by JJ Joella
“We’re here for the luggage, Ma’am,” one of them said to Cali as he put his big hand on her shoulder and gave her a squeeze.
“But I’m not done with mah overview,” said Sally.
“I can brief this pretty little filly for ya,” said the taller of the two men. Then he turned to Cali and gave her a million-megawatt smile.
“Howdy, my name is Travis. Where’s your luggage, gal? I’d like to show you to your bungalow.”
Cali was used to carrying her own bags, but the cowboy’s offer was irresistible.
“Right over here,” she cooed as she led him to two oversized suitcases. Travis lifted them easily and then led the girl-cop off toward what looked like a cozy little bungalow across the way.
Before the second cowboy could make a move, Danny Diddle rushed for their bags, lifted them, said; "I’ll get these,” and struggled out the door.
Candy gave the remaining cowboy a wink and a shrug.
“Maybe later, precious,” he said to her.
“You’ll need these, Mrs. Diddle,” Sally added as she held out a packet of information and a key.
“Thanks,” Candy said. “See you around, cowboy,” she added, and then she rushed after her husband, pointing out their little bungalow as she went.
“Well, sweetheart,” said the cowboy as he turned toward Sally, “guess it’s just you and me, then.”
Sally batted her eyelashes and smiled at him. That arrangement’s jes fine with me, stud,” she said.
CHAPTER THREE
DANNY IN DISTRESS
Candy and Danny had unpacked and put their things away in two dressers that sat against the far wall of their little bungalow. Having just arrived they were totally unaware of the evil plans that were already starting to work against them. They were happy and looking forward to their week at the dude ranch.
“Tired?” Danny asked.
“Oh yeah,” answered his pretty young wife. “But I’m feeling a little dirty too.”
Danny smirked. “I love a dirty girl.”
“Yeah, but I’d appreciate it if you’d clean me up a little. Can you do that for me?” Candy asked as she made her way toward the big shower that sat at the far end of the suite’s enormous bathroom.
Before Danny could answer, Candy stripped out of her Sassy Ass plaid mini skirt and starched white cotton blouse and slid into the shower. She turned on the water, and soon the shower was all hot and steamy.
Candy began singing a parody of a famous country tune. Her version said, “I... love ta fuck ya... baby.”
Danny couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. He was out of them and into the shower with his wife before the water was even hot enough.
“That’s a very dirty looking set of knockers you have there,” Danny said as his wife shimmied at him invitingly.
“Well then, do something about them, please,” Candy said as she lifted her naked breasts toward him. So Danny reached for the soap and began scrubbing Candy’s breasts lovingly. He paid special attention to Candy’s nipples which grew longer and harder with each soapy caress.
Candy meanwhile had reached down and started scrubbing her husband’s dong with both hands, making sure that it grew as massive and steely as it could.
“I think this thing needs more attention,” Candy said as she lowered herself in front of Danny, pushed his cock back, and began sucking on his balls.
“Holy FUCK!” screamed Danny. He reached down and continued teasing Candy’s nipples while she licked his balls and then began sucking his cock.
“Oh, baby,” Danny called suddenly, “Take it, take it,” and he stepped back and in three quick jerks sent a stream of love juice all over his wife’s beautiful titties.
“Oh yes, lover,” the pretty blonde answered as she leaned back against the side of the shower, slid down onto the floor and spread her legs for her husband.
“Your turn,” she cooed as her pussy lips parted and her cunt began quivering in anticipation. It almost reached out for his kiss.
Danny’s tongue was in her in an instant. He rimmed her pussy and then licked the deepest recesses of her twat.
The shower sprayed; the steam foamed. Candy lay on the floor of the shower playing with her tits. Danny gave her the tongue job of a lifetime with the usual effect: the pretty blonde grabbed her husband by the back of his head and forced his lips tight against her pussy as she quivered like a volcano and then erupted, spewing a lava-flow of girl-jizz into Danny’s mouth and down his throat.
Candy saw her husband turning blue. She knew he couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care, she couldn’t let him go until she’d squirted out all of her love juice and he’d swallowed everything she had to give.
Danny licked and sucked and gobbled and gulped until at last he swallowed all of his wife’s hot sticky stuff. Then, he collapsed on the floor of the shower gasping for breath.
“My turn again,” the girl said eagerly. And even though Danny had nearly suffocated, she rolled him over, stroked his cock into its full and upright position, and then climbed onto him as though she were a cowgirl riding bareback. She pushed his cock into her snatch and rode Danny like a horny cowgirl. Danny lay on the floor of that big shower, water pouring over him and his hot cowgirl wife, steam still swirling about them, jizz puddling up on the floor as both of them launched shot after hot shot of their spunk into and all over each other.
Moments later they had struggled to the feet and were drying each other tenderly.
“Bedtime,” Candy called as she and Danny crawled under the covers of the room’s king-sized bed. They began to cuddle, and then to kiss and soon to fall into another nice, long, loving fuck... and then another and another before they fell asleep in each other's arms and didn’t wake until evening.
#
“You look so handsome with your just-fucked hair, Mr. Diddle,” Candy cooed.
“Then how about a stroll around the place?” Danny asked.
“Want to show your hot look to all the cowgirls?”
“Hope we don’t meet anyone... I really just want to walk around and check things out with you.”
“Sounds like fun,” Candy said, and as always there was sexual innuendo in her voice, in spite of the fact that she and Danny had done the deed half a dozen times already that afternoon.
The evening was warm; the stars were becoming visible even though the sun was still above the horizon.
“Nice sunset coming,” Candy whispered as she walked arm in arm with her husband.
“Perfect,” said Danny, “almost as perfect as you are.”
“Awe, you’re sweet,” the girl whispered.
“Try to be.”
“No, you really are,” Candy sighed. “And now that I’ve gotten you away from all those horny nurses....”
Those were the last words Danny would hear from his wife for a very long time. His next step was right into a large gopher hole.
“DAMN!” Danny called as he twisted his ankle, slammed against one of the large nearby rocks, and then went sprawling down the drop-off on the side of the meadow.
“Oh no, babe,” Candy called as she watched Danny plunge down the slope. She raced after her man, but it didn’t matter; he lay at the bottom writhing in pain and bleeding. The twisting fall had fractured a bone that poked right out through his skin.
Suddenly another man rushed up to them. He was Tracy Westwood, tall, lean, African American, the foreman of the dude ranch. Candy would later describe him as ‘handsome as midnight sex.’
“S’alright,” called Tracy as he knelt down beside Danny. He had been watching the couple stroll across the field. It would be another day before Candy learned the man’s cruel intentions. Right now, he seemed like a God come out of nowhere to help.
“Oh shit, the bone’s coming through,” Tracy called when he was able to get a good look at Danny’s injury.
“Gotta get him to a doctor fast.” And Tracy lifted Danny and carried him up the slope and off toward the infirmary.
Candy bit her lip, shook her head, and ran after them.
#
An hour later, the luscious but always tight-assed, Chinese American Dr. Vivian Lee had finished setting and repairing Danny’s broken ankle. The break had been severe, and Danny had been in such pain that she had given him a general anesthetic and locked his anxious wife out in the hallway while she worked.
“He will be fine,” said the doctor as she marched up to Candy and Tracy while they sat in the waiting room.
“Can I see him?” Candy asked. It was all she could do to shake off the images of this very same Dr. Lee fucking her husband senseless back at Sassy Ass U.
“Unfortunately, there is a terrible threat of infection in the open wound,” answered Dr. Lee. “That is why we have treated him with some very strong antibiotics. We need to keep him here in the hospital for a few days to observe his condition and make sure that he is out of danger.”
Again Candy flashed on another danger she was sure Danny was already facing... from Doctor Lee, the horny bitch, and her even more uncontrollable assistant.
“Tell me,” Candy asked. “Is your assistant... you know, the Japanese girl with the big tits....”
Dr. Lee frowned. “I do not know who you mean, Mrs. Diddle. So many girls come and go that it is impossible for me to keep track of them all. But I assure you that I do not choose my assistants by the size of their breasts. And I am the only woman from the University who is here at the Dude Ranch this week.”
Candy blushed. “I am sorry,” she said. “I’m a little rattled by what just happened to Danny. I apologize.”
“Of course,” the doctor said as sympathetically as she could. “Please do not worry, Mrs. Diddle. Danny is in capable hands and is receiving the necessary treatment. You can be sure that we will take very good care of him, and he will be back with you safe and sound in another day or so.”
“But with a cast on his leg?”
“Certainly, but rest assured that the cast will only be on his lower leg. The rest of his body will still be in working order.”
Candy stared at the doctor, not exactly sure what message she was trying to convey. Then she smiled, shrugged, and nodded. “That’s excellent news doctor. I’m relieved. Thank you very much.” And she turned and headed for the exit.
Tracy Westwood came running after her.
“Can I walk you back to your bungalow, Candy?” he asked.
She smiled and nodded. “Thanks for your help too, Tracy. I guess we’re very lucky that you came by.”
“And lucky that the doc was here and able to fix your husband’s injury so quickly.”
“Let’s hope that’s all she fixes,” added Candy.
Meanwhile, back in the doctor’s quarters, Vivian Lee was making a phone call.
“Nurse Suckiesuckie?” she asked with an uncharacteristically girlish giggle.
“Yes.”
“You’ll never guess who broke his ankle and is in the hospital for a few days of observation.”
“Sexy boy with talented tongue and kinky dick?”
“How did you know?”
“Prayers are answered,” responded Nurse Suckiesuckie.
“You’ve been praying that he would be injured?”
“So that I could suck his cock and squirt my pussy juice all over his face.”
“Well then, I guess your prayers have been answered.”
“I will get there as soon as humanly possible,” said the buxom nymphomaniac nurse. “Hopefully, on the midnight bus from LA.”
“Very good,” said Dr. Vivian Lee. “I can’t wait until you get here.”
CHAPTER FOUR
THE RIDE
“Hi, boys,” said Candy Plum as she led the dappled mare out of the big old Sassy Ass Dude Ranch barn. “Care to give a girl a hand?”
Of course, they did. The three men stood against the fence, checking her out, and Candy liked that a lot.
Tracy Westwood tipped his hat to the pretty young woman who was up bright and early on her second day at the ranch. He walked over to the fence and grabbed the saddle he had selected for her ride this morning.
He could tell by the way Candy handled the horse that she’d been around them most of her life. And that was true. The young wife and mother had been riding horses since she was 6. Her uncle Wally owned a ranch in the wilds of Upstate New York, and Candy practically grew up there, riding any one of the dozen horses on the ranch. When she was in her teens and on her favorite stallion, she could beat any of her cousins and even her uncle in a horse race across the property.
“I trust you slept okay,” said Tracy.
“I did. Stopped by the hospital this morning too. Danny is looking much better.”
“Glad to hear that,” answered the African-American stud. “And you know something about horses.”
“Used to ride a little,” Candy said, but then she helped adjust the saddle with a very experienced hand.
“How bout a little company on your ride then?” asked Tracy.
“Sure. Danny’s still pretty doped up, won’t even know if I’m there. So yes. I’d like that.”
Candy’s eyes sparkled as she smiled at the cowboy.
“Jest you and me, then,” said Tracy as he approached the girl and offered her a leg up onto the horse.
“Uh... no, how about all three of you.”
The other cowboys smiled. They were just as anxious as Tracy to spend time with this lovely guest. And if either of them might have a chance to make some time with her, then why give old Tracy a head start.
“Sounds mighty fine to me,” answered the youngest of the cowboy trio, Andy Poplar.
“Nah, you boys don’t have to come along,” Tracy said.
“I think we do,” answered the third member of the team, Buck Cassidy, an old-timer who looked to Candy like he might be the most gentlemanly member of the group. He’d protect her she thought if the other two decided to get a little rowdy.
#
Four hours later, as Candy and her horse charged across the fields and back toward the barn, her long blond hair flowing wildly in the wind and her green eyes wide with excitement, she had to admit that it had been a very pleasant afternoon.
They’d taken a little-used trail straight into the heart of the High Sierra, right up against mountains, which loomed high and rugged above the riders.
They had a cookout of franks and beans on a bluff above a sparkly lake. Candy excused herself for a moment to do ‘the necessary’ as her uncle Wally liked to call it, and while she did, she couldn’t help but overhear the men talking.
“What a sweet little filly,” said old Buck.
“Ah hear she squirts,” added Andy, repeating one of the most common rumors around the ranch that morning.
“Why, you dirty-minded asshole,” responded Buck. “That there’s a real lady.”
“But wouldn’t ya like to do her, anyway?” asked Andy.
“Course I would, but I’d respect her all the while I was.”
“Even when she lets loose with them there waterworks all the girls are talkin’ about?” Andy asked with a laugh.
“All right,” said Tracy, “Enough of that,” and his tone seemed so angry. Guess he really did want to be alone with me, Candy thought. Oh well.
“Actually,” she said as she walked back to the campfire and smiled seductively at her companions, “I like the kind of talk you boys have been having.”
“You do?” asked Andy all wide-eyed and eager.
“A course, she does,” added Buck.
“But that doesn’t mean I’ll do anything you want,” said Candy. And just to make her point, she pulled a pistol out from behind her back and cocked it.
“Now listen, boys,” she said as she checked into the barrel of the six-gun, “I’m a married woman, and I want to be faithful to my husband.”
“See,” said Tracy.
“But he and I have agreed that some things are kind of okay when it comes to sex outside of marri
age, if you know what I mean.”
“Like what?” asked Andy who now started panting like a puppy.
“You know,” Candy answered. “Like I don’t mind if you want to jerk off while you watch me squirt. I can do that for you. Especially if you boys take out your cocks and stroke em... you know, so that I can get turned on watching you while you get turned on watching me. We can all come together... at the same time, that is.”
“I wouldn’t trust these old boys,” said Tracy.
Candy smiled, and then she just fired a shot that knocked Andy’s hat right off of his head.
“That’s how good a shot I am. So, I’m not worried. Now, what do you say, boys? Will you take your pants off for me?”
It sounded to the cowboys more like a demand than a question. So they all did it... pulled their pants right off over their boots.
“Skivvies too,” added Candy with a smirk.
Andy smirked too, but the others did not. They just lowered their briefs around their ankles and stepped out of them. All three had massive hard-ons.
“Um nice,” Candy cooed. And now she walked up to the men, still holding her pistol loosely in one hand, and she inspected their privates.
“Nice and big and thick,” she cooed as she looked from one massive erection to the next. “I like em that way,” she said with a grin, “And now for the fun part. Why don’t you boys just stay over there by the fire, and I’ll get across the way. Then you can jack off while I squirt for ya... okay.”
“More than okay,” sighed Andy.
“But don’t get any ideas,” added Candy as she lowered herself onto a big, comfortable-looking fallen log. “Or else....” And she raised the gun and put a slug right through Buck’s old Stetson hat.