After letting her roommates and their friends gangbang her, it got weird. They became immature. They thought they could fuck her anytime they wanted, or bring over friends to fuck her. She liked it at first, but they were getting too cocky with her.
And if her parents ever found out, she would probably lose her inheritance. Time to be more discreet and responsible with her life, so she moved out. Sal wept. Briggs could care less, since he already had plenty of girls to bang when he pleased. Sri seemed relieved, as he was the only one who seemed to regret the experience.
Oh well, time to move back home with her parents on the Sand Ranch. She missed being around horses and closer to the open beach.
So back to good, honest work scrubbing down horses, moving hay, repairing the fences, painting and roofing, and whatever else her dad and mom had her doing. She still worked in town four days a week waitressing at the bar and grill.
Then her parents left the ranch to her. The moment they left, she made sure all the gates were locked, stripped, and did her work naked in cowgirl boots and a utility belt. The sun felt so good on her bare skin as she worked. And the drudgery, sweat, grime, and toil was so better without clothes as well.
When she was done for the day, she bathed in a trough near her bedroom, in her own little courtyard private even from her parents. With the afternoon sun waning, she then got her saddle and mounted a horse naked.
Padre Island was really just a long sandbar, divided into the north and south. Since beaches were considered highways, people can drive on the beach, and that was the only way to access the rest of the island from the City of South Padre Island at the southern tip. It was an average of only about a mile wide, but over a hundred miles long, interrupted by a canal for access to the bay area. The west was the bay, and many swamps along the shore, and shallow water for hundreds of feet. To the east was the Gulf of Mexico, where waves crashed onto the sand, and cars drove up and down it day and night.
She loved riding nude. Her dark Spanish skin gleaming in the sunlight as she rode through sand and grass, exploring the dunes. On weekdays it was hardly crowded at all, so she dared dismounting and running naked into the waves for a swim as the sun went down.
When she saw headlights in the distance, she ran back to her horse, leapt on, and went into the grassy dunes out of sight where no cars could follow.
On top of one of the larger dunes, she watched the sun set, her bare ass on dry sand. Then she lied back and closed her eyes, and masturbated slowly, her fingers exploring her shaved, wet pussy.
She thought of Tom, Orcus, and Apollo way too much, and how they had all taken turns with their huge dicks in her ass. Her anus quivered just from thinking on it. A dad and his hillbilly sons in the Hill Country of Texas.
Touching her nipples made them hard. She wished someone could suck on them. Her fingers slipped in and out of her slit and played over her clitoris.
Her orgasm made her shudder and curl her toes, but it could never be as intense as getting fucked and filled with cum.
Then she fell asleep under the perfect, warm night.
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The next day while she was riding around in the buff, a black sedan honked its horn at the gate. "Pendejos, what do they want?"
She thought about getting clothes first, but was feeling naughty and rode up to the gate. Three men got out of the car and gaped at her. Martina knew she had to be quite a sight. A dark Latina with a naked petite figure holding a rifle, sexy long legs and perky tits wearing a cowboy hat. She only hoped they weren't friends of her parents.
"Well howdy," said a man that reminded her of Matthew McConaughey in a broad cowboy hat. "I wasn't expecting such a charming and underclothed senorita. Might Senor Balli be in?"
She spoke Spanish instead, asking who was asking.
The gringo surprised her by speaking Spanish with a Spanish accent, very formal and educated. The other two men were lean, young men wearing sunglasses, white cowboy hats, and looking like cops. All three dressed in suits. Business man with guards maybe?
"We are with the bank, senorita. Developers for Campbell Ranch. We were hoping for a tour of the island and heard you had the means and a guide here. Ranch at the end of the road."
Mm, rich white people, she mused. She smelled money and opportunity. She spoke English after that.
"Then you came to the right place. I have a jeep and I grew up on this island. When did you plan on this?"
The man grinned. "Now if you're willing. I have five hundred dollars for the rest of the day, if that works. More if we can camp for the night with you. Though I was expecting..."
"A Texan man with experience at camping?" Then she leveled her rifle at a crow on the power line and fired. With a bang, an explosion of black feathers, she looked back at the man smugly.
He chuckled. "Something like that. Nice shot. I am impressed," he now said in a Texas drawl more accustomed to the wealthy and powerful oil barons of Texas."
She dismounted, boots hitting the sand, rifle back over her shoulders, and a belt full of tools around her waist. She unlocked the padlock of the gate, then opened it wide. Then she went up to the man and smiled.
"I'm Jason Morgan, ma'am. These are my associates, Frank Dumont and Vincente Armand. And you are? e?"
"Senorita Martina Longoria Balli, direct descendant of Padre Balli who once owned all this land."
She extended her hand, and he took it, towering above her with cold, blue eyes and a barely contained storm of muscular masculinity beneath his black suit and tie.
"A pleasure to meet you, Senorita Balli. Is this a good day to do this? We have our things in the trunk, and just need a place to change our clothes."
"As good a day as any. Pull into that barn over there. You'll find a place to change there. I'll go get ready. One hour."
Then she walked over back to her horse, knowing they were staring at her firm, bubbly round ass, and then mounted up again.
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She loved driving the beach, and drove as fast as she dared to scare the shit out of her three rich white tourists. She wore only a bikini and her cowboy hat, good enough for the public domain of the island. Her tits bounced as the jeep bounced on the sand.
The three of them looked pretty good for white boys. Muscular, lean, and tanned in their bathing suits and t-shirts, and sunglasses. Jason did all the talking, telling them about plans and investments they were thinking of making in the area.
She could care less. They had tried to develop the island more in the past, but hurricanes and made a ruin out of it, and the debris of that disaster still lied all over the beach and half buried in the sand. Tons of plastics, broken things, a few ruined boats, and in the past three Spanish ships with treasure, two of which had been found. The place was a graveyard of destroyed ships and former towns.
Miles and miles of sand she drove, until at long last they arrived to the official nude part of it. She stopped, got out of the jeep, and took off her bikini.
"It's the nude part, boys. I don't wear clothes unless I have to. You three can do as you please, of course."
They had already seen her naked, but they stared at her as if they had forgotten all over again. Jason was already forming a bulge in his bathing suit, which amused her. She didn't plan on fucking them, but who knows.
