Barbara Lindenwood stood at the kitchen sink, washing the lunch dishes. Her 19-year-old nephew Richard, and her 18-year-old niece Abigail, could sure pack away the food. She smiled, she didn't mind, having them on the ranch for the summer was a huge help.
Richard was young and strong and had no trouble handling the chores that needed some muscle and brawn, while Abigail had taken to the less strenuous chores, like collecting the eggs, milking the cows, and cleaning out the stalls with a zeal that made her look like she'd been doing this all her life.
Only 1 PM and the mercury was up to 88 degrees already. Looked like the heat wave wasn't ready to break just yet, and with it being the last week of June, she hoped the whole summer wasn't going to be a giant sweatbox. She'd been a farm girl ever since she was born, and at the age of 45, she couldn't imagine doing anything else with her life.
The A/C was helping to keep the heat down to a tolerable level in the house, and so were the red shorts she was wearing, leaving her legs bare, and a red and white checked shirt that was knotted up to just below her breasts, with the top two buttons undone, leaving her midriff bare. The heat was taking her along, down a track from two years ago....
His name had been Clint Lombard, he was 25 years old, and she'd hired him as the lead ranch hand. He had shown that he knew how to take charge, and the other ranch hands operated like a well-oiled machine, with Clint there to direct them and make them work.
The other ranch hands lived in the nearby town and went home in the late afternoon, but Clint stayed at the ranch, to tend to any emergencies that may arise after hours. There was a smaller guest house behind the main house, that Clint stayed in.
It was just past 5 PM, and Clint had gone upstairs to take a shower, just before Barbara started making dinner. She went upstairs to get a tablecloth, and just as she turned down towards the linen closet, the bathroom door opened, and Clint stepped out. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, they both froze and stared at each other. He had a well-developed six-pack, strong sturdy abs, she couldn't help it, her eyes went lower and locked onto the bulge below the towel, watching as it got bigger. Her breath caught, my god, it must be huge.
Clint had been eyeing her too, she was hot. Her shoulder-length red hair, jade green eyes, nice big jugs, those sexy tanned legs, that he'd admired many times during the hot summer days, nice curvy waist, he'd stroked the meat several times, imagining that he was fucking her.
Clint saw her looking right at his cock area, he grinned and dropped the towel.
Barbara gasped as she saw his cock. Thick and steely, it was easily 9 inches long and curved slightly upwards. She stared, mesmerized, she had never seen such a big beauty, let alone had one that size inside her, it was a whopper. The idea of that huge pussy splitter opening her up made her face flush, and she could feel a pulse of heat traveling right to her pussy.
It had been 5 years since she'd had a man inside her, not that she was unattractive. Clint's cock was proof of her attractiveness, it was just with the ranch being more of a full-time job than anything else, she hadn't had the time to find a lover. Her fingers and her vibrator took care of her needs, but now, with the real thing just a few feet away, her pussy was a lust-filled center of heat, and her panties were soaked with her juices.
"Do you like what you see, Ms. Lindenwood?" he asked softly.
Barbara felt tongue-tied, but she managed to form, "Oh yes, I like it very much."
He took a step forward, and that huge pussy pleaser was inches from her, the head almost touching her.
"Like to feel it?"
Her hands reached out, and she grasped that big stick. She felt the throb of his cock in her hands, the need, the overwhelming urge to have that huge cock deep inside her. She took him towards her bedroom, one hand still wrapped around that cock.
Closing the door behind them, she whispered "Now, strip me, call me Barbara, and fuck me. I need it, my god, I feel like I'm gonna explode if you don't!"
Clint easily slipped her clothes off, with her stripped down naked and ready for action, his cock was at full extension. Oh yeah, her big melons were perfect, big, round silver dollar-sized nipples, stiff, erect and reddened, needing attention. She kept her pubic patch of red hair trimmed down to a neat, uniform patch.
He had a massive thing for redheads, redheaded muffs just drove him wild. He pulled her body close, and his mouth descended on her breasts, tongue licking, lips tasting, Barbara let out a cry of pleasure as she felt his lips wrap around first one nipple, then the other. His mouth switched back and forth, sucking, licking, and nibbling gently on her hard, achy, throbbing nipples.
Barbara could feel the zings of hot pleasure shooting straight from her tits to her pussy. She moaned, and was just about to shove her hand into her pussy, and finger her clit, my god, she was creaming like a teenager, right on the brink, when Clint took care of that.
He needed to taste her redheaded pubic patch, and Barbara quickly found herself on her back, Clint's hands pushing her legs up and apart, spread wide as Clint dove in, eager to taste her.
Just the first two swipes of his tongue across her twitching clit brought it on, she howled with relief as her pussy convulsed, hard, her first orgasm rocketing through her. He kept licking at her, his tongue was like a paintbrush, and he was the master artist as he gave her throbbing cunt a pussy licking as she'd never had. He quickly brought her back up, and she squealed with pleasure as she felt her second orgasm slam into her, which was quickly followed by a 3rd.
He raised up, she saw his stiff cock, 9 inches of prime, granite-hard cock, ready to open her up.
"Fuck me, fuck me, oh god, FUCK ME!" she cried.
