luther and Richard tied their horses to the hitch and we slowly started home. Luke went back to the Hester ranch with the rest of the hands to tell Mrs. Hester we found the women and their status. Harold and Pa rode ahead to our ranch to get blankets set out on the front porch along with the bandages and balm. They even had hot coffee available by the time we arrived with the wagon and the women. We used the blankets under them in the wagon as stretchers to lift them over to the porch and lay them down. The conversation turned to the best options for removing the gourds from their asses and pussies. They were so large, and jammed far up inside, it was not going to be easy to get them out of Ma and Elizabeth safely. "Let's get started," Ma ordered. "We need to get these gourds out of our cunts and asses before they do some real damage." She got down on her knees and elbows, pointing her asshole straight back at us in an up angle. We were going to remove rear-end gourds first, then those two in the pussies before we could tend to the other problems, the cuts, abrasions, welts and bruises. "Tommy, you have the smallest hands, so you'll need to do the removal. There's no way you could get your fingers around the gourds while they're inside us; at least not without ripping our holes wide open. So here's what you're going to do. Start with me to make sure it works," Ma began giving explicit instructions. "Get an awl from the shed. Start with the gourd in my ass. Very carefully scratch a hole in the shell big enough to slip your finger in. Curl your finger once it's inside and gently work it back and forth until it plops out. Harold and Luther can help by spreading the asshole opening as much as possible to get the damn thing out. If that works, I'll roll over and do the same thing on my cunt. Hurry so we can get these damn things out of Elizabeth, too." Ma got down on her elbows and knees. Her rectum and vagina were stretched to the point where I could see the tips of yellow gourds; but they weren't sticking out far enough to grip. Luther and Harold knelt next to her and with their fingers pulled the asshole farther open. Ma gasped and clenched her toes beneath me. "Do what you need to do, Tommy. I'll be alright. Boys, while you're stretching my ass try to hold me steady, too. I don't want to wiggle around too much with that awl next to my ass." I did as Ma instructed. They held her asshole open wide while I scraped a finger size hole in the visible portion of the gourd. I stuck my forefinger in, and used my thumb nail to get leverage on the outside of the gourd. Very slowly, I twisted the gourd in one direction then the opposite until it was half-way out. I was tempted to grab it and yank it straight out. But jagged edges would only rip Ma's rectum further. So I took my time to gently remove it from her ass. Ma had been holding her regular functions in for two days. I should not have been surprised when a small dark lump landed on the ground below her ass. She rolled over on her back. Luther pulled one leg out toward him; Harold got the other one. Ma was spread wider than I'd ever seen before. But with her laid out that way, I could see a little more of the gourd in her cunt. I scratched a hole in the visible portion, and repeated the procedure with the forefinger and thumb, twisting the gourd as we pulled it out. It made a swooshing sound followed by a loud pop when it finally got out. Pa and Luther began slowly smearing balm all over Ma's body, soothing the welts and reducing the burning sensation. Richard and Harold helped Elizabeth get on her knees and elbows then stretched her ass and held her firmly. I started with the rear gourd, too. In spite of her pain, she held her sense of humor. "So, Tommy, does you pulling gourds out of my private parts make us even for me pulling splinters out of your private parts?" She giggled, making me blush. "Yes, Elizabeth, I reckon that does even the score, doesn't it? Hold your ass still so I can get this out. Then I might take a little extra time getting the other one out of your pussy. I get the impression you get a lot of pleasure having something that big in your cunt." She cringed and whined as I put pressure on the gourd with the awl. "Oh, damn, that hurts! But I'm getting excited with you boys digging around like that. I may cum before you can get the other one out." Hardly a minute or two went by after she turned over on her back and spread her legs before she had a very loud orgasm. She squeezed Harold's and Richard's hands tightly, and began fucking the air while I sat between her legs and enjoyed the show. It must have been a big one. I held the awl away from her body until she was limp. It took longer to get hers out; not on purpose, Elizabeth's pussy was just tighter than Ma's While Harold was rubbing balm all over Elizabeth, Chester rode up to the cabin and told Pa that Mrs. Hester sent him to mind the cooking and chores until Miss Sara and Miss Elizabeth were back to themselves. Mrs. Hester thought it would be best if the picnic for this coming Saturday were postponed until Elizabeth and Sara had time to recover. Luke was to return with an answer. Ma was adamant; the picnic would continue as planned. The cowhands might not get exactly what they were expecting, but they would definitely be pleased with what would be made available to them. Bill and Luther would stay at the Hester ranch for the first part of the picnic, then switch with Stumpy and Zeke on guard the rest of the day. Luke returned a couple of hours later with Mrs. Hester's reply. She would arrive around midday on Friday to help with preparations for the Saturday picnic. After walking around her ranch naked, she was sure there could be a riot of horny cowhands if they did not find a sexual outlet by Saturday. No one else was aware at the time, but Mrs. Hester fully intended to be one of those outlets for her men as well as our Pa and us. **** Elizabeth and Ma were resting in the shade of the front porch when Mrs. Hester arrived just before noon with an escort of three cowboys. She was still naked, except for a wide-brimmed hat. I had only seen her from a distance when I rode to her ranch with Pa. Her sizeable tits flapped randomly as her horse trotted into the yard. I was coming out of the cabin, so I stepped forward and took the reins she handed down. Mrs. Hester very slowly pulled her right leg over to dismount; I was sure she paused long enough to give me a clear view of her crotch. Since she was still naked, so I didn't doubt there would be other opportunities to see her private parts up close. After smiling at me, she walked over and sat on the edge of the porch by Ma and Elizabeth. She leaned over and kissed each of them on the cheek, careful not to touch their battered bodies. Mrs. Hester surveyed them for a moment before settling back against the support post. "My god, ladies. I'm amazed you're still among the living. Looks like you got the ever loving crap beat out of you!" she exclaimed. "It looks a lot worse than it really is. Thank you so much for coming over, Evelyn," Ma said. "It's wonderful to be able to spend more time together. Elizabeth and I were discussing our visit on the way home, before we got stopped." "Do you mind telling me what happened? You were pretty open about the outlaws and Indians when we had lunch." Ma and Elizabeth took turns describing the experience with the Mexicans. I sat and listened; my morning chores were finished, and I was waiting for Chester to call us in for lunch. It was obvious their spirits were lifted by her arrival. They still cringed when they had to shift positions, but their conversation was much livelier than it had been. Chester greeted Mrs. Hester cheerfully as he brought their lunches out to them on the porch. "Tommy, please call your Pa and brothers in for lunch." After I yelled across to the corral, I turned and went in to the table. Pa stopped to welcome Mrs. Hester, and introduce her to my brothers. My regular seat gave me a clear profile of her sitting on the porch. From the side, her tits seemed large but not full, flatter against her chest. I guessed she was in her late 50s or early 60s, but still a very handsome woman. I had no experience with other women, so I wondered if ladies ever got to the point where they couldn't have sex, or maybe didn't want to anymore. I hoped that wasn't the case; I was fascinated by this relative stranger. As we finished and headed out for our afternoon tasks, I overheard part of their conversation, discussing tomorrow's activities. It was a relief to see Ma and Elizabeth laughing and having a good time. Things would be back to normal soon. **** Pa and I headed to the cabin for dinner. Richard and Harold were already waiting on the porch. The women were walking back from the pond, soaking wet. Ma said the cool water helped reduce the throbbing. They were still laughing and chatting in an animated fashion. Richard added an extra chair at the table for Mrs. Hester; the cowhands returned to her ranch earlier in the day. Ma and Pa were at the ends of the table; Mrs. Hester sat across from me. In spite of every effort not to, I continued to stare at her breasts. They were just different from Elizabeth's and Ma's. I couldn't help wondering if they got harder or softer as a woman aged. Casual conversation carried on as Chester cleared the table. All of a sudden, Mrs. Hester lifted her tits, leaned forward and dropped them on the table right in front of me! "Well, now you boys can get a closer look at my big titties," she stated in a matter of fact manner. The women all burst out laughing; the rest of us looked peevish, except for Pa. He must have been on the joke. Ma could hardly control herself; she finally explained: "I told Evelyn about the night I dropped my tits on the table and said the same thing to you boys. I wish you could have seen the looks on your faces." She and Elizabeth gently laid their bruised tits on the table, too. "Now you have a full set to examine," Elizabeth giggled. That started another round of laughter. "Our butt's are getting sore again. Let's go back on the porch so we can lie down," Ma said. Pa took a couple of chairs out for him and Mrs. Hester. The boys sat at the edge of the porch, waiting for the conversation to resume. "I told Evelyn what we did the first night, how I let you feel my body all over, and what we did after that. She's only had sex with Mr. Hester, and he passed away awhile back. The naked experience is new to her, of course. But she's uncertain how she would be sexually, not sure whether she could still respond to a man's touch. Elizabeth and I assured her that she was still very attractive. And I can't think of any reason she wouldn't enjoy fucking as much as she ever did. When she does it with more than one man at a time, she'll probably get even more pleasure from it. Elizabeth and I talked with her about it this afternoon." Naked Sara's Ch. 05: Social Calls Mrs. Hester sat in the chair next to Pa; she still sat with her knees together, just as Ma used to do before she got naked. She was nervously looking at us boys, not sure how we would react to Ma's discussion. Ma paused and looked up at Mrs. Hester. "You're welcome to speak your mind. You didn't judge us, and no one here is going to judge you." She cleared her throat before saying anything. "I enjoyed the time this afternoon more than I have in many, many years. Sara and Elizabeth are amazing, wonderful women. I never had any female friends before. Other than my folks and Mr. Hester, the only people I've ever been close to worked for me. Most of them are pretty damn fine people; been with me for years." "Well, the long and short of the story is, that I would like to find out what it's like to be with other men. My cowhands are coming tomorrow for the picnic. After we had lunch at my place, I fully intended to be part of the picnic activities. Your Ma and cousin are too badly hurt to do what they did last time. So, I'd like to be able to do it all on my own tomorrow. Sara and Elizabeth will be there to guide me of course, but I didn't want that to be my first experience... since Mr. Hester. I'd appreciate it if you would be willing to do me tonight." Mrs. Hester looked at us in a sheepish, bashful manner. "I understand if you're not interested. I'm not exactly appealing, I know. I'm older than your Ma, and these are a lot flabbier," she said as she lifted then dropped her tits. I looked at my folks, then my brothers. I didn't think she was unattractive at all. She sat there naked, but with her legs together and hands in her lap. Mrs. Hester was still old-fashioned; I wondered how long that would last. "What do you boys think?" Ma asked. "Could you fuck her if you had to?" Pa and the women burst out laughing. "You didn't have to put it that way, did you, Sara? I was hoping to convince at least one of your boys to do me. I might just surprise him," Evelyn chided. Mrs. Hester stood up from the chair to give us a complete look, clearly signaling her modesty was fading quickly. Her breasts dropped toward the outside of her chest. Her cleavage area was well-defined, with a sharp inverted "V" at the top. The right side hung a little lower than the left one. Her nipples were the size of thumb tips, but the areoles were dark. There was a well-defined line around her middle, just above her wispy, thin and slightly graying pubic hair. Other creases ran from the tops of her thighs down to the bottom of her crotch, defining the outer lips of her vagina. The center of her slit was dark at the top, with muddy-brown inner lips protruding about half an inch below. Her upper arms had wrinkled a little with age; her hips, thighs and rear-end also sagged somewhat. However, the fact that she stood in front of us completely naked overcame any otherwise discouraging aspects of her appearance. It was only the third nude woman I'd ever seen, so it was still a source of great fascination. My sexual experience was limited to Ma and my cousin, so I wasn't ready to judge Mrs. Hester from appearances alone. That was a lesson that would serve me well the rest of my life. When it came to sex, physical beauty with a bad attitude toward sex was pretty much useless. I would always prefer a plain woman with enthusiasm and no inhibitions. If a woman possessed magnificent looks and loved to fuck, like Elizabeth that was the best of all worlds. Harold was the first to move; he walked behind her and reached around, cupping a tit in each hand. He lifted and squeezed them gently, circling his thumbs around the nipples. Mrs. Hester responded almost immediately, moaning and leaning her head back against his shoulder. I decided to go next. I knelt in front of her, placing my hands on her hips. I bent forward and nuzzled my face in her pubic hair. I started kissing her pussy all over before running my tongue up the slit. I sucked in the wrinkled inner cunt lips and swirled my tongue around. Mrs. Hester put her hands on the back of my head, running her hands through my hair. Her pelvis moved back and forth just a little, encouraging me to continue. Before long, I noticed the inside of her pussy getting wetter; the taste got muskier, pleasantly similar to Ma's. "If you boys don't mind, I think I better lie down before my knees get too wobbly," Mrs. Hester murmured. She moved to a blanket next to Ma and Elizabeth on the porch. With her knees pointed outwards, she said, "I'm ready to fuck, if you're still interested boys." Harold moved down to suck on a tit while I crawled between her legs, dropping my britches to my ankles. Mrs. Hester was even wetter than I thought; after she guided my penis to the opening, it slipped in all the way. Harold backed away, and I carefully lay all the way down on top of her. She kissed my cheek and put her hands on my ass. "Thank you for doing this, Tommy. You're only my second man, you know." "Yes, Ma'am," was all I could think to say. I began thrusting lightly at first, until she started moving enthusiastically in rhythm with me. Her eyes were closed; Ma usually had hers open, looking around. It occurred to me that Mrs. Hester never before had people watching her fuck. Ma hadn't either until the outlaws did her. Except for the one time the boy in Baltimore quickly came on her, Elizabeth had always had an audience. I held tightly to her shoulders as I delivered my load; she wrapped her arms around me and continued to pump her crotch to make sure I was drained as much as possible. I lay still for a couple of minutes, enjoying the feeling of her under me. As I carefully withdrew and started to back away, she took my face in her hands and said, "Thank you, young man." Now her eyes were open again. Mrs. Hester reached between her legs and ran a finger over her slit, raised it to her mouth and licked it clean. "It's been a very long time, Tommy. I'd forgotten what it felt like, and how it tasted." She was smiling now, apparently no longer self-conscious about getting fucked in front of my family. Her feet were wide apart, but her knees were no longer raised high; her tits hung off to the sides of her chest. She looked across at Ma and Elizabeth. "Alright, that was my first public fuck. I'm fine now; got over my jitters. It sounds funny to say this, but I'm perfectly content to lie here naked with cum dripping out of my cunt. I don't care who sees me anymore. It's a wonderful feeling." "I thought you might take to it. You're starting to talk naughty, too," Ma chided. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't even think about it!" Mrs. Hester gasped. Then she got the joke. "In my current condition I doubt anybody's going to care what I say, Sara. I'd rather have them looking at me than listening to me, if you must know." We were all still laughing when Harold got between her legs and slid inside. "This time I'm going to keep my eyes open and see what it feels like to have people watching." She kissed Harold on the lips; it was a long kiss. "I could get used to this, Sara," she said looking over at Ma. "You're always welcome over here, Evelyn. Elizabeth and I are happy to share our fellas. I hope you'll keep sharing yours, too. Now that you remember what it feels like to get fucked, you're probably going to let your cowhands get to you every night. Especially after tomorrow, if you're planning to let all of them have a turn, that is," Ma inquired. "Let's see how I do tonight. If I can handle you're four guys, I'd like to try for everyone at the picnic, including your husband and sons again if they're still interested by then. I may need to take it slow, though; give my pussy a chance to get used to all the activity," Mrs. Hester said. She didn't take very long to get comfortable carrying on a conversation while somebody was fucking her. The more time I spent with her, the more amazing she became. Perhaps it was just that she was the first non-relative I had sex with that made her fascinating. Maybe it was just the novelty of it, since we'd already been doing Ma and Elizabeth for awhile. Either way, I enjoyed fucking her and sitting there watching her get fucked. Since she'd tasted my cum, I didn't think she would be opposed to sucking on us, but I didn't know if she'd ever done it in the ass with Mr. Hester. Richard took his turn, then Pa. By then my pecker was back up. "Do you think we could do it again, Mrs. Hester? I mean, if you aren't already tired out," I asked. "I may be old, Tommy. But my pussy seems to still be working just fine, thank you," she scolded. "Oh, no. I didn't mean it that way," I exclaimed in embarrassment. She started laughing, joined by my folks. The joke was on me this time. "Next time you don't need to ask, young man. Just get between my legs and start doing me. If I'm standing up, all you boys have to do is squeeze a tit. I'll get the idea." Mrs. Hester raised her knees and spread her legs. I didn't need a second invitation. Pa and my brothers each did her again before we called it a night. We sat talking for another hour or so. Ma and Elizabeth talked with Mrs. Hester about tomorrow's activities. When it was time to turn in, they decided to stay on the porch. We brought out extra blankets and started back in the cabin. "Tommy, would you mind sleeping with me tonight?" Mrs. Hester asked. "You were the first man since my husband. It would mean a lot if we could hold each other under the covers. I can understand if you don't want to lay here with an old woman. If you're not interested, I won't be offended. I'm really sloppy down there, too. I could wash up first if you'd rather." "I would like that very much, Mrs. Hester," I replied. That would be a first for me, too. I'd never slept all night with Ma or Elizabeth. It would be a new experience; maybe she wouldn't mind if I felt her up before we fell asleep. I got naked and climbed under the blanket next to her. She lay on her side, put an arm and leg over me; I felt the goo from her cunt against my hip. After everyone had settled down and things got quiet, Mrs. Hester moved down until her face was in my crotch. She started kissing me all around down there. She took my pecker in her hand and kissed the tip, and looked up at me. "Do you mind if I suck on this?" she asked. I didn't know what to say, so I just shook my head. This was an unexpected surprise. She sucked and licked until I was ready to explode again. "Mrs. Hester," I whispered, "I have to, you know. I'm about ready." She smiled and said, "That's quite alright, Tommy. I've done this part before, I mean, with Mr. Hester. Just let it go when you're ready; I'll be fine." She wrapped her lips around my penis again and continued sucking until I came in her mouth. Just like with Ma and Elizabeth, she was able to swallow everything. She kept sucking until I was empty, then licked it up and down until it was clean. When she slid back up and put her arm and leg over me again, she kissed me. "Does that bother you, Tommy? I mean, kissing me? Even when I still have your cum on my tongue?" "No. I've tasted cum before, when the outlaws were here, and when Pa and my brothers fuck the women. I don't reckon it makes much difference whether it's mine or not. Can we kiss again? I've never really kissed Ma or Elizabeth, not in that way, I mean." Mrs. Hester didn't answer, but put her lips on mine and slipped her tongue in my mouth. That was definitely something new! Her hand was between us again, fondling my limp pecker. I could feel her tits squished against me, and her slick crotch against my hip. It didn't take too long before my dick was interested again. I was lying on my back. Mrs. Hester rose up and straddled me, guiding me inside. "You just lay there and relax. I'll do the work this time," she whispered. I watched as her tits flopped up and down in the moonlight on the porch. It took awhile for me to cum this time; she made it three times before I gave out for the fourth time that night. She collapsed on top of me and kissed me again before rolling off and cuddling up next to me. "Maybe it's time you started calling me Evelyn. In fact, all the boys who fuck me should probably call me by my first name," she giggled. "At least I hope they will. That way I don't sound so old." "Yes, Ma'am. Evelyn," I muttered happily before dropping off to sleep with her wrapped around me. Sometime in the middle of the night, she woke me up to do it one more time. I was still drowsy, so she climbed on top again. It was dark out and everyone else was asleep, so we were quiet. She took her time, long enough for us to both have a huge one together. When I woke up in the morning, the women were already down at the pond helping Mrs. Hester... Evelyn, get cleaned up before our guests arrived for the picnic. **** All three women were still dripping wet from their baths and still giggling as they joined us for breakfast. They continued chattering excitedly until we started clearing the table and moved out to the porch. "Tommy and Richard, would you please put salve on me and Elizabeth before our guests arrive?" Ma asked as she lay back on a blanket next to my cousin. Richard went into the cabin to get the balm; I knelt beside Ma. He took a scoop and handed me the jar. Mrs. Hester sat on the edge of the porch brushing her hair. When we finished rubbing in the balm, Ma and Elizabeth started fussing with Mrs. Hester's hair. They cut some off the sides to make it even, right at her shoulders. They left bangs over her eyes which made her look a little younger, as did plucking excess eyebrows. Elizabeth pulled Evelyn's hair back and placed a tie around it; bright purple, in a pretty bow. She handed me a bottle of skin lotion she'd brought with her from Baltimore and instructed me to rub it into Mrs. Hester all over so she'd look, feel and smell good all at the same time. Mrs. Hester stood with her legs apart and arms straight out from her sides. I started at the wrist on one side, moved up the arm across the shoulders, then back down the other arm and hand. I went over at the back of her neck, working my way down her back to her butt and hips. She giggled when I slipped a lotioned hand up her rear crack; I hoped there would be interest in that territory tonight. We all stood and walked off the porch as the cowhands rode toward us. Ma reached over and tweaked Mrs. Hester's nipples to make them stand out, then fluffed out her pubic hair and smiled. Luke and Zeke were in the lead. They tipped their hats and said, "Good afternoon ladies." They got down to get closer looks at Ma and Elizabeth. Their skin was still glistening from the balm rub-downs. Luke said, "Miss Sara, you two look a whole lot better than the other day. We'll understand if you don't feel like doing anything today. The boys and I talked about it, and we'd be fine with a picnic and y'alls company." "Well, thank you, Luke. Elizabeth and I very much appreciate your consideration. We are still pretty sore, so it would be better if we waited until next time. We do have another pretty lady right here who would like your attention, however. Mrs. Hester has offered to sit in for us today. Although, I don't imagine she'll be sitting very often," Ma chuckled. The looks on the cowboys' faces were incredible. At first they stared at Mrs. Hester, then looked away in embarrassment. Then she put them at ease. "It's quite alright, boys. If I was worried about you seeing my private parts I would keep them covered up like I used to. I was hoping some of you might want to fuck me today, so I don't think seeing me naked is that much of a problem." The boys looked even more astonished. "Could you repeat that, please, Mrs. Hester?" Zeke mumbled. The women glanced at each other and laughed. Elizabeth said, "Zeke, she said she wants to fuck any of you who might be interested. She was a bit worried that you might not see her as being attractive because of her age. Evelyn has an old pussy, but it's still a good working pussy. Ask Tommy." I blushed as Elizabeth winked at me. "It was... very good. I liked it a lot. It felt very good," I stuttered. "Let's go get things set up in back of the cabin while you boys sort out who wants to do Evelyn first," Pa said as he turned to lead the way. The hands tied up their horses along the corral fence and followed us. Behind the three women, I noticed Ma's and Evelyn's butts wobbled a lot as they walked. Elizabeth's was tight and small in comparison. The men stripped off their clothes and headed for the water to join the women. Most of them covered their crotches with their hats until they were in the water, still bashful around Mrs. Hester. Ma and Elizabeth took them two-by-two and paraded them in front of Mrs. Hester, lifting the men's peckers and wiggling them at her. It didn't take much wiggling until they stuck straight out. Everyone got out and walked to the blankets. Elizabeth and Ma lay down; Mrs. Hester stood in front of the men. "Most of you have known me a long time, and I realize this is really different for all of us. I won't be offended if you don't want to do me. Either way, whether you do me or not, I'm not going to let it affect how we work together on the ranch. You'll just have to get used to seeing me naked all the time. Everything else should be the same." She looked over her shoulder at Ma, seeking encouragement. Ma nodded; Mrs. Hester took a deep breath and turned back toward the men. "Sara told me that she and Elizabeth let you get up and touch them all over before you fucked them. I think that's a good idea, especially since it's a new way of seeing each other. Step up one at a time. And just because you feel my pussy doesn't mean you have to fuck it. It's quite alright if you change your mind," Mrs. Hester said. Little Billy was the first to scramble up to her, with his erection leading the way. She set her feet a little wider apart, put her hands on her hips and quietly told him, "Go ahead, Billy." He looked her in the eyes, then down at her breasts. He slowly reached out with both hands and lifted a tit in each. "Them are nice and big, Mrs. Hester." He took a moment longer to fondle them and play with her nipples. Billy dropped his hands to his side, not sure what to do next. Mrs. Hester reached out and placed his right hand in her crotch. She rubbed it up and down a couple of times. "It's wet now, Billy. You can put your fingers in if you want." This time he didn't hesitate. He fingered her for about three minutes, and then pulled out. "Could you turn around, Mrs. Hester? I mean, if it's alright, I'd like to take a look back there, too." "Of course, Billy." Mrs. Hester turned and bent over, pulling her cheeks apart just like Ma had shown her. Billy touched her rim, then lowered his hand and fingered her pussy again from the backside. She was moving back and forth against his hand; her large flat tits hung low and swayed in rhythm like a pendulum. "Thanks, Ma'am. I guess I better let somebody else have a turn at touching you," Billy blushed as he turned to sit down. Luke was next. Everyone took a turn fingering and fondling Mrs. Hester. I was pretty sure by that time no one would turn her down when she lay on her back, legs spread wide. In fact, she didn't even have to say anything. Billy rushed back to be the first to fuck her. He knelt between her legs and ran the tip of his pecker up and down her slit to get it wet. "Miss Sara taught us that, Ma'am. So the end won't be dry when we go inside," he murmured as he lay on top of her and proceeded. It didn't take long before Billy was grunting and slowing down. He looked up after he came in her. She took his cheeks in her hands, kissed his forehead and said, "Thank you, Billy." Stumpy moved into position, mumbling something about going back to guard the ranch in the afternoon and didn't want to miss the opportunity. Mrs. Hester reached out and guided him into her pussy, commenting, "I don't think this is the reason they call you Stumpy, is it? Your penis is admirable in fact." She moaned and wrapped her arms around him as he pushed all the way in. Naked Sara's Ch. 05: Social Calls Chester was next, which surprised me. I thought he would be the most shy about doing Mrs. Hester. After he finished, I went with him to the cabin and helped him get things ready for the picnic. "On occasion, though not very often, I have seen Mrs. Hester undressed. I tended to her when she was sick; I washed her when she had fevers, Chester confided. "After Mr. Hester passed, there was no one else to do it. So she trusted me. Always thought she was a beautiful woman, but never imagined I would be doing something like this with her. That day she got naked on the porch with your ma and Miss Elizabeth really took me by surprise. She had always been kind of quiet and proper, you know? When Miss Elisabeth asked me to do her right there in front of your ma and Mrs. Hester, I still wasn't sure that Mrs. Hester would want to do that with different men. But she's acting twenty years younger, Tommy. After Mr. Hester died, I thought she was just going to get old and die, too. But now I think she's going to be around for awhile. At least I hope so!" He made me chuckle. "Yes, I hope so too, Chester." By the time we had things set up and ready to eat, there were only two men still waiting their turn. Mrs. Hester had her eyes open, looking around and smiling at all of us watching her get fucked. She had another loud, shouting orgasm; we had heard three previous ones when we were in the cabin. Ma praised her, saying "Around here we call that 'howling like a coyote.' We got that from the gunman, Sanchez. It's nice to let the boys know they're appreciated, though." While the cowboys took turns with Mrs. Hester, the rest of us were spread out on blankets around the back yard, talking about the coming season, who was going to do the branding, and the ongoing debate about Appaloosas. Some said they were the best quarter horses around; others thought they were too ornery to be trusted or really tamed. Everyone was still naked, but somehow that seemed normal. Ma and Elizabeth sat up to eat, but the welts on their breasts and thighs were still conspicuous. After the hands finished, Mrs. Hester sat with a white puddle between her legs; that was conspicuous as well. She didn't seem to notice, or at least didn't mind it. Everyone was stunned when Mrs. Hester walked over and laid down next to Little Billy; everybody but me, that is. She scooted down and gently took hold of his pecker, then kissed the tip. "Billy, would it bother you if I sucked on this awhile?" He couldn't say a word; just shook his head. She put her lips around it and started going up and down. Elizabeth crawled over to Zeke and took his black penis into her mouth. If he was going to grumble about it, she didn't give him much time. It didn't seem likely he would complain, though. Ma crawled next to Stumpy, and said, "How about if I take care of you before you have to go back and relieve the boys at the ranch?" At first he objected. "Uh, Miss Sara. That's been inside Mrs. Hester's, well... you know." Other than Pa and us, I don't think anyone had gotten their peckers sucked on before. It seemed like the same thought occurred to Ma. "I've already tasted peckers after they've been Elizabeth, so it's nothing to be concerned with, Stumpy. And when you boys cum, we want you to cum inside our mouths. We'll be ready for it; we've all done this before. After we suck you dry and clean you off, we'll move on to the next man. Our tits and cunts may be broken for a little while, but Elizabeth and I still have mouths that work." When they finished the last man, they crawled back to their blankets. Mrs. Hester lay next to the big puddle from her pussy. Ma and Elizabeth slithered over to her, grabbed handfuls of the cum and started smearing on Mrs. Hester's tits and crotch. They were laughing and giggling like school girls while we sat there and watched. Finally, Mrs. Hester sat up and said, "Let me go wash all this off in case any of these cowboys want another ride. Luther and Bill should be along anytime now, too." She stayed busy 'til dusk. The cowhands thanked us, saddled up and rode back to the Hester ranch. Mrs. Hester lay on her back, looking up at the night sky. Her feet were flat on the ground, but her arms and legs were spread out. "Tommy, there is one more thing we talked about with Evelyn this morning," Ma said quietly. "Go ahead and ask him, Evelyn." "Uh, Tommy. You're ma told me that she and Elizabeth had orgasms when men did them... in the rear. I've never had that kind of experience before, which you probably already figured out," Mrs. Hester paused, then looked up at me. "I'd like to try that, Tommy. With you." I was excited about the opportunity, but I stuttered. "You want me to... do you... in the ass?" "I want to see what it feels like, that's all. I've been thinking about it since the first day your ma and Elizabeth came to visit." she said. "I know it's going to hurt a little, Tommy. But Sara and Elizabeth said they couldn't help themselves; they both have huge orgasms. I'll tell you to stop if it gets too much, I promise." I glanced at Ma and Pa. They just nodded. Mrs. Hester rolled over on her stomach, reached back and pulled her cheeks apart as Ma crawled over next to her. By the time I got behind her, Ma was scooping cum from between Mrs. Hester's legs and lubricating her asshole. She gently circled a finger around the outside, and then worked it in to the knuckle. Ma pulled back and inserted two, then three fingers. Mrs. Hester cringed and groaned, but didn't tell her to stop. I reached down and slid the tip of my dick along the crease between her cheeks before easing the head into the hole. Mrs. Hester gulped, and then nodded. So I slowly pushed it all the way in. I looked down at her. "Just keep going until I ask you to stop. Do it a little harder each time," she said as she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. I pumped her a little harder, harder still. She hadn't asked me to stop. She raised her hips and cried out, but didn't tell me to stop. It didn't take her long to have an orgasm, then another. By then I made it, too, carefully withdrawing my pecker. She rolled over and looked at me, then up at Elizabeth and Ma. "Sara was right, and so was Elizabeth. That was an incredible experience. Thank you, Tommy." "Now, it's my turn to give you some more pleasure, young man." Mrs. Hester covered my penis with her mouth and began sucking, cleaning me off. I wasn't yet ready to cum again, but thoroughly enjoyed the feeling. Everyone started gathering things to take inside She was too tired to do anything but cover up with the blankets and so we slept together under the stars. She draped her arm and leg over me, and I felt the comfort of her wet cunt dripping on my hip again. Mrs. Hester was an extraordinary woman after all.